Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

odor…

The more they talked, the weirder it became. He had no idea when the master and servant were telling the truth and when they were lying.

Mori Yuesha brushed her hands: "You can't smell it. Think about it carefully in the next two days, Mr. Knitted Hat. We will leave in two days. Before that, we will help Matilda deal with that Phil. I like that kid very much..." The girl muttered: "Maybe you two can go to other countries?"

"I have to find a treasure, a big treasure. My wealth is so little that I can only buy a hundred libraries..." The girl muttered to herself and began to walk around the house again.

Leon withdrew his gaze and looked at Nagini beside him.

"I can't leave this business. Thank you and your master for your kindness, Miss Nagini."

Nagini bent down, and after the teapot disappeared, the maid brought up a small plate of corn-colored cookies of various shapes, as if by magic.

She smiled and said to Leon, "If Mori Yuesha says yes, then yes. Mr. Leon, it's rare that the master likes to do good things instead of playing pranks. If I were you, I would take the time to seriously consider her words."

When the maid looked up, the man saw a bottomless pool of black.

"The last time I heard from Old Tony, you had a sister before you came to America to live with him?"

Lyon suddenly clenched his fists and his whole body tensed.

"Relax, relax, I'm just asking." Seeing this, Nagini gently stepped back, and while she was talking, her eyes stayed on Mori Yuesha who was trying to catch the sparrow on the windowsill. "I'm just traveling around with my very curious master. I agree with you that there is no such thing as helping without reason."

"We want stories, interesting stories."

"It will make every trip of the owner more fulfilling. If you regard it as a 'reward', there is nothing wrong with it."

Leon didn't say anything else until he left.

When he was very young, he did have an older sister.

Chapter 28 Invitation

Leon easily found out that Matilda was entangled with a policewoman from time to time.

As the shady party in the cat-and-mouse game, he said nothing, which was very unusual: he didn't get angry perhaps because he was not good at speaking, but what happened next was beyond Mori Yuesa's understanding.

——He moved to another shabby house in the slums. It was also a hotel. No matter whether you are rich or poor, hotels and restaurants are the most common in human society. Then, Matilda still went to see him from time to time.

Go to him to learn the skills of a 'scavenger'.

Leon didn't say 'I don't need you if someone helps you', and Matilda didn't say 'I don't need you if someone helps me'. The two seemed to maintain a consistent tacit understanding and silence. When the time came, they opened the door; they fiddled with their guns without saying a word; they took out the food they had bought and ate and drank;

Then sit quietly looking at each other for a while.

End.

Mori Yuesa is going crazy with curiosity!

"What's going on between the two of them?"

Matilda blurred the existence of Mori Yuesha, but compared to her and Nagini, the girl tried harder to blur the role of Leon - the policewoman didn't even know that such a dangerous person had appeared.

Nagini saw it clearly.

“Something is sprouting.”

what?

"Is it that stinky burger that's been sitting in the kitchen for a week?"

Nagini: ...

Fortunately, there are other things that can divert Mori Yuesha's attention——

She, the traveling little Yuesha who is more curious about interesting things than the traveling little frog - she!

Nowadays!

Received an invitation to The Truman Show!!

Wow--

The Chosen One!!

Of course, this was only possible after Nagini 'sponsored' the production team a little, but...

As long as she's happy.

As long as she was happy and hugged her a few more times, the maid would be satisfied. Look, the crazy girl was already as beautiful as an octopus that depended on its lover, with her two hands and two legs tightly wrapped around Nagini's body, and the whole person was suspended in the air.

"Nagini! Tell me, am I lucky or not?"

Nagini lifted her up by the hips and hugged her, "Lucky, my master is the luckiest in the world."

The female octopus nodded with satisfaction, then rubbed her nose with hers, a cunning look flashing in her big eyes.

"My luck was meeting Nagini."

Oh...did you notice?

Right.

"Then how are you going to thank me for bringing you luck?" Nagini felt the girl's sweet cherry breath and looked at her face getting closer and closer. She didn't realize how obsessed her expression had become.

"Can I kiss you?"

Mori Yuesha tilted her head innocently, as if asking "Can I eat this?" But her charming behavior betrayed her - this child definitely knew what she was doing.

The flirtatious little guy slowly learned bad things.

"Can I?" The girl smiled and half bit her lip. Nagini caught a glimpse of a flash of pink at the corner of her rosy lips.

Hot breath fanned her cheek.

“There are some things you don’t need to ask.”

Nagini's face was stern, and she clenched her fists tightly.

She suddenly had a dream-like illusion: as if she was sitting in the clouds, and the breeze was Mori Yuesha's breath.

…………

……

The location of "The Truman Show" is very large. Very, very large, like a giant military base - cameras, slides, and stagehands holding loudspeakers to urge people to enter can be seen everywhere; actors dressed in ancient costumes are scattered in the entrance hall of the formal studio, some are gathering with their mobile phones to take pictures and post them on the Internet, and some are concentrating on applying makeup with hand mirrors - are the beauties trying to use this photogenic appearance to open the door to their acting careers?

Impossible, she would only open her own door. Not far away, the wretched director from some small crew had been staring at her chest for more than ten minutes.

When Nagini led Mori Yuesha in, the noisy hall suddenly became quiet. Many eyes were directed at Nagini: most people would think that this was the elder sister who brought her younger sister to see the world, and the one who made a guest appearance was also the elder sister.

This is undoubtedly a formidable opponent.

"Are they jealous of you...?" Mori Yuesha tugged at Nagini's arm, lowered her down, and whispered in her ear, "It's just a guest appearance, but you look so murderous..."

