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Mother Spider unbelievingly took the so-called boss who was pointed out out of the mountain of people, and threw it away in disgust.

"How does this person look like the boss?" She turned her head to look at a kind of monster, seeking affirmation, "It looks like a weak chicken, right?"

The monsters nodded in unison, and the Banquet Frog actively added: "I can handle this kind of thing casually." He is considered to be a relatively weaker type among all the monsters.

However, there were indeed no other people in the base, and the main control room was turned upside down by the energetic goblins, and they really cleaned it up.

They also found a lot of useful paper materials in the reference room—in order to ensure the confidentiality of some documents, they were not entered into the computer.

Even though I don't really understand it.

But I can barely see something, for example...

Hydra you are dead.

It's actually not the first time they've done this kind of buying and selling of goblin cubs. Before doing it, they did a detailed investigation, and they only picked out goblins who were alone, had no father or mother, or had no elders to guard them.

Occasionally, of course, the car will overturn, but those who come to rescue their own cubs often think too highly of themselves, thinking that they are just mere human beings, and there is nothing worth caring about.

So the car overturned and the car overturned.

This is actually a common problem of most monsters, just like some mutants in society will claim to be gods.Powerful power tends to make people feel superior. Although all the monsters in the forest are very close to humans, in fact, this sense of pride in their bones cannot be changed.

Just look at them hitting Hydra as soon as they slap their heads.But anyway, they still know to form a team, after all, they must be stronger.

These are not important, what is important is that these monsters have successfully found new fun for a while.

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"Are they planning to stay?" Huddled on the sofa in Tara's apartment, the young couple stuck together like Siamese twins, sharing the same bag of potato chips.

"Ah, that looks like it." With the crackling of potato chips in her mouth, Tara nudged herself back, using her boyfriend as a human/meat cushion, and adjusted herself into a more comfortable seat.

"I see they are trying to buy a house." Tara brushed her hair back casually, "Anyway, they are going to live for a while, and the little rabbit is going to school too."

Her tone became excited: "Then we will be seniors and sisters, which is really good!"

"Aren't you the same age?" Peter took a sip of the Coke, "I heard what your mother said."

"Well, indeed." Tara pinched her chin meanly, "but her family was half a year late when they registered her as a human, and her human birthday is younger than mine!"

Her tone was fluttering: "Human schools all look at ID cards, she is younger than me!"

Opening his mouth, Peter swallowed the words "Maybe she will skip a grade".Let her be happy first.

After being excited for a while, Tara returned to the original topic: "Derek, that's the kangaroo with us. He seems to have the idea of ​​making a debut, as a model to walk the catwalk or something."

"And the human beauty salon satisfied him very much," she added.

"Uncle," Tara gestured on her head, "he wants to open a restaurant by himself."

"Restaurant? I thought he would go, emmm, you know, open a boxing gym or something." Peter looked surprised, and the hand of the potato chips paused.

"No, compared to fighting, he actually prefers to eat," Tara licked his lips longingly, "I hope he can have enough money to succeed."

...Did you expose/reveal something terrible.

Lyrebird plans to go around the museums to see if there are any new exhibits.Emu went to rub his little sparks happily, while the Banquet Frog was eager to take a look at the legendary bumblebee with the same color matching as himself.

"Oh, by the way," Tara wiped the crumbs off her fingertips on a paper towel. "My parents are thinking about buying an adjacent apartment."

"Huh?" Peter sat up straight, and Tara avoided it nimbly, narrowly dodging a possible head hammer.

Seeing his appearance of "sitting up startled in a dying illness", Tara leaned back limply again, and raised her eyelids: "What are you so excited about?"

"No, shouldn't you be excited?" Peter rubbed his hands, "Your parents are going to move nearby soon!"

Tara said that she couldn't understand his logic, and raised her upper body to remind him: "We lived in the same house before, have you forgotten?"

"That, that's different..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and at the end it was almost inaudible.

Apparently, he too found his agitation a little strange.

"Well, it's really different." Unexpectedly, Tara agreed with his words, followed by rolling eyes, "At that time, you should be more nervous."

But in fact, he is even more nervous now.At that time, I was busy adapting to my new body, and I could fall asleep after being tired all day long, so how could I have extra energy to be nervous?

"Uh, they, I mean, your parents, did they say anything else?" Peter pursed his lips and looked at his girlfriend.

However, Tara shook her head cruelly: "No," she spread her hands indifferently, "Don't be so excited, it's still unknown whether they have enough money to buy a nearby apartment!"

This is the truth.

