Russell thought for a moment and said.
Skirmishers.
Probably lost his memory.
Now it stands there like a trap for fools.
Just right.
The most wicked person among all the fools, Doctor B, is also wandering around Xumi.
If I could catch it, it would be nice to beat it into the same shape as Sanzi and send it to Teacher Dachi to build a pyramid.
Of course, that might be a little too abstract.
Embedded in the wall of the first public toilet in Xumi with the butt facing outwards, it seems to be a relatively mild whitewashing solution.
"it is good."
Uchiha Madara agreed, and then pulled the Great Tree King out of the Jingshan Palace as if he was dragging a husky.
Vaguely.
It seems that some scolding can be heard.
"Are you a female relative?"
"Other people's family dinner... why are you joining in the fun?"
Well.
Banzi is a good person.
Understand what private space is.
certainly...
There seems to be only one person here who can be clearly considered as his family member.
Russell thought about it, then looked around.
"Then let me be your guide."
The Sumeru badminton patted his chest.
Rita didn't say anything. If she talked nonsense without knowing the situation, she might make a fool of herself.
So she stood directly behind Russell.
Seeing this, Ling, who was originally a giant beast, slowly turned into a wine jug and hung on Russell's tail.
It can be seen that she misses the things like drinking wine in the sky very much.
It seemed as if he was still expecting that one day Russell would forget that he couldn't pour wine into the pot he was possessed by, so that he could drink two bottles in a row.
So, the group of people walked in a mighty procession.
Nashida's choice of dining venue.
This is a restaurant near Zubair Theater where Persian style is far better than Indian style.
Therefore, the restaurant's cuisine has a strong Middle Eastern flavor.
The pita-style pocket bread is filled with plenty of meat and vegetables.
There is also saffron rice which is obviously from the Middle East.
The Shamawi kebab roll, a close relative of Turkish kebab, seems to be good as well.
"Mm, it's delicious."
Maria enjoyed her meal very much, or rather, as long as she didn't have to worry about bumping into Hinterea, it was something worth being happy about.
“The overall approach is very close to the Middle East, especially Iran, but the use of spices is richer, so it seems to have a stronger impact.”
"But, unfortunately, too much spice can mask the original flavor."
Rita's speech, on the other hand, required much more careful consideration.
Russell looked indifferent.
——He was thinking about what the tribute from King Chi was. Although Teacher Da Chi was abstract, he was indeed quite capable.
If you find the Great Compassionate Tree King.
She must have been asked to help with the archaeological excavation of Teacher Dachi's tribute.
"So, may I ask, what is the matter with the senior..."
The little god seemed to have hesitated for a long time.
Still, I couldn't help but ask.
"The problem with the Great Compassion Tree King is that she herself is polluted."
"To deal with her problem, we actually just need to separate her polluted side from her remaining will."
Russell picked up the wine jug at the tail and poured a bottle of arrack - a strong liquor characteristic of the Middle East - into it.
Just treat it as feeding.
After feeding, the wine jug will also sway slightly.
It seemed that he was very satisfied with the meal.
Well.
I am pursuing girls.
Or are you raising a tea pet?
Russell fell into some kind of deep thought.
However, this contemplation did not last long.
Because there is a white-haired ball that probably has a lot to talk about with Delisha.
Also looking at myself.
Eyes burning.
Then, in the sight of the little god, he spoke.
“The pollution problem is very complicated.”
"But, if you think about it, it's easy to deal with."
"Separate the remaining soul of the Tree King from the pollution."
"Just like the Red King, you can create a 'world' to store the pollution, and then banish it outside the world."
The young man said something that silenced the little god.
Let’s not talk about it for now.
How on earth can we dig out the remaining soul of the Tree King from the vast amount of forbidden knowledge?
Fabricate a small world.
Then banished from the world.
Is this human language?
"Ms. Kiana's ability seems to be just what she needs."
One side.
Rita said abruptly.
"what?"
Russell seemed stunned.
He thought of it.
Actually, I went to London in the collapsed world to find Su.
Borrowing the One Vehicle from the Thousand Worlds.
But, what Rita said seemed a little subtle.
Kiana.
That fool.
Can we actually resolve the space?
Isn’t this strengthening speed a bit too amazing?
Logically speaking, shouldn't she still be freezing in the snow in Ursus, or eating baked potatoes on the land of Kazdel?
"Lady Kiana mentioned on the phone with me that she shared the 'memories' of another her."
The charming maid said this, modifying Russell's basic impression of Kiana.
and so--
Did it directly inherit the skills belonging to Fugu?
That seems reasonable.
"So, next, do you want to invite Miss Kiana?"
The maid asked.
Chapter 180: Kiana: No, why did I suddenly become cuckold?
Warren Md.
The wind is bleak.
"Thank you."
The white-haired girl crawled out of a pile of straw, took out some water from her bag, dripped it onto a face towel, and wiped her cheeks.
Then, he carefully took out another small face towel, put it into his mouth, and wiped his teeth carefully.
After completing the initial care.
She combed her hair with reluctance and put on her hat.
She is wanted.
Letania.
A country ruled by two emperors located in the central part of Terra.
Famous for its classical culture, music and art.
It has a fairly open academic atmosphere that welcomes all kinds of whimsical ideas that need to be studied.
This is the public's perception of Leitania.
In a sense, that's fine.
The people of Leitania are very good at music - most of the nobles' Originium skills are completed with the help of music.
The academic atmosphere is indeed open.
As long as any interesting research is published, many nobles will capture the infected in their territories and use them as experimental materials.
If the number of infected people is insufficient.
They would design some accidents so that some infected people would appear in the town, so as to continue their research.
One by one.
They are all top-notch products comparable to those produced by researchers in the Babylon Laboratory.
Thinking of this, a cloud of gloom rose on the girl's cheeks.
Rather than being the people.
It is better to say that they are cattle and sheep that can plow the land.
therefore--
