[Zhongyingmei] Do something!Do something!Do something!

On the day of the live broadcast of the bat fight, S.H.I.E.L.D. honestly returned the house key to Tang Song.

In a two-story bungalow no different from other places in Queens, Accelerator lay on the sofa with his eyes closed and his expression was serene. If it wasn't for his chest rising and falling while breathing, Xiaoyu might have treated him as a dead body.I didn't know that the last work that almost caused a tragedy because of sleeping problems sat on the ground between the sofa and the coffee table, watching Little Pony on TV with relish.

A mellow aroma wafted from the kitchen, and the Sky Eye Club and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were guarding outside pressed the empty stomach.

Complete the daily tasks and communicate with Mr./Ms. the monitor in the house. Xiaoyu carried a broom and swept the dust on the ground, and glanced at a guy who was getting more salty: "Master Tang Song, Dad finally can't understand you Did you get fired because of your dawdling attitude?"

"No, no, I'm the new kanban lady of Dad's fast food restaurant." Tang Song shook his head inexplicably with a popsicle in his mouth.

Xiaoyu immediately turned from complaining to worrying mode: "So what happened if you didn't go out for five days, and you are still worrying about the blood ancestor running away?" She said the most likely guess.

Thanks to Tang Song's simple and rude live broadcast behavior, even though he was dissatisfied with her regardless of the overall situation, Nick Fury quickly sent agents to help them clean up the remaining vampires in New York City.As for Amanda, who knows what excuse she used to prevaricate the group of people above, anyway, half of the people from the Tianyanhui didn't see it.

It's not as good as the two men in black who came to help arrange those rescued people spontaneously in their personal identities, although their responsibilities did not involve this part at all.

It's just very regrettable that before Tang Song and the others found the Blood Ancestor and beat him to death in a dark corner, he received some news from the Hagui tribe that he transferred his consciousness to a stranger and ran away.

"I'm not the type who can't forget the man who ran away." Tang Song, who ate very fast, held the wooden stick and looked at Xiaoyu with an expression of 'baby, mom is very disappointed in you': "I just thinking about life."

"Where am I, who am I, who's beating me, who am I beating, etc. Just kidding, don't look at me like a retard! Who are you calling?"

"Hello, is this New York City Mental Hospital?" Xiaoyu said calmly into the microphone.

"Wait, stop! I was wrong!!!" Tang Song flew over and hugged Xiaoyu's leg.

"How can it be repaired! What are you arguing about over there? Do you want me to send you to hell to continue arguing!" Accelerator, who was woken up, raised his crutch with a grumpy expression.

"Are you guys playing some kind of game? Misaka Misaka yelled and joined in." The Last Work, who had no idea what happened, quickly merged into the chaotic situation with great interest.

After a while of chicken flying dog jumping.

The four obediently sat on the sofa with their heads bowed, and Wei Gong almost broke the spoon in his hand after listening to Xiaoyu's account of the ins and outs.

"Are you three and a half years old this year?" Emiya couldn't help but roll his eyes.

His eyes swept over several people, and finally landed on Tang Song, sighing softly: "Master, everyone is very worried about you." Everyone clearly felt Tang Song's abnormality these days.

"My view of the world has been impacted." Tang Song complained with a cold face full of murderous intent: "The upgraded system is not only cheating money, but also cheating money! Fifty companies all end up with Saitama's hair, what can you do?" Do you accept it? The promised character card is guaranteed! Rubbish system, pay me back my hard-earned money!"

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Wei Gong turned his head and went back to the kitchen, Xiaoyu looked at Tang Song speechlessly: "Because of this kind of thing, you haven't gone out for five whole days?"

"What do you mean just because of this kind of thing? I'm so distressed that my aunt's blood collapsed, and she almost went bald, okay?" Tang Song angrily pulled Chi Hong, who passed by, who had no intention of getting involved at all: "Give me a chestnut, How would you feel if you threw a Pokéball at the same Pokémon fifty times in a row and failed to subdue it?"

"...change it to a master ball?" Chi Hong lowered her head and met Pikachu's eyes in her arms, and said hesitantly.

Tang Song looked at him in disbelief.

"You've changed! You're no longer the crimson red you used to be." She clutched her chest and backed away, her eyes filled with the pain and helplessness of being betrayed: "Why are you so proficient! How many times have you encountered such a thing? thing!"

...Can he apply to the Seat of Heroes to change his Master?Chi Hong began to consider the operability of this matter.

It's a pity that you were pulled out of the system by Tang Song. The Seat of Heroes didn't exist from the beginning, and all the memories about it were made up by her for the convenience of fooling people in the future.

