Even Pseudo-girl Vampires Can Survive Calmly in Another World

"Come right away—" Mary quickly served the diners with bean curd, and Mary Su was left aside in the cold.

"Well—" Mary Su puffed up her face.

Come play with me, Stinky Mary...

"So you are Mary's daughter? You look so cute..." The vampire cat stepped forward and rubbed Mary Su's little head: "Come on, call 'Aunt Vampire Cat'~"

"Aunt Vampire Cat..." Mary Sue, who was a little shy, said obediently.

"Hahaha, don't be restrained, your mother and I are good sisters~" the vampire cat was talking nonsense. When they were hostile before, it was true that Mary wanted to chop off her head and kick it as a ball.

"Come, please eat tea eggs~" The vampire cat took out a tea egg wrapped in oil paper from its pocket and handed it to Marysu.

"Mary is not my mother..." Marysu took the tea egg, peeled off the parchment paper and took a sip.

"Huh? What do you want to say before eating someone's food?" Mary looked back at Mary Sue.

"Thank you, thank you..." Mary Su hurriedly thanked the vampire cat.

"You still say it's not your mother?" The vampire cat smiled: "It's almost like an old mother and a little daughter."

"Well... really not..." Mary Su said in a distressed voice.

"By the way, your face looks a bit like Van Helsing..." The vampire cat pinched Mary Sue's little face, his eyes full of metaphors: "Tell me, is your father Van Helsing?—"

The girls were taken aback.

"What are you farting about, vampire cat?!—" Mary handed the salted tofu flower to the diners, then turned to stare at the vampire cat, her little face inevitably blushing suspiciously.

"Hey, Mary, since you're wearing a skirt, don't say such vulgar words~" The vampire cat smiled and waved its little hands.

Now everyone wears work-friendly trousers, only Mary wears a pleated skirt borrowed from Annie, which makes her dare not take a big step when she walks.

"This, this is because..." Mary Su's face was a little nervous, and she hurriedly explained to everyone: "When Sister Leyuan made this prosthetic body for me, she used Van Helsing's appearance as a reference, so...that's it... "

"No wonder, every time I see Mary Sue, I feel familiar..." Miss Gabriel touched her chin.

"I also think it looks familiar." Lucifer crossed his arms and looked at Miss Gabriel: "I thought you and Mary really had something to hide..."

"How is it possible..." Miss Gabriel had a strange face.

Mary is the least likely to eat bats in the family, right?

"Please have a bowl of spicy tofu flower—" Another diner came up and interrupted everyone's conversation.

"Come right away—" Satan hurriedly picked up the pot and spoon, and made tofu flowers for the diners in front of him.

Helping sell tofu flowers today is paid for, which is a very important thing for Satan, a 'penniless' devil.

I hope my salary today is enough to buy little Seale a doll...

"Please have a bowl of spicy tofu flower—" A girl in a black cloak cut in and spoke to Satan.

"Please line up, this sister." Sitting on the bench next to the cash box, Jin Lin'er pointed to the "Please line up" sign on the side, and talked to the girl.

click-

Jin Lin'er took a bite of fried shrimp, and Bai Ji and Dawei Tianlong beside her also held up a bunch of fried shrimp and ate them.

"Uh, miss, I'm the one who came first..." The diner who ordered the spicy tofu flower just now weakly raised his hand.

"Hmph, who came first? So what? The strong owns everything, and I am the strong, don't I even have the priority to get food?" The girl put her hands on her hips, exuding a powerful aura.

"Strong one?" The diner's face gradually became serious: "I don't think you take my exorcism god seriously..."

The diner reached behind his ass and drew a silver short gun out of nowhere.

"The god of 'exorcism'?" The girl was taken aback, then sneered again: "Interesting... Interesting..."

"Go back and line up, Zeno." Satan glanced at the girl and said casually, "Otherwise I won't do your business."

"Oh..." The girl named Zeno obediently went back to line up.

"Uh, is this wilting?" The God of Exorcism scratched his head, holding his short spear, standing there at a loss.

"Is this a real gun?" A voice sounded beside the God of Exorcism.

"Of course, can there be fake ones?" The God of Exorcism shrugged.

"It can't be an imitation gun with muzzle kinetic energy less than [-] joules, right?"

"Can the imitation gun blow up a demonized African elephant with one shot? Just kidding~" the God of Exorcism smiled, and looked at himself——

"Hey~" A policeman raised a pair of rose gold handcuffs towards him.

"..." The God of Exorcism froze.

"Secretly hide anti-material level lethal weapons and bring them into crowded places, hehe, go to the prison and squat for fifteen days." The police handcuffed the hands of the exorcist god and confiscated his silver. short gun.

"Wait, wait - this is a fake gun, really! It's really a fake gun!" Although he felt that he had the ability to beat up the policeman and escape, the God of Exorcist still didn't kill him, he knew this The small-scale policemen are considered to be the lowest level of combat power in Anne County. Bullying them is not a skill at all.

