Is this a mermaid?

"The air in Liberty Alliance is really incomparably fresh." Mingo said with emotion.

Halfway through the run, I kept receiving calls from Il, could Mingo not know what happened?

It must be Keeko's home.

Mingo really wanted to slap his own thin breasts, it was really too dangerous, and he was almost caught by Yi Er, but luckily he ran fast with oil on his feet.

I was still transferred by Il, and I guess I will be ridiculed for a month or two-God of the Sea, is that kind of life a person can live on?

"Dad, why did we come out?" The foodie was hugged by Mingo, with two small paws on Mingo's shoulders, scratching non-stop.

The Gold Swallowing Beast, which claims that its miniature form will never grow up, was broken by a foodie.

In addition to eating a lot of metal every day, and being fed by Uncle Mu with Mingo, the foodie has already gained a lot of weight.

Although it is said that the little beasts are cuter with meat, but the distribution of the meat of foodies is seriously uneven.

A foodie who didn't have a waist in the first place now completely brings his own swimming ring.

"It's for you to lose weight." Mingo looked serious, "How much weight have you gained recently? Dad doesn't want to talk about you anymore."

The foodie immediately quibbled: "But it's obvious that my father gained more weight than me!"

Mingo has always been distressed by this matter, and when he was mentioned by the foodie, he immediately exploded.

"Daddy is giving birth!" Mingo said angrily, stretching out his hand to poke the foodie's soft belly, "Then why are you gaining weight?"

"I want to poop." The foodie looked innocent, "Didn't my father say that my poop is very precious? I have to eat more to poop more!"

Mingo smiled truthfully: "But what you need to eat is metal, not food. You should stop eating recently."

"No." The foodie retracted into Mingo's arms, "Dad won't let me eat, so I'll hold back the inconvenience!"

"Okay, hold it back!" Mingo waved his hand, agreeing - as long as the foodie can hold it back.

The foodie buried his dick deep in his stomach, dad is so bad.

"Let's book a hotel here to rest for a while, and we'll contact Jiuye later." Werther walked over and touched the food with his hand, and said to Mingo, "I brought a lot of equipment this time. After wearing it, we will meet Jiuye again."

"Okay." Mingo nodded obediently, "I'll listen to you."

It was rare that Mingo was so obedient, and Werther looked at him in surprise.

Mingo smiled flatteringly and said, "After this matter is resolved, let's stay outside for a while before going back. After the baby hatches, we won't have much time to go out and play around."

"Where do you want to go?"

Witt's question immediately made Mingo speechless. For a foodie who is not interested in travel, what is more interesting is completely out of his research scope.

"Anywhere is fine." Mingo said in a weak tone, as long as he can return to the imperial capital not so quickly, it is for the sake of Ji Ke. I'm afraid that Yi Er will not be so quick to accept the fact that his brother suddenly turned into a mermaid , especially every time Il is showing off how he plans life for Keeko, he smirks evilly behind his back.

This is retribution, Mingo sighed, he is also willing to stay in front of his big white egg, watching it hatch every day, watching it break its shell, but now he has to go far away.

Baby, Dad is really sorry for you, if he knew about it, he would have confessed to Yi Er earlier.

"Then go to the Mermaid Alliance." Werther suggested, "If you want to make a perfect profile for your mermaid identity, it is impossible not to register with the Mermaid Alliance. I heard that many of the planets in the Mermaid Alliance have beautiful scenery. We can Go shopping around."

"Okay." Mingo raised his hands in agreement, and went to the Mermaid Alliance just to see how Lu Mengde's transformation was going.

The thing he is considering now is whether to tell Deli about it in advance.

Lu Mengde is also about to complete his transformation, and now there is already one person complaining about him concealing the truth, if another one is added.

Mingo rubbed the foodie's ears, and told Deli.

He really worked hard for him in those days at the Ability Academy, and this news should be regarded as a benefit for Deli.

In any case, Lu Mengde's transformation into a mermaid is a kind of surprise for Deli. What if Lu Mengde saw Deli guarding in front of his nutrition tank as soon as he woke up?

This must be a double surprise!

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"The chef in this hotel is one of the best in the vicinity." Werther opened the door of the hotel room, "The accommodation conditions are also very good, let's stay here for one night today."

"Okay." Mingo stared blankly at the room covered with rose petals, and the strong smell of roses filled his nose.

Mingo couldn't help asking: "Why put so many flowers in this room?"

And even the wallpaper has a pink atmosphere.

Werther coughed lightly once or twice: "This is the characteristic of this hotel, all their rooms are like this."

"Really?" Mingo looked back suspiciously at the opposite guests who opened their rooms, "Then why don't they have roses?"

