Chapter 608 The Four Dark Spirits in the Middle of the Curtain Are Very Different From the Dark Spirits

The first dark spirit clan who is not very dark spirit clan-

“…In addition to the types of AXE teams, any staff who directly contact other intelligent creatures, animals, objects and related derivatives that have not finished quarantine and are in quarantine should wear them in the quarantine building. Protective clothing and maintains all internal circulation until disinfection is completed - all Astate power aluminium from Type II to Type XII can be regarded as protective clothing that meets the requirements after opening the internal circulation while ensuring its power and sealing. one……"

“…Additional Supplementary Ordinance I: If an Astate on the 'pure whitelist' does not wear a helmet in the various work situations mentioned above, it exposes an easily recognizable face and obviously does not impede the work or If negatively affects, such behavior should not be considered a violation of the Work Ordinance.”

————Excerpt from "Carosini Dynasty Edition of the Customs Code of Wandering Port, 10th Edition V2.0"

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"If I could conquer the empire with cooking levels and inherited dishes, I wouldn't have stayed in the border country like now. I would have led everyone to surround the Sun Star Domain like a prairie fire, Iron...District Iron The canteen is absolutely overwhelming when facing the cooking of the Empire, and I am very confident in this matter. What? Why do you ask why is so confident? The Empire has made its fortune from Albion! What is it not British food yet ?! I said British food, isn’t it even better to compare the free soup in our officers’ canteen!”

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The first day of dinner ended before midnight in Wandering Harbor.

During this period, the captive lady reluctantly realized through a quick knife and fork fighting on the dining table that the suspicious grass roots in the soup pot may not have been overcooked, and it has a lyric vocabulary that is not easy to pronounce but uses them. The name of the language is white radish.

——Why did she understand some of the languages ​​of these monkeys? Did her former job require dealing with these lower races? If this is the case, she will adjust her mindset and choices, and she will be a more immediate creature, adjusting herself to adapt to the current battle.

According to this barbarian monkey soldier, the swelling grass roots of white radish must be stewed until they melt in their mouth before they can absorb the soup. The green plants she thought were leaves were not leaves, but root removal from some herbs. The tender plant is to add enough specific nutrients to dinner according to the requirements of that treasure book.

Finally, although the soup was filled with bone-cooked meat, there was no foam residue that affected the appetite, nor the fishy smell covered by spices, but it was not as boring as usual diet. It shows a beautiful creamy white texture, and the texture is light and delicious and unprecedentedly complex. Even if it is as picky as her taste buds, it is impossible not to admit that this monkey, who is dressed too gorgeously, is very good at making soup.

The smell similar to witchcraft herbs, broaching and stolen she smelled from the beginning was actually the surface of the scorched meat steak and the original spices used when frying - it seemed that the other party thought witchcraft herbs and seasonings were both. There was no conflict, but she decided to take only one bite--until she carefully bite away the brown coking layer formed by Maillard's reaction.

The warm gravy, which was kept in the soft layer of the crispy shell under the cooking at the right time, burst out like a grand explosion in her mouth, and she suddenly realized that her stomach had been hungry to the bottom. How empty and hungry it is.

These foods are primitive enough, but the ancient wisdom and devoted skills contained in them are wonderful and heavy enough. These gorgeous and rich emotions fill her cold and shriveled stomach bags. She blinked her eyes hard while eating, even though this She didn't even know what she could call her. The barbarian monkey soldier sitting opposite her placed a bowl of steaming soup under her face.

"Want to change your taste? Maybe you can try the flavors that are made with your own tears."

She cursed viciously and threw the last handful of fruit forks at her hands towards the other person's eyes, while tasting the bitter and fresh salty taste in the broth.

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"It seems that you're healing as fast as he said."

When he packed the table, this warrior who was quite pleasing to their tribe muttered, and then she sat in her seat with a sense of fulfillment she had never had before, while he rudely regarded her as some kind of equality or even more Angry with the lack of the attitude of the lower races who can take care of themselves, but on the one hand, he seemed a little lazy and confused by the satisfying desire and the warm current they brought to flow through their limbs and bones.

This sleepiness becomes even more obvious after this beautiful male genetically modified man returns from the kitchen and ignites a progester stove that cracks the original firewood that mimics no burning efficiency.

She curled herself up on a never-before-seen furniture seat made of steel skeletons, soft cloths and other soft fillers, her wide blue and white trousers covered most of the curves of her body, like a The long-haired cat is like a fur. Others can only see her sucking her strong and powerful legs on the sofa, miraculously curling her body into a ball.

Hearing this sentence, she subconsciously hummed a vague nasal sound from her nose as an inquiry, just like she was heading towards her subordinates...who...? Once again, like a spire burning like white phosphorus, a sandy land splashing with blood, a road made of corpses, and a humming like a clown... The end of memory is still waiting for her. Test the eyes. A severe headache came like lightning. She covered her head until the other party stood in front of her that she realized that she didn't know what she had just said.

"It's very interesting. My servo skull has recorded and sent out the contents of the alien language you just spoke."

"Who? I just...I just want to ask who mentioned the speed of my recovery. The poor doctor's stitching a little deeper is enough to murder me, and the blood actors in Comoros are going to kill him The medical skills are not as good as that.”

She rolled her eyes and tried to find some sarcastic words. The hateful monkey opposite seemed to see what she was thinking, "The servo skull has left here, and you, cannot leave my custody area. Also, If you have any objections to the person sewing you up and applying medicine, it is our pharmacist who took the time to treat you in his busy schedule. The last time he came, he said you would wake up soon, so I I just cooked things in the kitchen according to the recipe. And you stepped on the recipe."