Tara's apartment was given to her by Stark.Produced by Stark, it must be a boutique.Could he have put up with the mediocre cheap stuff he was giving away?

he can not.

Therefore, this apartment is actually quite expensive, as long as it can make Tara properly promoted to a little rich woman.

As we all know, goblins are generally not very rich.

For one thing, prices in Australia are relatively lower than in the US, let alone New York.Secondly, they don't often run out to play. The money they saved before has almost depreciated. It doesn't matter when the wealth accumulated.

Unless they take out the wine or something at home and throw it at the auction.

Of the fairies in the woods, the richest is the emu.That's right, it's this scumbag daddy.After all he's a guy with a stake in a contraceptive company.

Peter suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.Although he quickly repented for a second for his mentality.

"So," Tara touched the last piece in the bag, bent her eyes happily, and looked relaxed, as if she just mentioned it by accident, "When are we going to get that, uh, marriage certificate?"

Peter was dumbfounded for ten seconds, staring blankly at Tara stuffing the potato chips into his mouth, which made Tara a little embarrassed to continue eating.The hand retracted halfway, then stretched out again, and stuffed the last piece into Peter's mouth.

"Uh, for you to eat? It's weird for you to stare at me like this." She licked her fingertips, shaking exaggeratedly.

Peter didn't catch the potato chips at all, and as he opened his mouth suddenly, it fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ah..." Tara looked down the falling route, smacking her lips regretfully, "You said you didn't want to eat."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I..." Peter answered subconsciously, and soon realized that now is not the time to pursue a potato chip at all.

"You you you you you, what did you just say?" Well, Peter's stutterer is online again. ,

"Get a marriage certificate?" Tara wanted to tease him, but seeing his serious expression, she held back and answered honestly.

"...You know we're not yet of legal marriage age, right?" Peter held back for a while, then raised his hands to cover his face.

"Is there such a thing?" Tara frowned and complained softly, "Human beings are really troublesome."

"Okay then," she reluctantly put forward the second plan, "We can use the goblin method first, and then add the human ceremony later."

No, I want to know more, how the topic suddenly rushed to marriage.

After thinking about it, he asked, "what, why do you suddenly want to get married?"

Tara tilted her head: "Isn't it always like this in movies? After finishing a big event, go back to your hometown and get married."

Wait, isn't that a flag? !

"We hit Hydra, we're a couple, see, perfect fit," Tara was still analyzing with gusto, "so we should get married," she concluded.

"Uh, but..." Peter still felt a little weird and scratched his head hesitantly.

"Aren't you willing to get married?" Tara asked tentatively, "Are you an unmarriageist?"

"What? Oh no, no, of course I'm not." Peter rubbed his face, feeling that this topic had run away like a wild horse, and he couldn't bring it back.

"You can't just be unwilling to marry me." Tara sat cross-legged with a Coke in her hand, quite confident.

"Of course not." There was a little more helplessness in Peter's voice, "But we are still in high school after all, maybe we can wait until we are in college before thinking about it."

Tara pondered for a while and propped her chin: "Well, you know, even if you get married, it doesn't necessarily mean that you will have sex right away, oh, no, according to human beings, it should be..."

She was covered by her blushing boyfriend.

It took a little effort for Tara to break Peter's hand off—he has not been a little stronger since he joined the spider membership—and continued firmly: "So I won't eat yours, and I think I've been in control for a while."

She spoke proudly, raising her chin triumphantly.

Peter sighed and rubbed his hot ears: "You know I'm not worried about this," he rubbed Tara's soft hair, "We have a long time, you don't have to rush All these steps have been experienced.”

"So we can take our time," Tara mused.

"Yes, that's what I mean." Peter took the man into his arms.

"But you can always mark me first too," she pouts, "in the goblin way."

"Of course." Peter lowered his head and bit Tara's neck lightly.

"...Did you read any strange novels? It's not this kind of mark." Tara pushed his face away and touched his neck uncomfortably.

"Huh? Isn't it?" Peter sounded a little embarrassed.

"Of course not, fool, you should..." Tara explained to him in detail.

"Is that so? Is that so? Am I doing the right thing?"

"...It hurts, hurts! Don't hit, don't hit!"

"Gosh this is so hard...don't stop! don't pinch! I'll try! I'm trying!"

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Oops, exactly ninety chapters, a bit comfortable [rubs chin]

Thank you all for being here!See you next time!

Speaking of this, those two pits of my English, I actually haven’t, I have no idea which orz to open

The foodie theater in this article is over today!

Sincerely thank everyone who invited me to drink milk tea! : 7 bottles of Xuetangtang; 1 bottle of Love Sutra