Even Pseudo-girl Vampires Can Survive Calmly in Another World

"This is the video..." Mary opened the video, and by the way, put her hand into Van Helsing's arms, and took a wife cake for herself.

In the video...

There was a mahogany bedside table walking on the street, um, it was the bedside table, just walking, it opened all its drawers, and a large number of black octopus tentacles emerged, and there was also a large group of sea anemone-like 'feet' under the cabinet, wriggling on the ground forward.

"Hmm..." Van Helsing recognized this guy, this is one of the urban legends that came to Anne County from Cyberstan to work and live.

Its ability is 'scary out of the nightstand'...

The video continued to play, and Van Helsing saw this urban legend walk into a restaurant, and put the takeaway box handed over by the waiter in his drawer...

Looking at another photo of the bedside table shown by the waiter, I shrank all the tentacles into the cabinet, and stuck it in place like an ordinary mahogany bedside table.

After another 2 minutes of the progress bar, the guy who took the video seemed a little impatient and started to take pictures of the restaurant's decoration.

Just when Van Helsing didn't want to look at it, the mahogany bedside table seemed to make a light noise, and the camera was refocused on it, and a large number of tentacles came out after pushing the drawer again.

The guy who took the video also put the camera on the side table at this time, pointed at the mahogany bedside table, and himself was in the mirror...

Hmm... It is an orange cat walking upright, wearing a small suit and a gentleman's hat. Compared with the waiter on the side, it looks only about one meter tall.

Fan Helsing said why the angle of view of the video just now was so short... He thought the cameraman was squatting on the ground while walking and taking pictures...

"Hi everyone, my name is 'Mr. Cat', you can call me Mr. Cat..." Mr. Cat patted the mahogany bedside table beside him again.

"Its name is 'Redwood Octopus'..."

According to Mr. Cat, Redwood Octopus is currently working in the "Little Bat Delivery Company". Clear photos.

Because the mahogany octopus can't speak, it specially commissioned Mr. Cat to help it shoot this video and asked him to help introduce itself.

By the way, I sent my delivery person number on the screen. If customers want to order takeaway, they can choose it for delivery.

In the end, Mr. Cat took off his hat and bought a lot of misfortune with the mahogany octopus, saying that they didn't want to use this kind of business to compete with their peers, but there are still a large group of urban legends who have no living skills and are waiting to be fed...

It is really unavoidable.

"Why do I feel like they're lying?" Van Helsing rolled his eyes and ate his wife's cake.

"Well... I also feel that they are lying..." Mary also knew that all the urban legends in Anne County had been assigned suitable jobs by Sivir.

Even if they haven't found a suitable job for the time being, they are still receiving subsistence allowances, and Cyberstein's Urban Hunter Union exchanges resources with Anne County to raise funds to support them.

There is absolutely no such thing as urban legends supporting urban legends, unless two urban legends go to the civil affairs window of the police station to get a marriage certificate, and the spouse does need to support the other spouse who has no financial means.

"Hmm...I was wondering...should I report them all at once?" Fan Helsing licked his fingers after eating the wife cake in his hand.

"Eh? Why do you want to report?" Mary raised her eyebrows.

"Where can we find such an efficient delivery guy? If we order food in the future, you don't want to wait for hours, do you?"

"It's also a roar..." Fan Helsing nodded his head: "If they grab the order, other lazy and procrastinating delivery staff should be forced to improve their business capabilities..."

"No matter how hard it is, it can't compare to the efficiency of someone delivering a takeaway in 2 minutes. I just plan to choose this octopus for delivery in the future." Mary spread her hands.

Customers of the Little Bat Delivery Company can choose the delivery staff who deliver food to them. This is a measure that was only recently implemented to rectify the procrastination of the delivery staff.

Those who perform poorly and leave a bad impression on customers will find it difficult to receive orders in the future. Let’s see if they dare to read comic books on the street in the future, and then Miss Gabriel sees them, and then let Master Van Helsing come over in person report.

However, this measure is not a long-term measure, and it will be revoked after the winter is over. After all, these delivery workers cannot be forced to be too ruthless, and it only takes a few weeks to teach them a lesson.

"I don't think there are many opportunities for us to order takeaway..." Van Helsing continued to take out a piece of wife cake, ready to eat.

With the chef Annie at home, I can eat whatever I want, so I don’t need to order takeaway at all...

"By the way, does Jin Lin'er want to eat his wife's cake?" Fan Helsing held up his wife's cake, stood up and looked at Jin Lin'er, who was lying on the carpet with a crayon drawing.

"Eh?" Jin Lin'er was holding a crayon, and was scribbling on the sketchbook, and was obviously taken aback after hearing Fan Helsing's words.

She looked at her little hands that were colorfully made by crayons, and although she wanted to eat cakes, she still shook her head.

"No, I can't..." Now she was too excited to wash her hands.

"Mary..." Van Helsing saw Jin Lin'er's desire for wife's cake, so he touched Mary with his calf, "Feed Jin Lin'er some cake~"

And handed the wife cake that she hadn't had time to bite to Mary.

"Huh? Why me?" Mary looked at Van Helsing speechlessly, but still took the wife cake.

"I now... don't want to move at all..." Van Helsing lay down on the sofa again, like a useless bat that had given up its dream.

"I don't want to move either..." Mary rolled the eyes of the dead fish, then turned around and said to Jin Lin'er: "Jin Lin'er is here to draw, sister will feed you cakes."

Mary raised her calf and stepped on the place beside her.