"What do you think if I quit my job and learn from Constantine and the vast number of fellow travelers, how about opening a grocery store?"

During the meal, Tang Song had a whim, and suddenly spoke during the quiet time when everyone was concentrating on eating.

"Why don't you consider opening a master house?" Xiaoyu put down the engine oil barrel—after getting to know S.H.I.E.L.D., Tang Song no longer has to go outside in the middle of the night to steal oil from other people's cars—seriously suggested: "Then put the The hair is dyed white and the red contact lenses are perfect."

"It's better to perm your hair again, don a Toya Lake from TV shopping on your waist, and pick up loli and glasses when you go out?" Tang Song rubbed his chin, regretfully giving up this idea: "No no no , how do you think that if it was me, I would at most restore a Miss Yinzi, or Yinsang is more suitable for leaving everything alone."

"Your evaluation of Lord Yinshi is surprisingly high." Xiaoyu tilted her head and said happily.

"Of course." Tang Song picked up a piece of fried shrimp and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it loudly: "After all, I have your memory as a reference, and how do you say that sentence - the guy with the natural roll is not a bad person."

"You remember such unnecessary things very firmly." Xiaoyu complained as always.

"I just take this as a compliment." Tang Song put on a smug face without any shame, and put the last piece of tempura snatched from the chopsticks of the last work into the bowl of the last work. Turning to look at the trustworthy Emiya: "What do you think of the idea of ​​opening a store?"

"I have no objection." Emiya ignored Xiaoyu's hinting eyes, and gave an affirmative answer: "After all, there will be many emergencies in the future. Part-time work is not suitable for you until human relations are completely restored."

As for Tang Song's attitude towards guests...

Anyway, even if they finally successfully opened a store, maintaining the operation of the store will become a daily task for these heroic spirits.

Wei Gong, who saw through Tang Song's true thoughts, looked indifferent.

After the lunch time was over, Tang Song, who was very unpromising and overfed, slumped on the rocking chair and turned on the system. Although Fifty Company had only produced something subtle before, she still persevered in planning to draw a wave of cards .

Maybe this is the end of our time in Africa?

Tang Song, who was infected with the optimistic nature of the last work, prayed to the Yuanshen of the heaven with hope, took a deep breath, and pressed the single draw button with mental strength.

Fifty companies are perfectly bankrupt, and after deducting daily expenses, she only has the money for a single draw.

I don't know if the system feels sympathy for her tragic experience. The card drawing interface flickers with dazzling light, and countless flowers pour out of the magic circle before the character card is released.

It would be too miserable if Ouyi finally got blinded by the special effect of the card, it is a tragedy on earth.

Tang Song, who closed his eyes immediately when he realized something was wrong, silently counted twenty in his heart, then looked at the system interface again, and carefully reached out to catch the card that proved her luck.

[Mei Lin]: A-level character card with floating flower effects, suitable for purifying the environment in the desert.Even though he is a mage, he would easily bite his tongue because he chanted too fast, so he chose to rush forward with a sword and kill the enemy's healing, deception, and melee mage.

How should I put it, it is obviously an introduction with a lot of slots, but it makes people completely unable to bring up the mood of complaining.

This is the so-called trough without mouth.

Feeling that he has matured a lot, Tang Song put away this card, not planning to materialize him and release him for the time being.After all, this is a big shot with clairvoyance. It would be bad if he knew that Merlin was widowed by King Arthur (male) in England.

Think about the scene when Merlin and Merlin met——!

"Huh. It seems to be quite interesting."

Tang Song smiled excitedly. If I remember correctly, when she first came to this world, the system scan seemed to say that Hogwarts still exists in this world?

Oh Merlin's rag underwear that hasn't been washed for thousands of years!Merlin actually exists!And there are two more!

Thinking about the possible reactions of those little wizards, Tang Song airdropped the newly drawn Merlin to London as a free spirit with great anticipation.Although because she felt that positioning was too mana-intensive and chose random, the final landing location was a little far from Diagon Alley—and it was the scene of a murder.

Merlin bless, hope he won't be considered a suspect.

Tang Song gloated in his heart without sincerity. He put the doll behind his sore neck, closed his eyes, and let the rocking chair swing slowly. The feeling made her doze off uncontrollably.

After tidying up the tableware, Wei Gong passed by and heard the small snoring of Tang Song who had fallen asleep in An Xin, and found a thin blanket to cover her body.

The author has something to say: After thinking about it, this chapter can be called:

The daily life of the hostess after bankruptcy (no)

After going bankrupt, Tang Song is already a mature adult (?), so she wouldn't take the customs clearance record to find the big dog Tony to exchange money.

So Tony, how much are you willing to pay for your life?