[Online game] Shut up if you buy it for a dime

"..." Yalar blinked, "I can't tell...uh." After thinking about it, he still didn't say it.

"Can't you see that the old man can make such a decision?" Mammon snorted.Aral rubbed his nose in embarrassment, that simple and honest baby look is very attractive.Mamen couldn't help but reached out and touched his head, feeling a little better inexplicably, and her voice was not so tense, "Many people in the bureau objected at first—they thought it was unnecessary. Selfishly speaking, many The seniors watched our brother grow up, such a thing as an undercover agent... The old man thought about it for many days, and finally made a decision by himself and approved it."

"Pay attention to the blood..." Yalar pointed at the screen, and Mamen calmly drank a few blood bottles, watching MAX's blood recover to more than two-thirds, Yalar looked back, " Is it appropriate for Edward to be an undercover agent? I mean, your identities..."

Mammon smiled, but didn't answer.Put down the backbone of Ragnarok with the wine glass——

[Currently] max: I don't want to fight anymore, I want to continue the fight at night.

"Identity is not a problem. There are people who have worked there for a long time in the bureau and can arrange it. Edward probably started from the lower level when he arrived there. Originally, this job should be able to replace Edward's work, but due to some reasons, Ahem, I haven't been able to touch the upper floor." Mammon explained patiently.

"I didn't mean that," Yalar waved his hand, "I mean, isn't Uncle Reguis a pretty big official...don't look at me like that, my dad didn't say much, so I just know Vague concept, the point is, people can't help but who is Brother Edward?"

[Current] Wine glass for dagger: Aww, stop the team!It's really unlucky, nothing exploded, it's really boring to PK with you.

[Current] Big Tree Elf: Sneak attack is shameless, bah.Next time I will sneak attack and kill you naked.

[Current] Wine glass for dagger: ...=_,=civilization point.

"This...Actually, outsiders just know that Reguis has two sons, Edward Reguis and Mammon Reguis... Uh, wait a minute." Mammon bowed her head and typed a line Character--

[Guild] max: I'm down, go to a meeting.

[Guild] Big Tree Elf: Wait, I have a question!

[Guild] max:?

[Guild] Big Tree Elf: Uh, Mary is at your house?

Mammon turned her face and glanced at Yalar, curling her lips——

[Guild] max: Well, what?

[Guild] Big Tree Elf: It's okay to hide your face.

……

Flying the character back to the city, Mamen controlled the character to trot around, changed several angles, and stood back to the safe zone of Mengzhong from the crowd that seemed to have no gaps.

"Hey," Yalar was a little dumbfounded, "Hey, why can't I get in?"

"Technical problem." Mamen stood up, took out the car key, and stuffed it into Yalar's hand, "Go to the garage downstairs and back out the car, I'll pack it up and come."

"I'll wait for you here." Yalar twisted a bit, looking a little embarrassed.

At this time, Mammon was stuffing two communicators into her bag, she was taken aback when she heard this, and looked back at Yalar, feeling a little inexplicable.

"Well," Alar looked out the window, "I don't know how to drive."

"..." Mamen took back the key expressionlessly and put it in her pocket.

Yalar felt a little uncomfortable, and bulged his cheeks unconsciously: "What is this reaction?"

"...What do you want from me?" Mammon was a little helpless.

"..." Yala was speechless after being asked this question—yes, what else do you want when everyone is expressionless?Is it uncomfortable not to be laughed at, M 囧.

"Okay," Mamen lifted the bag and threw it on his shoulder, standing condescendingly by the bed and looking at Yalar, raising his eyebrows: "You're so stupid."

"..."

"Are you satisfied?"

"..." TAT.

"Don't cry at me, you asked for it yourself." Mammon frowned.

Yalar felt that there was no need to cry, he could really squeeze out two tears, Mamen came over and rubbed the top of his head: "Let's go." Saying that, he grabbed his wrist.

Pulled and pulled, didn't move.Turning around, seeing Yala looking at her tightly grasped wrist with a tangled face, Mammon was startled, and let go calmly.

After a moment of silence.

Aral cautiously—

"That...are we dating online?"

"..." Suddenly being asked like this, Mammon was speechless for a while, after thinking about it, she really didn't know how to answer, and finally she had no choice but to nod with difficulty.

"одо!" Yalar put on a frightened look.

Mamen frowned: "What's wrong?" He said everything, and it was he who acted unacceptably in the end.

"No." Aral moved his butt uncomfortably on the stool, "it feels a bit... dirt."

Mammon was annoyed: "Earth?"

"It's all in 2010... No, it's 2011," Yalar squatted down and drew a circle, "Who still plays this..."

