Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The monster's roar was proof of the effectiveness of Yaochuan's light technique.

However, Cong Yu didn't know when Yao Chuanguang would learn to remain silent and guide the magic power and the activation of the spell...

Maybe it will take a lifetime?

Cong Yu looked uncertainly at Lan Tianzhu, who was flying with wings burning with dark blue flames behind him and muttering to himself.

Over the years, Cong Yu has seen Lan Tianzhu fight so many times, but rarely saw her use non-chanting techniques.

Obviously, Lan Tianzhu's suitability for the technique is the [Chanting System].

This is exactly the opposite of Yaochuan Guang... because Lan Tianzhu has to talk all the time during the battle.

In that case, Cong Yu actually has a similar habit.

It's just a matter of fighting while communicating with the enemy to try to find a way to stop the dispute.

The manifestation is constant dirty talk.

Well, that's it...

Just like Lu Bu, Cong Yu doesn't like fighting but only likes to resolve fights!

Although it sounds stupid to try to make friends with someone while fighting...

But in fact, he did rely on this method to recruit many people... and was teased by the Snow Girl for that.

But Cong Yu himself never admitted to the idea of ​​"falling at the feet of a woman"... It is more accurate to say that he was won over by her personality charm.

"I'm in so much pain..."

"Why……"

"Why are you forcing me?!"

Amid the weirdo's roar and rage, the dark magic power was released once again, almost instantly destroying the entire stage.

The constructed ceiling was also completely torn apart and lifted up.

"Brother Cong Yu... that weirdo seems very powerful, and he looks so pitiful, crying the whole time."

Xiao Cui pulled Cong Yu's clothes and looked at the strange woman who kept crying and hitting Yao Chuanguang like a ball.

Yes, that's right, it's being hit like a ball.

However, Yaochuan Guang is quite strong and doesn't seem to be injured, and... this is actually buying time for Lan Tianzhu.

"Don't feel sorry for each other, Xiao Cui."

Cong Yu warned, even though he himself was a weirdo and might not be qualified to say this: "The magical girl cannot stop attacking before the opponent stops attacking first, and vice versa... Of course, [vice versa] is my personal opinion."

When the other party does not express the intention to attack, it is better not to shout and kill as much as possible... unless you are robbing a bank or something.

The 22nd Group even said that among all the weirdos in the group, it would be difficult to find someone who would yell and smash things around... obviously.

Weirdos are not gangsters.

Although it may not be very legal, there is no doubt that this is a job that requires skills and thinking... If a weirdo doesn't use his brain, he will just be a gangster all his life.

Neither the group nor the magical girls like this kind of instability, no matter how great their potential is.

No matter what injustice the other party has suffered.

Let me ask you weirdos, whose childhood was happy?

So Cong Yu wouldn't have any feelings of "loving talent"...

"[The silent howl of the wolf, the beginning of the end, the blazing flames, the brilliant burning... its technique——]"

Lan Tianzhu shouted, and the large blue wings spread out with the sound of explosion, and then countless and densely packed wings hovered in the air.

"【Ghostly Flame】"

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【Magic fill 21.9%】

[Chanting guidance and manual control mode enabled]

【Embodying·Non-directional·Confirmed completion】

【The Great Flame of Phantom Flame】

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Before being covered by dense flames, the eyes of this female monster finally became clear.

"Mother……"

"I……"

“Hate bicycles.”

"..."

Then, he was instantly buried in flames.

Chapter 227: The Ancient Egyptian God of Making Friends

"Wow... My daughter has turned into a weirdo. She has always been very well behaved. It's obvious that this is the case."

A mother cried like this in front of the camera, she looked quite sad... and quite pitiful.

"May I ask what kind of person your daughter is?"

The reporter asked, while directing the cameraman to film the scene, he couldn't wait to return to the newspaper office.

"Her name is Souma Kimi, and she has always listened to me. She is the weirdo this time. More than a decade ago... I... suddenly became disobedient. I... have always dreamed of... a bicycle..."

The sobbing mother wiped away her tears, but then she couldn't help crying again: "Now she has become a weirdo again, I am so ashamed to live!"