He raised a booklet in his hand, which looked familiar. Only then did she notice that the manuscript was indeed what she stepped on when she stepped into the kitchen.

But how could this be her fault?

"I haven't seen anyone throwing the recipe on the ground to cook," she said with confidence.

"Then you see it now. And a gladiator or witch spirit like you turned a blind eye to such a big thing, so..."

He walked up to her proudly, and she suddenly realized how tall he was, but why he seemed to be more pleasing to the eye than other monkeys-even though he was wearing the power armor, he was better than all this in the memory she had never remembered yet. All types of gene modulation of humans must be longer and have a closer proportion to...the spiritual race.

“…Then the next thing is the distribution of the bed in the bedroom, it’s obvious.”

The dark spirit girl suddenly wanted to kick the handsome face out of its owner's cervical spine.

When the abominable Monkey Warrior proposes that the ownership of the only serious bed in the bedroom must be returned because she stepped on his recipe, the Dark Spirit girl felt an unknown but great offense, and this narcissistic The guy was still talking on his own.

"Maybe you were a princess, a baron or a consul, dear, but here I've let you sleep in my bed for a few nights, and sleeping on the sofa has forced me to spend more time Correct my joints and sword tips that started to deform 0.00001 degrees! Now, I want to take my bed back and you, go to the sofa, that is much more suitable for your body shape.”

"Then why don't you go to the floor? You gene-modulated slaves still need beds and sleep? Then I'll be happy to deprive them and appreciate your pain and anger!"

When she finished saying this, her cat-like body had already rushed to Lucius. Her natural talent and murder skills were perfect, and she had already grasped her hands. The dining knife, this silver blunt metal object cannot even break the skin of the Space Marine in the hands of ordinary people, but it can easily pass through Lucius' polished power-grain enamel coating on her head Even under the strange force contained in the slender limb muscles, a little plastic soft lining was broken open at his joints.

The former emperor's son did not respond as she had expected with the ignorant belief slogans of rotting corpses, the boring and boring roar of fighting or her yell. Instead, he hissed with an interest, a joy A smile appeared on his face.

"This level meets the conditions for a more severe counterattack..."

Then he avoided her attempt to paralyze one of his arms with a softness and speed that was almost impossible for a big guy like him. Then he drew out the knife below his sword and began to be with her. In the large living room, they fought face to face.

And, obviously, what attracted him at this moment was her martial arts talent, and he had no intention of pitying the beauty. His attacks on the Taoist, cruel, and talent of a killer who also surprised her, showed that If the other party falls into another situation, how vicious it will be to destroy the beauty and achieve his own art.

The meticulous and polite care before was more like a fine web of rules, used to restrain the surging passions in his body, and now she can taste them from the fine particles that escaped into the air, in every In a bite of soup, every dish, there is the passion of the maker, and these are like a little passionate crumbs filed from a whole piece of spice mother from the hateful monkey itself.

They fought from the edge of the sofa to the sideboard, and the petals of wild lily were cut straight and scattered on the ground, emitting a more fragrant dark fragrance. The eyes of both of them shone as burning, and each other. A muscular agitation or servo motor charging took up every distraction in their visceral dance that wandered between killing and confrontation, so that no one noticed what was reflected in the mirror. The blurry and horrifying colors around their own figures are accompanied by wet sharp teeth, claws or pointed tails.

Eventually, because of her injuries, a more obvious wound breakdown caused her to temporarily lose her center of gravity.

As they stopped dancing, Astart held a wild lily branch in his hand to replace his weapon, which drew a bloodletting line that only bloodthirsty would like to be under the surveillance collar on the neck of the dark Eldar women.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"Okay, Ms. Bichi, I'm going to keep my sleep time, which will keep my form perfect until Lord Angelon returns."

She cursed him with the most vicious and obscene poisonous words, but the monkey told her before entering the bedroom that he didn't feel offended because "Hey, you know? I have a brother, we've been a hundred years, or maybe I haven't met for ten thousand years. When I saw him again, they told me that he had carved all the most obscene poems on the surface of his motivational armor - this gave me inspiration, and I wrote what I wrote for Lord Angelon All the hymns were carved on my shoulder armor."

"spit!"

She angrily smashed herself into the mat, and the headache made her drowsy again, and she fell into her dream.

...or he should belong to you.

The clown playing in Gaoqi's singing voice was gentle, and her voice appeared in the ears of the Dark Spirit.

The uneasiness that had already calmed rose again, and under the dark water it had hungry teeth, suggesting that she had the possibility of gaining real attention in the universe.

"What do you mean?" Her skin trembled in small tremors because of the future of some possibility.

She also wanted to ask, but the favorite of the God of Laughing had disappeared with a dissipated laughter and gorgeous cycling.

She woke up suddenly. The smell in the air changed.

"Who has come just now?"

An alert voice sounded behind her with her footsteps, but the sound from the breath grid megaphone was not the one she wanted to hear at the moment.

OK.

"It's nothing, I want to blow the wind here." Her long hair was blown away by the wind from the air conditioner, floating through her pointed ears. "There is no reason, monkey. - Where is he?"

"Who? You alien." It seems that the other party had no intention of tolerating her verbal attack at all.

"My Guardian." She raised her head proudly, revealing her slender and white neck, looking up at Astat, who was much taller than her, without fear.

"You said Lucius?" asked the monkey wearing a helmet opposite. "He will be back soon, you'd better not mess with anything until then."

Very well, she thought, now she will know the name of the handsome monkey first.