"Oh! Thank you, Sister Mary..." Jin Lin'er hugged the sketchbook and a pile of crayons in her arms, walked to Mary and sat down, leaning against the sofa like her.

The sketchbook was placed on Jin Lin'er's raised knee, with colorful paintings of Anne's Castle on it.

"It's a good painting~" Fan Helsing rubbed Jin Lin'er's little head with his clean little hands.

"Yeah, thank you for your compliment!" Jin Lin'er immediately beamed with joy.

"That's right, just a little worse than me." Mary also looked at Jin Lin'er's painting, and passed the wife's cake to Jin Lin'er's mouth by the way, with an expression of 'I, Mary, is a great artist' on her little face.

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Chapter 520 Chapter 519: Salted Fish Mary's Biochemical Weapon ([-])

"Huh? Mary can draw?"

Van Helsing did not believe it.

No more than a salty Mary, Van Helsing couldn't find a little artistic germ in her.

The pottery-painted water cup I painted at the Sun Festival last time is just a little more beautiful than the indescribable vase painted by the evil god Katyusha.

Hmm... now this vase has become a flower vase, which is considered to be a good mix, and Mary's water glass was filled with Laoshan Snake Grass Water cocktail a while ago, and stinky tofu mixed with pig intestines was filled a while ago. A while ago, I packed durian in canned herring juice...

It was Mary's petri dish for making biological and chemical weapons... If it was as conscious as Flavors, it might hit the wall under Mary's nose, knock itself to pieces, and commit suicide with resentment.

"What kind of tone are you talking about..." Mary turned her head and gave Fan Helsing a blank look: "I am the marshal of the solar system community. When I was in art class at school, every time the teacher drew a picture, I would be praised by the teacher in public!"

Jin Lin'er also opened her small mouth at this time, and took small bites of the wife cake that Mary handed to her mouth.

"Hiss... I can't even imagine... a class that can be praised for Mary's paintings... what kind of evil gods are the others?" Fan Helsing's face was full of shock.

"Is there no problem with the SAN value of your art teacher?"

"They're normal! My art teacher is normal too—" Mary thought it was too much for Van Helsing to say that her classmates were evil gods.

"But..." Mary seemed to remember something suddenly: "The art teacher seems to be muttering words a lot, as if he was saying 'who and who gives candy', um... I can't remember..."

"Forget it, it's not a big deal~" Mary shrugged and looked at Jin Lin'er.

"Jin Lin'er, would you like Sister Mary to teach you how to draw? My school is from the famous old painter Van Gogh, and my abstract painting skills are super solid~"

In fact, Mary had only seen a few electronically restored photos of Van Gogh's works, and felt that this bohemian artistic style was super to her liking, so she regarded Van Gogh as her grandfather.

The future works will also be created in this direction.

"Hmm..." Jin Lin'er's little face was full of confusion, she believed in her son even more, and felt that Mary's painting skills might be a little 'unsightly'.

But I have to give Sister Mary face, after all, I am still eating the cakes she fed...

"If Sister Mary doesn't mind the trouble..."

Jin Lin'er quietly swallowed the food in her mouth, and answered Mary cautiously.

"No trouble, no trouble~" Mary waved her other small hand, which was holding another wife cake that had been eaten a few bites.

"I was looking for something to do~"

……

After half an hour.

Both Mary and Jinlin'er came back from the bathroom.

Jin Lin'er ate the wife cake by herself, and this time she only used one small hand to hold the crayon, so as not to get her hands dirty again, eat crayon-flavored wife cake, or use it to draw with crayons.

Mary was like her, and Van Helsing was the only one in the room who was completely free to eat with whichever hand he wanted.

Jinlin'er and Mary put the sketchbook on the sofa, and the two sat kneeling or cross-legged in front of the sofa, and the crayons were put in the shoe box.

The shoe box was placed on Mary's lap, except for a box of crayons that she couldn't eat, just like Van Helsing who was holding a bag of wife cakes just now.

Now Van Helsing is still lying on the sofa, but instead of lying straight, he has changed to lying on his side, with the sketchbooks of Jin Lin'er and Mary facing his belly.

"I'll think about it..." Mary held an orange crayon and pondered for a while in front of Jin Lin'er and Van Helsing.

"What should I draw?"

Jin Lin'er gnawed on his wife's cake, quietly waiting for Mary's next words.

"Here—" Van Helsing shook the wife cake in front of Mary, "If you can't think of one, just draw this."

"This..." Mary frowned: "Isn't the difficulty too low? My genius, Mary, doesn't bother to draw such things~"

Mary's little tail is almost up to the sky.

"Da Vinci drew eggs for a long time back then, but Mary didn't even want to draw wife cakes..." Fan Helsing hummed twice.

"Dead wood cannot be carved~"

"Eh... um... son, why is 'wife cake' called wife cake?" Jin Lin'er was suddenly curious.

She hadn't noticed the name before, and the more she thought about it now, the more strange it became, the good winter velvet meringue...why is it called 'wife cake'?

"You don't need to ask him, I know—" Mary smiled: "Because 'wife' is added in it, so it is called wife cake, just like claypot rice and couple's lung slices, all made of real children and Made by husband and wife~”

"Woo!——" Jin Lin'er was startled, the little hand holding his wife's cake trembled violently, with a look of 'I cannibalized? !I eat people!I am a dragon! ' crash expression.

Boom! ——

Van Helsing flicked Mary's head vigorously.

"Don't scare Jinlin'er!"

"Jin Lin'er, don't believe her nonsense. The reason why this wife cake is called wife cake is because it is made by the wife of a pastry chef. There is no other meaning."