The guest jokingly interjected: "Because I'm only one person, I can't live in a honeymoon suite for two people."

Immediately, Mingo's face was like a big overripe apple, so fragrant that it made people want to take a bite immediately.

"You, what are you ordering this for?" Mingo asked stammeringly, "Aren't we here for serious business?"

The lie was exposed on the spot, and even Werther's expression on his face was somewhat uneasy.

He said with a little embarrassment: "I thought we were here for our honeymoon. With Nine Nights' ability, he may have almost solved this matter."

Mingo was not angry, he had spent so many days in the palace to cultivate, so he could guess the result.

As for whether he can participate in this operation, Mingo doesn't have much expectation, but if he can contribute, Mingo still wants to help.

"Then what are you doing with so many weapons?" Mingo couldn't help asking, "Why don't you pack more pastries made by Uncle Mu for me."

"Bring it for comparison." Werther was silent for a while, "The universe is not very peaceful now."

If it wasn't for the Liberty Alliance and the friendly state of the empire, Werther really wished he could bring a regiment of Imperial Guards to protect Mingo.

He couldn't take anyone with him now, so he had to arm himself with weapons to deal with various emergencies.

"I think so too." Mingo nodded with special insight, thinking how many days will he have a peaceful life after traveling to the present?

It is often bloody and bloody.

I just hope it goes well this time.

Mingo secretly begged to the Sea God in his heart.

Vitra looked at the curtains in the room, and looked around at the environment outside the window.

The hotel was the tallest building nearby, and their room was on the top floor, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking out.

There is no barrier from here to the end of the sky.

The deep blue sky and the snow-white clouds, the bright sun is shining brightly, and it is very warm for people.

Mingo walked up to Werther's side, squinting slightly to look at the sun in the sky.

"Traveling in the universe these days is really suffocating me, I can't even get the sun." Mingo put the food on the ground, stretched his limbs in the warm sun, "I really It must be very comfortable to lie on the carpet and take a nap under the window."

Werther glanced at Mingo calmly, and suggested: "We can move the bed here, what do you think?"

Mingo looked outside, even if he and Werther were sleeping by the window, no one would be able to see them.

"Okay." Mingo readily agreed.

At the corner of Werther's mouth, a smile was fleeting.

Why did he choose this hotel?

In addition to the reasons mentioned to Mingo, one is because this hotel is the highest, and there will be no blocking points around the room on the top floor.

The second is that even if the curtains are fully opened, no matter what they are doing inside, no one else can peep.

This room is the honeymoon suite.

If he doesn't do something, he really can't live up to the name.

How much time has passed since the last time I had meat.

Witte recalled the past days, and even his calm heart was rippling.

It was not good for the baby three months ago, but Mingo still disagreed after three months.

Werther felt that if Mingo continued to reject him today, he might not be so obedient to Mingo.

If you hold back any more, that's not called a man, it's called impotence.

It was only noon when they arrived at the Freedom Alliance, and there was enough time to meet up with Nine Nights within today.

Why book a suite when you have to wait until tomorrow.

Isn't it about making time for certain pleasurable activities?

Werther's time fell on the foodie who was pulling on the floor-to-ceiling windows without leaving a trace, and kept wagging his tail. Now, he must find a way to get the foodie away.

"Food." Werther hugged the foodie, "I remember that this hotel has a miniature suite, that is, everything is a room that is scaled down according to your scale. Do you want to open one for you to live in?"

"No need for father." The foodie didn't understand the true meaning of Werther's words at all, and thought Werther was thinking about it, "I have always slept with my father and dad, I don't like living alone in a small room Nah."

Witt's face was slightly stiff, and he continued to coax: "This kind of room is a feature of the Liberty League, and it is not available in other places. Foodies, don't you really consider taking a look? There are many opportunities to sleep with us, but Living in this kind of room - we left this time, it will be more difficult to come from the Liberty League next time, I don't know if we can come again."

"Is this kind of room still available? Foodies, you really don't want to go?" Mingo, who was completely unaware, also persuaded with great interest.

The foodie was tempted, scratched his ear with his little paw, and agreed.

Werther was satisfied, and immediately contacted the foodie with the room.

Mingo, who was unaware next to him, was still laughing and laughing with the foodies.

When the time comes, let the foodie bring a miniature camera to take a few pictures of himself in the room.

A small bed, a small TV, and a small optical brain will definitely make the little foodie look even fatter.

How can a foodie be satisfied with this statement, even if he is killed, he will not agree to take the camera with him.

One person and one beast laughing and laughing, completely unaware of the other person's 'good intentions'.

Poor Mingo, if you knew what kind of wishful thinking Werther was planning to pay off the foodie, would you still help Werther persuade the foodie?

Sometimes, if you don't do it, you won't die.