It sounds like the person who attacked the Wind Song Festival venue was her daughter.

"I had originally arranged for her to participate in the Wind Song Festival's cycling competition as usual, so that she could practice for the upcoming competition... but she said a friend wanted to play with her, and I got so angry that I said something to her, and that's how it turned out."

"All my training was wasted."

At this point, the mother on crutches burst into tears: “My dream… my dream… wua ...

"..."

"..."

"..."

"The one who sings the elegy mourns the voyage of dreams, but he does not know that his own determination is the last straw that breaks the camel's back for the object on which his dreams are placed."

Cong Yu, who was watching the TV report, simply commented: "The soul drifting to a distant place does not die alone, but is relieved...so it is a happy ending!"

Cong Yu clapped his hands together with satisfaction.

They are like passers-by praying for the New Year, like satisfied spectators applauding the movie, or like kind-hearted gods and Buddhas.

“I feel miserable.”

Lan Tianzhu spoke calmly, opened his mouth and took a bite of the chocolate that Cong Yu had bitten... It was sweet, super sweet.

However, when reading such news, one can also deeply feel the deep bitterness hidden in chocolate.

A mother who couldn't participate in a cycling race because of a leg injury, a daughter who was deprived of her own dreams because others' dreams were entrusted to her...

All very pathetic, but the same.

Feeling bad...

Both sides are pitiful...both sides are hateful.

But relatively speaking, because we cannot expect children to be mentally mature, it is better to judge them from a relatively fair legal perspective.

The mistakes made by the caregivers are more outrageous.

This is Lan Tianzhu's idea.

……

Xiao Cui's view was relatively simple. She said simply and clearly: "This mother is not qualified to be called a mother at all."

"If you are mentally ill, you should go to the hospital for electroshock therapy. It's a pity that you are still alive and well until now... Die!"

"..."

Cong Yu looked at himself, then at Xiao Cui, and suddenly felt that this child Xiao Cui... seemed really crazy.

He was born to be a weirdo.

Being a magical girl nowadays falls into the category of being misguided.

"Um...Brother Cong Yu, what are you looking at? I'm just a child, and children don't know what's going on."

Xiao Cui noticed that Cong Yu was staring at her, so she immediately turned away shyly and snuggled into Yao Chuanguang's arms.

You better be.

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"Boom...boom...boom..."

Where is the train going?

Well... before thinking about this question, the first thing to consider is where you are now and why you can see the prairie outside the window.

Africa?

But shouldn’t I have become... a weirdo?

It should be like this, right?

"..."

"..."

Moreover, there were small cakes on the table.

She thought so...but even though she was a little hungry, after looking around, she didn't just reach out to take it.

On the one hand, her mother's nightmare-like voice was still chattering in her ears about things like "nutritional ratio" and "muscle groups".

On the other hand, it doesn't seem very polite.

However, if nothing unexpected happens, I was rescued...right?

"You guessed right, Zongzheng Ximei."

Such a calm voice came from the side of Soumasa Kimi, who had strangely dyed black and red hair.

She turned her head sharply and saw a young man wearing a shirt with "Weirdo" written on it and a strange mask.

The other person leaned back on the chair, put his hands on his knees, and crossed his legs elegantly: "The cake is prepared for you, eat it if you want..."

"..."

Although she didn't quite understand what was going on, Zong Zheng Ximei still nodded, said thank you quietly, and started to eat the cake slowly.

Then, while eating...

Her tears continued to flow down her cheeks and drip onto the table, making a "pat pat" sound.

Zong Zheng Ximei didn't dare to raise her head, she sobbed softly...

She felt a little embarrassed because she was probably saved by the other party, but she didn't know how to thank him out loud.

I don’t even know whether I should thank the other person.

Because...

Zong Zheng Ximei didn't know where else she could go, and she didn't know how her mother would treat her when she saw her return.

Will he be ecstatic about his daughter's return?

No, even if I was overjoyed, it was not because of her survival... but because of the survival of my mother's dream.

Or, was she simply disliked because she brought shame to her mother?

Because she didn't know, she just cried.