(Kubo, very good, very strong, the comics of the three major migrant workers must maintain their formation.)

I used the spiritual press to crush it, and said angrily: "I didn't expect that this is the case. I recovered so quickly. Hitsugaya Toshiro, it was definitely intentional, and he would even make me do it."

The Tenth Team is an important department for managing daily intelligence and delivering documents. All the trivial matters of life in the Thirteenth Team of the Protection of the Spirit Party will be recorded on the record. The direct descendants of the Silver Ringyan are inherited? Well, now all the nobles of the Jingling Court regard me as Tang Monk and want to stuff my daughters into my arms.

Konghe: "The terrorist who is moving the arsenal, this title--"

Me: "It's awful. I didn't expect this Dongshilang to look so decent and he was really insidious. He must be revenge on me and let him be a porter."

Konghe: "No. This title is really appropriate, explosives are louder than fireworks!"

I:"……"

Konghe patted his big breasts and said with great enthusiasm: "Of course, I must be the leader of the terrorists. Let the world tremble under my name as I, Shiba Kohe."

In fact, these daughters and princesses are all very high-end, I am a person who is easy to talk to and doesn't mind at all, the problem is that Dongshilang subjectively rendered me like a doomsday demon king, making everyone in danger. The prerequisite for doing this is too sufficient, and there is such a problematic character around me, plus the temptation of talking about it. What kind of women have I married, and I pressed my temple helplessly.

Me: "Hey hey hey, Konghe, no matter how you look at it, that's all very troublesome, right?"

Konghe gave himself a thumbs up: "Did you forget that I like trouble the most? Life is not troubles, wouldn't it be less fun?"

Kong He: "I want to build an ultimate robot and put all the weapons on it, so that its combat power can be as strong as the captain-level other people!"

It's over, I saw that the smell of gunpowder came out of her head. How could she wash the shampoo?

I have become accustomed to Konghe who is trapped in delusion. I muttered: "For the ultimate weapon, it is better to be a human form. If it is a beautiful woman, it will be better. It will be more useful--"

Konghe interrupted his delusion, came back to his senses, and said, "What, what did you just say to be more useful?"

Me: "Well, it's useless, I mean you have a good idea."

Kong He: "Really? What a pity, you are not the captain now. I heard that Death's Technical Development Bureau has several sets, so it would be great if they could get their technical information."

Please, many of the technologies of the Technology Development Bureau are kept confidential, okay? Even the captain cannot use them at will, right?

"Okay, if you want to use my skills"

A voice came, and when I looked at it, it was Nikori, the captain of the 12th franchise and director of the Technical Development Bureau.

Nicholi changed his shape. Compared to the previous robot, it is now more like the avatar on the coffin of Egyptian pharaoh. To be honest, I don’t like this person very much. In this battle, in order to test the so-called experiment, it is really against humanitarianism to use the human body as a bomb. Although the composition of the 12th team, some of the gods of death are deaths who are semi-restricted for freedom due to political reasons (previously life imprisonment)

Me: "Captain Nicholi? What's the point of doing?" I don't believe he would be so kind to provide us with confidentiality techniques.

Kong He ignored me and said, "Are you saying the truth just now? That's great. In exchange, I will also let you see the superb skills of the first terrorist."

Nikori: "Is this true? That's great. Please move to the Technical Development Bureau for details."

Kong He grabbed my hand and said impatiently: "Then let's go quickly, I know where the development bureau is!"

I was really helpless about Kong He’s brainlessness. Before they could provide some conditions, they handed over all their trump cards. It seems that what should I do in the Development Bureau?

The person in front of me has a soft and smooth texture in nature. The tone is round but transparent. It is the most unique among all women I have ever heard of. This is Nikori's adjutant, Nikori. I heard that he is Nikori's daughter created by combining the essence of Yishun technology and Yishun technology. Her death spirit is very special. Her upper body is tightly attached to her figure, making the curve stand out very prominently, but the hem only reaches her thighs, revealing a large piece of snow-whiteness, which arouses endless imagination. "It's really a classic uniform control." Kyōra Harumizu would definitely say this when she said that.

While drinking coffee, I looked at her secretly, not daring to go too far. Kotori was talking to Nikori there, and he also glanced at him from time to time.

Nitomi: "Why do Mr. Fuzhu seem bored?"

Not boring at all, your voice is really fascinating. I: "That's not the case, Miss Yinmeng, I'm actually very curious about these steel and glass tubes."

Nieyinmeng: "Is that right? Do you still need coffee? I'll pour another cup."

Well, I was embarrassed, I unknowingly drank a cup of coffee for several hours. In fact, a lot of my saliva in the cup was my mouth. How could she notice it? I hurriedly stopped Yin Meng's hand. I said, "No, I'm not used to drinking this thing."

After a while of swearing, my pants became wet and hot (don’t think it’s wrong), and the coffee accidentally fell on it.

Nieyin Meng said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fuzhu, please come here, there is a drying agent here."

Well, this plot is really old-fashioned. I thought I could get close to each other, but someone deliberately did it. What's wrong with me today? Even a pretty girl is not so anxious.

Me: "Please, please."

Following Nieyinmeng to a laboratory, Nieyinmeng turned around and said, "Still now, Mr. Fuzhu is very strong."

Me: "No, well, what do you mean by this sentence?"

Nein Meng: "There is no medicine in the coffee. Mr. Fuzhu is very alert, but the coffee itself has been transformed. My father gave me a task. You may also know about the special abilities of your direct descendants."

Nieyinmeng tied up a belt to cover the snow-white Jinba suit and separated from both sides, revealing the close-fitting underwear inside. Nieyinmeng's face turned red and said, "As an experimental product, I have always relied on drugs to maintain my life, but after special transformation this time, I can even guarantee 100% conception."

Me: "Actually, I really want to do it too - wait, is there something wrong? The two of you should communicate first is the feeling, right?"

Nitomi: "Haven't Mr. Fuzhu keeps looking at me with loving eyes?"

That's a look full of lust?

Nieyinmeng: "And, I have been secretly looking at you with the same eyes."

This is exactly what I want to say. You are more like being catalyzed by drugs, and it seems that it is not. I can't figure out what it is. To put it in detail, it's too close to the procedure.

Me: "I mean the atmosphere, look, you don't seem to care about the atmosphere at all."

Nieyinmeng was stunned. He picked up a remote control on a cabinet and pressed it. The three walls around him immediately lowered vertically. Nieyinmeng: "In this way, not only the air circulation, but the light is sufficient. Mr. Fuzhu likes to do it outdoors?"

Sweat, looking around quickly, I hurriedly waved my hand to cover Nieyinmeng's body and said, "It's better to close it, close it quickly, I don't mean that. What should I do if I'm seen!"

Nieyin dreamed, and suddenly didn't know where to take out a bundle of hemp ropes and several tools. Nieyin dreamed: "Or, Mr. Fuzhu, you have a special hobby, don't worry, my body has been transformed through combat, and there is no problem with any tricks."
Chapter completed!