Mamen simply put down her bag, picked up the man, dragged her back to the bed, put her lap on her lap like a toy, and deliberately whispered in his ear: "Actually, it's not considered online dating..." Sure enough, I don't know if it's because of his words or his actions, Yalar's face quickly heated up, he stammered, and his eyes widened nervously: "What, what is that?"

What kind of?Well, this question is worth discussing.Mammon thought about it, and felt that it was a bit outrageous—it seemed that the kissing and hugging was done so smoothly and without any reaction, as if it was natural, since when did it start?

……

Can't remember.

So he said calmly: "Let's be together."

Let's just be together.

Even together.

Even if.

At once.

=mouth=! !

Yalaer jumped up in horror, and hit Mamen's chin hard with the top of his head. Mamen groaned in pain, let go of the person in his arms, and felt a fishy sweet spread in his mouth—biting his tongue .

very painful.

Mammon covered her mouth, glared at Yalar with a little dissatisfaction, and complained vaguely: "Why are you so surprised?"

Yalar: "When did we get together =口=?"

Mammon: "..."

Yalar: "Why don't I know?!"

Mammon (whispered): "Hey, what do you know?"

Aral: "What did you say?"

Mammon shook her head, refusing to repeat.

Yalar: "囧My father will kill me, I am the only son in my family... I will marry a wife when I grow up... TAT"

"Grow up?" When Mammon heard these words, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Coupled with the influence of the messy things about Edward before, the clouds suddenly covered her.So he frowned, ignoring the pain from the bitten tongue, and raised his chin, sarcastically: "Aren't you old enough yet?"

Yalar kept silent, and began to reflect... It seems that he said the wrong thing?

Mamen continued to taunt: "Why don't you marry a wife?"

"You... don't hurt anymore?" Yalar stretched out his hand, Mammon avoided it coldly, Yalar pursed his lips, and withdrew his hand resentfully, feeling a little sad.After thinking about it, he finally squatted down and carefully tugged at the corner of Mammon's clothes: "Are you angry?"

Mammon opened her eyes, glanced at him, and looked away again.

Yalaer was even more sad, feeling that this man was inexplicably angry: "You are inexplicably—" Mammon stared back at the second half of the sentence, Yala paused, and changed the topic, " I'm not discussing with you..."

"Aren't I surprised? It's more terrifying than online dating!!" Yalar continued, "Let my dad know, I think he will really kill me Going to offer sacrifices to the heavens... After all, he already had me when he was with his stepmother, didn't he... You can't give me a son of God... Oh, it's so embarrassing."

So, father, or mammon?

……

in fact……

Both of them are very scary, and neither dare to offend them~嘤嘤咔咩~~>﹏<. ~~

……

have a son?When Mamen heard this, the corners of his mouth raised a small angle uncontrollably, almost laughing. He endured it for a long time, but he insisted on maintaining his facial paralysis, and listened to a certain bun maintaining the posture of pulling his sleeve, squatting At the feet, self-expression, immersed in fantasy.

Suddenly, Mammon heard the key words in a bunch of mutterings - "so embarrassing", "like", "like".

So he picked up the person at his feet, pinched his chin, squinted his eyes, and Mamen approached him: "What did you just say?"

Yalar blinked blankly, what did he say?

——He shook his head subconsciously.

Mammon clicked his tongue: "Say."

"It's difficult!" Yalar said quickly reflexively.

Mammon raised her eyebrows: "What else?"

"My dad will kill me."

...This is not the point at all, "What else?"

"Actually, I seem to like you a lot?"

Mammon: "..."

Yalar: "..."

"En." Mamen relaxed her expression, nodded, let go of her hand, and sat up straight again.

Yalar was unable to cover his face and twitched his mouth [-] times—he just said what ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! orz|||||Mammon: "Barely accept."

reluctantly? ...Your uncle's.Yalar's face is full of cattle, and his heart is rarely uncivilized.

"So we are together." Mammon stretched her long legs, and leaned against the bedpost lazily with half-closed eyes.

"Because I like you?" Aral asked subconsciously.

"..." Mammon let out a sigh.

"So I took the initiative to pursue you?" =口=.

"Hey," Mamen patted Baozi's head and said viciously, "It's sort of."

Yalar: "Can I go back on my word?"

"kindness?"

"……nothing."

"good."

Yalar bowed his head: "Then what about my son?"

Mammon laughed: "Is your son..."

"kindness."

"..." Mammon rubbed his chin, thinking about the artificial fetus cultivation project that has recently begun to show signs of development. At this moment, Yalaer squatted there and suddenly said: "Can you give me a son?"

Mammon put down her hand and looked back at Alar.

Aral wrenched his fingers: "I heard that the riding style will be male and female①."

Mammon narrowed her eyes and grinned grimly, "What are you implying?"

The author has something to say: ①: Regarding the issue of riding a child, the allusion comes from the side story that is too windy, hahaha == I am talking nonsense, who is serious.