There were even a few glances that didn't even spare her.

“Everyone is a competitor not necessarily when there is competition. As long as you are determined to step into this industry and come up with an idea, your enemy will exist.” Nagini has seen more human warmth and coldness than Sen Yuesha, and it’s not just in this circle.

No matter where you are, human hearts are the most difficult to guess: before she met Mori Yuesa, there was once a girl who got along well with her and maliciously led her into a trap set by a street thug.

The result, of course, is that the snake eats everything.

She asked the girl later. When she was still alive.

How did she respond?

'I just did it when I suddenly thought of it. 'You see, the only two similarities between malice and good intentions are that they both need no reason to be done to the extreme.

The last similarity is that they exist in people’s minds almost at the same time.

"How profound. Are you hurt?" Mori Yuesa was more worried about this.

Of course not, silly.

"I ate them. I was too young to control the blood curse; I went crazy and made a mess. When I came to, there was nothing left of her or them - and to be honest, it didn't taste good, smelling like sweat and the chemicals of cheap makeup powder."

"You should clean up before eating. Hairpins, metal rings, necklaces - won't your stomach make a rumbling sound after eating?"

Nagini smiled and placed Mori Yuesa's small hand on her abdomen.

"Is there a sound?"

Mori Yuesha touched it without saying anything, but she pulled Nagini down and whispered in her ear:

"I'll listen carefully tonight."

Nagini: ...I'm having a hard time keeping up with this, Teacher Ansuna.

"Anyway, now no one can bully you anymore!" Mori Yuesha patted her chest loudly: "You can eat whatever you want."

As she finished speaking, she noticed that Nagini's eyes were focused on the tip of her boots.

Mori Yuesha and Nagini can only be regarded as one of the many "guest audiences". To be honest, this is just a gimmick created by "The Truman Show" - a small trick to attract the general audience to participate in it and deepen the sense of substitution.

Such guests appear every day, and he, the top boss, doesn't have to bother to come out to receive them, even if the other party pays a large sum of money to jump the queue.

The person who greeted them was a director's assistant, a capable-looking girl with a walkie-talkie hanging from her waist, and a bunch of black lines running from her trouser pockets and waist to her ears and mouth.

Looks pretty professional anyway.

She hurried out of the white metal door and called out to Nagini.

"This way!"

She also thought that today's guest star was Nagini.

Chapter 29 Chatting on the road and familiar names

The assistant led the two sisters into the passage quickly - a long corridor, with incandescent light strips extending far along the wall. As soon as she came in, Mori Yuesha discovered that this huge studio with a huge area was very technological...

"Of course." The assistant had light blonde hair tied into a neat ponytail. As she ran in high heels, the ponytail swayed from side to side.

Her tone was full of pride: "The Truman Show is Christopher's masterpiece, which has been popular all over the world for many years. I bet you grew up watching it when you were a child."

When Mori Yuesa was a child, she watched her ball grow up little by little.

Nagini watched her tail grow little by little.

As if she noticed that the two sisters behind her were not talkative and were much calmer than the guest audiences she had led before, the assistant slowed down her pace and walked shoulder to shoulder with Nagini. She whispered, "Director Christopher doesn't like chaos, don't let your sister cause any."

Getting the wrong person involved in the filming was a small matter. The assistant was just worried that this young child would cause trouble: although there were several troubles almost every month, it was not the audience with a "strong sense of mission" who jumped out to tell Truman Burbank that his world was a live broadcast.

It's about proposing love and marriage in front of the camera and the global audience.

There are also people who ask for donations and act pitifully.

In short, there are all kinds of things that can be done using global live broadcasts. The assistant doesn't want Mori Yuesha to make a scene and not follow the script, or to cry and embarrass everyone.

"No." Nagini smiled very appropriately: "My sister..." She glanced at Mori Yuesha: "...She is very obedient and well-behaved. Very..."

She is not a liar, she always feels guilty when she lies.

The assistant didn't know whether she believed it or not, but with her and the on-site director in control, there shouldn't be any big trouble. "It's better this way. You have to know how many people want to appear on The Truman Show - I think you and your sister have good qualifications, maybe you can become small actors or something."

Mori Tsukisa is so interested!!

"Sister, am I qualified enough to be an actor?"

The assistant glanced at Mori Yuesha again, this time for about three seconds longer.

"I'm talking about the small roles that are marginal. Your figure - you can't be a model anyway, but your sister can. If you are interested, I will ask the on-site director to give you the contact information after the show is over - by the way, where are your families?"

Being an actor or something is just something assistants say when they are aroused. There are countless people in the United States who want to be big stars, probably more than women who want to sprain their ankles and then be carried like a princess by the son of some group chairman - usually just dreams.

These two sisters were indeed the most beautiful people she had ever seen - indeed the "most" beautiful and the best, but, so what?

It's too naive to think that you can get into this circle just by relying on your looks and figure.

"It's not impossible if your family has a strong background. Money is an everlasting force. If you don't have it..." The assistant looked at Nagini sympathetically and said, "I advise you to experience the feeling of standing in front of the camera once and then forget about it."

"If you don't want both of you to end up in the same man's bed one day."

Nagini raised an eyebrow. "Sounds scary?"

"Terrible?" The assistant has been in this circle since she graduated, and has come into contact with too many people over the years. Some are fragrant, some are smelly, some are disgusting, some are kind, some try to believe in God but do evil, some are full of foul language but kind and soft-hearted: she has seen too many different kinds of people.