If you can't do it, just obey yourself in the town and don't do anything out of the ordinary.

"Imitation guns? That's not what you said before." The policeman pulled the God of Exorcism aside, let Zeno, who was behind him in line, take a step forward, and took away his spicy tofu flower.

"Hey wait!——Really wait for me!——" The God of Exorcism saw his spicy tofu flower changing hands, and his face was full of grief from being trampled by [-] tauren.

"That's my tofu flower!—"

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Chapter 1191 Chapter 1189: The Majestic God of Cookery Spying on the Enemy ([-])

"Hmph, your tofu flower?" Zeno looked at the god of exorcism and sneered, "Call it and see if it will respond?"

"You're making unreasonable words!" The God of Exorcism trembled as he watched Zeno scoop up a spoonful of trembling white tofu flowers and put them under the hood of his cloak.

"Damn it! You hateful tauren! The tauren must die! Wait until I get out of the prison! Don't let me meet you on the street!—"

The Exorcist was dragged away by the police.

"Hmm..." Miss Gabriel whispered to the girls, "It seems that this bowl of tofu flower hasn't been sold to him yet, and he hasn't paid for it yet. Why is he so excited?"

"You have nothing to do with the little dragon girl, but will you be excited to see her being defiled by the dragon knight?" Mary whispered next to Miss Gabriel.

"Oh...so that's how it is..." Miss Gabriel nodded her head, suddenly realized, and then looked at Mary next to her: "Does Mary even know Little Dragon Girl? She is very knowledgeable..."

"Of course, I've read more novels than you have read menus~" Mary put her hands on her hips and smiled triumphantly.

"I haven't read many menus..." Miss Gabriel rolled her dead fish eyes. Do you think I was some kind of upper-class person who used to go in and out of high-end restaurants?

"I see!—" Annie, who was standing in the background, suddenly shouted.

"Eh?" Everyone looked at Anne.

"Noodles! It's just plain noodles, you don't need anything else, just noodles are enough!" Annie began to pour flour, water and noodles on the counter.

"Only the simplest food can hone the chef's skills..."

"Only by going back to the basics like Miss God of Cookery and delving into the simplest 'way of food' can I really defeat her..."

"Then what exactly is Annie trying to do?" Li Ge asked.

"Steamed buns." Annie smiled, "It's just steamed buns."

……

Listening to the exclamation, laughter, and crying in front of the booth, the God of Cookery continued to squat on the chair and play with the wrist computer.

Crowds of diners have been completely conquered by her little peanut.

"Miss Chef God! Please fry some more peanuts!—" A diner looked anxiously at the rapidly decreasing peanuts on the table.

"I'm willing to offer [-] Annie coins, just ask you to fry a plate of peanuts for me!—"

"Huh?" The old man who was sitting behind a stall not far away was stunned for a moment while he was frying Fu Sheng Yu.

Can the mere peanuts be compared with your own blessing fish?

"Grandpa, grandpa! Be careful! Don't burn it!——" The diners in front of the grandpa were nervous.

If it is fried, can you prolong your life by 3 years?

"No more," the God of Cookery shrugged to the diners in front of him: "I've only peeled so many peanuts, and I'll forget them after I finish eating them, and I won't fry them any more."

"No!—" The diners wailed suddenly.

"No, aren't they just peanuts? Let's peel them for you—" As soon as a diner spoke, God of Cookery jumped off his chair and walked out of the booth.

"Eh? Miss Chef God, do you want to go to the toilet?" The staff who counted the plates and maintained order scratched their heads.

"..." The God of Cookery rolled his eyes.

"Compared to cooking by myself, I still prefer to eat with my mouth. Now it's rare to have the delicious food in the whole square. Of course I'm going to taste it..."

"But..." The staff became nervous: "But if the chef leaves his booth..."

"Anyway, I won't fry peanuts for sale anymore, when my schedule is over." The God of Cookery waved his little hand back, and gradually walked away, merged into the crowd, and disappeared.

"Uh, can it still be like this?" The staff looked confused.

The diners were full of regret, and could only start to grab the only plates of peanuts left on the table.

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"Hey...it's delicious..." The God of Cookery stood in front of the witch girl's booth, dipped in mushroom soup and ate flatbread under the nervous gaze of the witch girl.

"Thank you for the compliment..." The witch girl continued to make pastries for the battle against the God of Cookery, and all the sales of snacks were handed over to an ice element banshee summoned by magic.

"I am optimistic about you," the God of Cookery smiled, "But if this cake can stay in the pot for three seconds longer, it may taste better."

"Eh? Is this so?" The witch girl was taken aback.

"It's up to you to believe it or not~" The God of Cookery left with a smile after eating.

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"Abaa, abaa..." The zombie sat behind the booth, continued to sell tea eggs, and handed out cups of herbal tea to relieve the heat of passers-by. ghost.

"Ababa?"