Mori Chef's self-cultivation

First of all, Mr. Mister has never minded being treated as a meal replacement.

What about a stand-in script?As long as the hoe is swung well, there is no wall that cannot be dug down.

What's more, judging from his understanding of scumbag cats, even if the main meal does appear, the other party may not be able to stick to one taste forever.

And obviously, Mr. Dean, who was holding the cat, was not completely sure. Hearing the "self" in this world start to use dirty tricks, the smile on his lips was slightly stiff for the first time, and he inadvertently revealed a bit of disappointment. .

——Hey, cats are completely different from canine creatures that become more loyal as they are raised. It is difficult to be domesticated... Who makes people the master?

Conversely, it should be that humans were successfully domesticated by TAs.

So the focus of the eyes of the two Mr. Mori was on Kurihara Shepherd, subconsciously holding his breath, waiting for his answer—compared with the leader Mori who was ready to adjust the battle plan at any time by observation, the focus of the director Mori was more important. Tend to how much weight he can occupy in the cat owner's heart.

The pink-haired Zhengtai, who had been held in the owner's arms for a long time, finally had a chance to look up.

I don't know if it was because I was forced to close my eyes for a few minutes, but the bright blue eyes that were originally agile were covered with a thin layer of mist, like the sky that was about to raindrops. Brewing lightning and thunder and storm.

"Shall I make the choice?"

Together with the juvenile voice like soft cotton candy, no matter what you say, it's like acting like a baby, without the lethality it deserves.

Not to mention the leader of Lolicon, even Mr. Dean, who has repented and claimed that he will never be as perverted as the former, has no power to resist at the moment, and always feels that he is holding a light weight in his arms. Marshmallows are attacking themselves with fluffy and sweet touch.

I can't say how happy I am, I can only say that I am about to ascend to heaven.

However, Kurihara Furuto, who was in the area where the eyes were concentrated, was actually not in a good mood.

Although having two Mr. Mori is equivalent to getting double (or quadruple) happiness, but after just observing, he found that these two are not the type that can get along with each other at all - not to mention, according to Yato Judging from the conclusion that "parallel entities" cannot coexist, such a situation seems to be a dangerous place to enter the physical level.

How did Mr. Dean break the barriers of time and space to come here?

What price did Mr. Dean pay?

What is Mr. Dean's next plan?

He has no time to think about the above-mentioned problems. The most important thing right now is that he knows that Mr. Dean is single-handedly facing the defense line of the port mafia. Once he expresses his intention to follow, he will definitely be strangled on the spot. situation.

In the [Priest] state, he can't fight normally, and the only buff that can help his teammates restore their health can be used.

But... It is impossible for him to watch the other party enter such a terrifying infinite loop mode of being injured, treated, injured again, and treated again!

——Even if the willpower of Mr. Dean is enough to survive the torture process, so as to kill a bloody path and lead him away...that kind of thing, he will never allow it.

"It's too bad that it happened at such a time..."

Kurihara wrought his hands that lacked strength, feeling that the sour emotion had spread to the very end of his nerves, and even his fingertips were trembling because of it, giving him a helpless cowardly response.

The blinking speed of both eyes also decreased, as if to better reflect the man in front of him and the man waiting for his answer not far away, so as to accurately analyze their mental activities at the moment, and find a way to break through the predicament. the best solution.

But maybe it was because he was concerned about it, his brain seemed to be about to shut down, and the words "no solution" and "no way out" kept flashing.

So he took a deep breath, and chose to use a compromise method in exchange for temporary peace, "I...follow the leader."

"Wise choice."

The party who got a satisfactory answer had expected this, so he showed an unsurprising smile, and raised his hand in a show-off greeting: "Good boy, come to my side."

"...Then you must ensure that he is allowed to leave safely, and you must not send anyone to follow him."

Out of the protection of vulnerable groups, the little guy who has shrunk into a Zheng (luo) too (li) appearance has lost his previous laughing expression, and appears serious and serious, expressing his requirements as clearly and concisely as possible.

If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Mori, as the leader, was determined to arrest him into Hong Kong. For the sake of being a coolie as an old scalper, he probably wouldn't be able to cross the line so bluntly. "Benefits" - after all, two people have exactly the same face, it is really easy to make trouble.Especially for those in high positions who are suspicious by nature, it is tantamount to hanging the sword of Damocles above the head that may fall at any time.

From the point of view of others, he fully interprets the term "being proud of being favored and favored", and only he himself knows that it is precisely because of the price he owns that he can get super-standard treatment.

