"Yes, then little sister Cecilia, is there something you have to stop me?"

Looking at the little Lori in front of him, the young man couldn't help but tease, if this guy is really Kiana's mother, then he can also be called Kiana's uncle, right?

That shouldn't be a problem, right? The young man thought about it, it should be like this, and even the seniority is even higher...

"You're an outsider, aren't you?"

"Yes, Celestial Empire"

"Celestial Empire people, how could they come to this place? You must know that there are Honkai beasts here from time to time, isn't it... Is it the legendary kung fu? No, no, even if it is, it won't be possible to beat the Honkai Beast..."

Looking at Lori in front of him talking to herself, nodding and shaking her head for a while, the young man couldn't help but squat down, just looking at Lori who showed a tangled little face.

Ahh Maybe it's good to raise a daughter by yourself in the future. The young man looked at the lovely Cecilia in front of him, and an idea appeared in his heart for the first time.

"Hey! How did you get here! You know, it's locked down! ”

"Blockade?"

looked at Lori in front of her who was pointing at her nose and talking, and couldn't help but be stunned, blocked? But when I came, I didn't see a blockade except for some strange things.

Or is this little Lori cheating on herself?

"There's no lockdown outside, it's just a little desolate..."

"There is no lockdown... But that's not what Daddy said..."

“···”

According to Cecilia's words, the young man had already guessed in his heart a white lie, that is, a white lie made up by a father who was worried about his child?

After getting the news from the young man, Cecilia left the place without stopping, and did not say goodbye to the young man, making the young man wrong.

But for now, let's find a place to stay... Just·· Which one is ahead! Looking at the inn not far away, the young man walked over slowly.

"The air isn't much fresher, but it's ... It's even more cloudy."

The young man walked to the front of the hotel, it was very quiet inside, and the young man didn't think much about it, he pushed open the door directly, looked at the girl who was idle inside, wiped the cup, and asked softly.

"Can I stay here?"

“···”

The girl didn't speak, just nodded, and then stared at the cup and wiped it with herself, what a strange guy... The young man sat down at the table beside him.

Looking at the recipes hanging on the wall next to me, my stomach happened to be a little hungry, and instead of going out to find snacks, it was better to make up for my stomach first.

"Girl, please serve me all the dishes"

You don't need to eat too much, you just need to be full, and·· Money or something·· Wait a minute, it seems that I don't have the current currency, forget it, weapons are hard currency at all times.

Not to mention that he still has a system, he can exchange countless coins with a little casually, but then again, when will Ji Xuanyuan be hatched?

"Report the host! Soon! ”

"Really..."

The system's rhetoric is like this, it feels particularly perfunctory, as if it is fooling itself, but since it has said so, it is not good for me to continue to ask.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the girl standing in front of him, staring straight at him, as if the young man had done something wrong, and the young man hurriedly asked.

"What's wrong? Maiden,"

“····”

"I'll give the money..."

The girl shook her head.

"What's that?"

"Wasteful, not good"

"So you can talk..."

A trace of crimson floated on the girl's face in front of her, but it was only for a moment, and then the girl began to stare directly at the young man again, and the young man spread his hands helplessly.

In the face of this kind of reasonable girl, I still don't want to touch my head, but I still have a warehouse, so I won't waste it.

"Don't worry, I won't waste it"

"Picasso"

"Huh?"

"My Name"

Picasso? The name of this girl in front of you is Picasso? Is that Picasso, whose name is close enough to a number of crosses? Disrespectful and disrespectful·· Looking at the clothes in front of me... Uninhibited, but there is a cute girl on her face.

Looking at the drawing board and color materials next to the counter, the young man believed that this was Picasso, but · Is Picasso the owner of the hostel.

"Miss Picasso, may I ask when my food will come up?" I'm so hungry..."

"Soon"

After saying that, Gasso turned her head and returned to the counter, continuing to wipe the transparent glass in her hand, since the store said so, what else could she do?

Wait...

An hour later...

"Miss Picasso, I'm starving to death..."

"Soon..."

"Good!"

Hours passed...

The sunset has shown its own color, and the colorful glow crosses the sky, and the young man lying on the table also opens his eyes. it, is it evening? I waited until the evening for a lunch.

The young man couldn't help but be a little angry, this is your store's fault, I've been waiting for almost five hours, so the dish·· The young man looked at the table, which was empty, and couldn't help but look at Picasso.

Picasso was opposite the young man, with a sketchpad in front of him, a paintbrush in his right hand and a tool weighing paint in his left hand.

The young man's original dissatisfaction was replaced by curiosity, what was she painting? Wait a minute, it can't be yourself, right? The young man shook his head, how could it be.

"Don't Move"

“···”

Now it can be determined that it is his own, and the young man has no choice but to lie on the table honestly, looking at the girl who is concentrating not far away, I have to say, her focused appearance is quite cute.

After a while, the girl put down the paintbrush in her hand, and the young man came behind her, looking at the unknown figure covering his face and shouting in the drawing board, the young man frowned.

"Is this me?"

"It's not..."

"Then why didn't you let me move just now?"

“···”

The girl did not speak, but moved the drawing board stand away, and then looked at the young man, and in the young man's ignorant eyes, she said lightly.

"Image · · It's like..."

"Me?"

"Hmm!"

The young man pointed to himself in disbelief, looked at the girl nodding in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned, could it be that he was like a screaming guy in her eyes?

Besides... Isn't it Van Gogh who painted the cry? You're Picasso, why are you interfering?

"Xiao Suo, I'm back, do you have any guests?"

"Hmm"

Before the young man could continue, a lively voice interrupted the young man's thoughts, and turned his head to look at the girl at the door, who is this guy?

Picasso stood up and walked up to the girl, then pointed to the menu on the wall.

"He, all of them"

"Huh? Guest, please wait a moment ~ I'll give it to you right away ~ Xiao Suo, go clean up the room"

"Hmm..."

In other words... I waited here all afternoon, and the reason was that the chef didn't come back? I·· Forget it, the young man continued to lie on the table like a deflated ball, looking blankly at the so-called cry that was modeled after himself.

"I'm so handsome, why do I draw like this..."

"Report the host! You're not handsome in the first place..."

“···”

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