"I've never seen anything like this!" this is Mo, who circled around Tam while still blaming Great Dane Gold as if complaining, "You haven't told me that the Federation still has this kind of 'thing'!"

"Should I feel offended?" Tam, too, as he surveyed the ink, "or naïve assuming that this woman doesn't yet grasp the language of the Federation." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Well, Ink does keep calling Tamu a 'thing'.

Zach wasn't going to explain for either side, on the contrary, Zach was a little curious, "Spirit, spirit, ghost, monster, ink, which kind of is he?"

"The first impression is definitely 'fine'!" Mo is deducing a higher level of 'offense', "He definitely has the functional attributes of an object!Oh! Remember, I said, essence is born from things~" While looking at Tamu, he nodded his head to confirm himself, "You are definitely still a 'thing', I can see at a glance that your attribute is definitely a place! Like a box, a cabinet...... Uh, maybe bigger, house, but I'm sure, it's definitely for stuff!"

The corners of Tamm's eyes twitched twice, "Except for this 'jing' that I can't hear at all, I see that you have a pretty good grasp of the language of the Federation." Tam, still a little aware that this was Grande's home field, looked at Zach as if he was asking for permission - "Can I scold her back?" ”

"Scolding? no!" Mo blinked, "I'm not scolding you! I'm exclaiming! 'Something' is never an insult in the republic, and people are also a kind of 'thing'! We only curse when we say that someone else is 'not a thing'!"

"Uh......" This cultural difference could not be refuted, and Tamm continued to twitch the corners of his eyes, ready to avoid Mo.

"Wait a minute!" Mo didn't know where the attachment came from, and floated to Tam's body to block the way, "I'm not finished yet!" But when I feel you carefully......" When he said this, Mo's hand was placed on Tamu's stomach, super conscious, "You are not like 'Jing', your attributes are not like inherited from the things of your predecessor, you are born~" Glanced at Zack, "It's like the inheritor's wedding we attended before, well, what's it called, Gram, Cliff? The current North District Police Chief Darcy! Yes, Darcy the Inheritor! And you were born like this~You are a 'spirit'~"

Tamu lowered his head and raised his eyebrows as he looked at the hand that Mo had placed on his stomach. Casually mentioned, beautiful hands, slender and fair. Tamu opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

But Mo's next words made Tamm confirm what he was going to respond to-"Well, it may be a bit off-topic, but, you need to do some sit-ups." Your belly is so soft when you rub it......"

Tam stiffened his cheeks, waved his hand away, and glared at Zack, "You brought me to live with Grande, do I have my own room?!"

Zach pointed to the new living area on the west side, heh, there are also living areas where workers come and go, "Except for 203 (Bain), pick any ......" Zach watched as Mo's hand reached out to Tamu again, but this time it was not his stomach, it was the wrist that was exposed in his hand just now, so Zach shut up, and had a hunch that this would be a conversation he was really curious about-

"Uh, where did you get this token?" Ink didn't make any extra moves, pulling up Tamu's sleeve and staring at the red knots that were revealed.

"What?" Tam tried to withdraw his arm, still irritated, he couldn't be blamed, Mo just had a knack for annoying people, "It's none of your business!"

I didn't feel much strength on Mo, but Tamu's wrist was firmly in Mo's hand, very firm, "Where did you get this token?"

"Ugh. Tam's face began to look bad, partly because he didn't want to admit that he had been hurt by a woman, and partly because, "'Token'? I don't know what you're talking about!"

Mo actually looked at Zack, "In the republic, knots represent many things, they are records, expressions, and prayers. And this knot is a token of prayer to, uh, according to your federation, a medium of prayer to God. But the prayer of the republic is different from the prayer of your federation, we will not talk about 'the blessing of the Holy Lord', but when we do pray for something, such as the ancestors, such as the New Year's pictures posted on the door, such as the statue of the military commander in the hall, we count on this prayer to come true, and our God, at least, I will fulfill the wish of the person who prayed to me. After explaining to Zach, he looked at Tam again, "And this one in your hand is the medium, a token of the republican God." Rolling his eyes, "Lest you misunderstand again, this is a token of the republic and the alien race." The speechless face, "Can you understand, the republics and aliens are all gods, as long as there are offerings." ”

Tamu was stunned for a moment, and then stopped resisting the wrist that was grabbed by Mo, and his other hand began to pull the knot on his wrist, as if to remove it.

"It doesn't make sense. Mo pursed his lips, looked at Tam, and shook his head, "Do you know how to worship a republican alien race and make it your god?"

Tamu was stunned again and instinctively shook his head.

"It's just a knotted, faded nylon rope. Mo tilted his mouth and frowned, "You haven't answered my question yet, where did you get this token?"

"Uh......" Tam glanced at Zack, who had answered the question once, hadn't he, but Zack didn't mean to say it, at least not yet, and watched quietly. Tam frowned, still trying to untie the knot with one hand, "A strange republican man gave it to me. ”

"How strange is that?" said Mo, frowning.

"Uh, very tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. Don't speak, tsk, probably just don't speak Federal. And then there was only a reassuring smile. Well, it doesn't seem to be very reassuring!Are you republics and aliens like this?!Are you fooling people on the street to give tokens to deceive people's beliefs!*!and!are these important!" Tamu grew impatiently, for he found that he could not untie the knots in his hands.

"How do you worship the god of the Republic?" Zach interjected at this point, "I mean, alien. "Uh, how should I describe it. Mo pondered, "Some of the things that need to be paid specifically, such as food, usage, and ...... Consumables for any of those aliens. Some comparisons, well, spiritual, such as a sense of existence, rituals, and odes......" continued to look at Tamu helplessly, "Do you recall it carefully, and the man who gave you this didn't say anything?"

"No!" Tam was completely enraged by the knot on his wrist, "didn't you listen to me!

Mo pursed his lips and hooked his fingers into the knot on Tam's wrist, "Scissors." A word came out of his mouth.

As Tamm stared at Mur with the scissors that suddenly appeared in his hand to cut the knots on his wrists, Mur glanced at Zack, "Believe it or not, laughing, it's also a kind of offering." 'Always smiling' used to be a philosophy of life that the Republicans firmly believed......"

Zach was distracted by this perfect time for cultural exchange, "Mo, what is your offering? Don't tell me it's a republican dim sum." ”

Mo pinched the knotted knot, "My Sophia is about to begin." "I haven't forgotten this soap opera that is always related to Sophia's lover, "I have time to chat~" floated away. (To be continued.) )