If it was replaced by a beautiful woman or an innocent and lovely loli, the first gentleman would have already classified it as "non-recyclable garbage" at the moment of pleading for others.

The fact is that it is indeed developing as he thought.

"Oh, it's really embarrassing..."

I don't know how much performance is involved in it, the man who is the leader frowned helplessly, nodded as if reluctantly, and responded: "But since it is the request of Mr. She, I will reluctantly agree. Correspondence Land, you also have to promise not to have any contact with him in the future."

While speaking, the edge of the thin lips curled up in a palpitating thin arc, revealing the true mood of its owner.

"—Otherwise, I don't know what I would do."

"Could it be possible that you still need me to swear a poisonous oath or simply ask someone with supernatural powers to help you to witness an 'unbreakable oath'?" He pretended to be perfect all the time, but now his tone turned bad, and he began to lose patience at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There is no way, as the age shrinks, it is easy to lose control of the temper and give full play to the immaturity.

If a documentary about him is shot from the perspective of Mr. Chief, it can probably be titled "Precious Videos of Domestication of Cats in the Early Years of Mankind" at this moment.

"Hey, don't be angry, Mr. She."

The high-ranking person who got cheap and did not forget to be good-looking folded his hands together, pampered "her" with the attitude of coaxing supernatural beings, and comforted her in a good voice: "It's just to confirm your thoughts. You know, I never want to lose her." Yours, woo, I feel angina just by imagining it."

"It's so nasty, no wonder Alice always dislikes you."

"Eh? Even She-kun has started to behave like this! But it's too cute, so it doesn't matter—!"

"... Lolicon is such an incredible attribute."

Even though he had been prepared for a long time, Kurihara couldn't help shaking when facing the strange maniac released by the leader regardless of his image, causing the body that was about to land to lose its balance, and it all depended on the timely help of the man who hugged him. Well, it didn't turn into an embarrassing gesture of sliding down the long legs.

In the end, before he could thank you, Mr. Dean, whom he believed to understand his good intentions best and didn't need to worry about explaining, sent out a soul torture: "Xiao She is so heartless, you actually want to give up on me and choose another man." ?"

"... Even, even you are like this?!"

"What's wrong with me?"

The real senior breeder's face is bitter, and there is still half of the momentum of just talking (mutually) laughing (splashing) wind (dirty) raw (water) with others, how depressed and depressed at this time, every word and deed is violent It hit the depths of his soul, and touched the few consciences, "Don't underestimate the endurance of middle-aged men, even I will feel sad when Xiao She leaves..."

"But, but..." Kurihara couldn't bear the elder's weakness to him the most, and immediately panicked, stammering, not knowing what to say to save the situation.

——Really, Mr. Dean can clearly guess his concerns, but he still does such foul things!

As a result, when he was at a loss, the man who was admiring his vacillating expression showed no restraint, and even leaned closer to his ear, and once again gave the deadliest whisper like a lover: "Xiao She doesn't want me Is it? You have been planning for a long time, and you want to do it after the birthday party, don't you?"

"!!! You really know...!"

"Of course, after all, both you and I need a little surprise."

Mr. Dean, who admits his bad intentions openly and honestly, shoots straight balls continuously and teases his carefully raised pink fairy cat - he knows better than anyone that even though Kurihara has always been enthusiastic, cheerful and chattering constantly, he is not good at receiving straight balls I am afraid that I have entered the stage of being dizzy and at the mercy of others at this moment.

So he continued his efforts and continued to gently exhort: "Promise me that you will listen to your inner voice at all times, and don't ignore it, okay?"

"...Mmm." The little Zheng in his arms shrank his neck as if he was too ticklish, trying his best to pretend to be mature and calm, but he didn't know that his subconsciously wandering eyes had already betrayed the panic in his heart.

Fortunately, they were under the watchful eyes of the public, and the elders who knew what it meant to accept as soon as they were good had no intention of further persecuting Kurihara She. At most, they seemed to have touched the pink fluffy long hair with their lips inadvertently, and let it fall down so lightly that it was shocking. An imperceptible touch followed by a steady commanding tone.

"—Alice, go and play with the leader who doesn't have cats."

"learn--"

The stable-looking Royal Sister version of the supernatural body brushed aside the scattered golden hair around her neck, and her movements were extremely elegant, as if she was about to go to a dinner party where celebrities gathered, and then, like a magic trick, she would condense on her fingertips without knowing when. The four small syringes flew away between the slits, approaching the face that was familiar to her and also belonged to Mori Ogai.

The sharp cold light pierced the air instantly, causing several sharp whistling sounds.