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She rolled her eyes, leaned over to place the plate on the coffee table, and sat down cross-legged.

"What are you doing there, don't you come to breakfast?"

The little girl's voice was soft and immature, her body was slender, white stockings under her pale cyan dress, and her feet were almost the size of her own palms.

However, since the other party did not deny this name, it is equivalent to admitting that she is Jieluo.

What are you going to do, kill her?

Now this young girl's body, it is impossible for her to tear herself apart with her bare hands like an extraordinary person, right?

Roland first reached into the kitchen, took a fruit knife from the knife holder and hid it at his waist, and then slowly came to the coffee table.

I saw that I also had a fried egg on my plate, and two fritters - well, one more than her.

The outer ring of the egg is golden in color, the skirt is slightly burnt, and the egg white in the middle is slightly bulging, revealing a touch of orange, which is obviously the perfect flowing egg.

Jieluo skillfully pinched her chopsticks, put a slice of fried egg into her mouth, and then grabbed the fritters and nibbled them. "What the hell were you doing yesterday? Cockroaches on the ceiling?"

"No...... I feel a little dirty and want to wipe it off. Roland made up a random reason.

"Really?" she glanced up at smallpox, "you won't wipe it with a rag on your fork?"

"It didn't work well, but it's clean now," he coughed twice, "and you did it?"

"Uncle, is your head okay," Jieluo finally showed a worried look, "Haven't I done it all since I came here?"

After coming here? And where were you before? Roland opened his mouth, but finally didn't ask. Obviously, if he asks any more, the other party will suspect his identity.

Jieluo quickly finished her breakfast and handed her hand to him, "Money for groceries." ”

"Huh?"

"The food in the refrigerator is almost gone, I have to go to the vegetable market today, how can I buy it if you don't give me money?"

A junior high school student, how do you know this? Roland subconsciously touched his body, but didn't find his wallet, "uh......"

"Your nightstand, in the second drawer," Gero sighed.

He went back to the bedroom, and sure enough, he pulled out a shriveled wallet from the drawer, and when he opened it, there were only a pitiful three hundred yuan in it, and a few lottery tickets.

"How much?" said Roland, returning to the living room.

"Twenty, I can't lift it any more. ”

Roland, in line with the idea of spending other people's money without heartache, handed her a fifty bill, "Save the more for next time." ”

Jero gave him a strange look and slipped the money into her small purse.

"Your hand ......," Roland noticed two band-aids wrapped around his fingers.

"I got stuck when I was picking up glass shards, and it didn't hurt much...... Of course, it's better if you don't litter. She shrugged, then picked up her schoolbag and walked towards the gate, "I'm going to school, and if I don't come back at noon, you will wash the dishes." ”

"Wait, isn't it summer vacation?"

"Of course it's tutoring," Jieluo put on her shoes and poked her head out from behind the door, "Uncle, if you still feel that your head still hurts, go to the hospital and don't do such stupid things in the future." ”

Half a minute later, Roland walked out of room 0825 and looked down on the fence of the walkway.

Jie Luo's figure soon appeared in his field of vision—her white hair was always conspicuous, but the crowd seemed accustomed to it, and no one looked back at her. She waited downstairs for a while, until two other yellow-haired girls with school bags ran and jumped around her, and the three disappeared into the alley.

Feelings, she also made friends here?

Roland rubbed his forehead, this dream was inevitably too absurd.

What to do next, do you want to follow her to see?

He didn't believe that Jero could really create a complete city.

Just as Roland turned around and wanted to go back to the house to find the key, his whole body suddenly stiffened, and the whole person froze in place.

I saw a pretty woman walking towards him.

She has long light gray hair, her eyebrows are raised, and her lips and nose are somewhat similar to Tilly's, but she has a coldness and arrogance that rejects people thousands of miles away.

He had never met each other, but the memories of the Four Princes clearly told him that this person was his sister, the third princess of Grey Castle.

Garcia Wimbledon!

Roland subconsciously touched the fruit knife on his waist.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way," the woman said, with a disgusted expression, "I'm going over." ”

"You...... Don't you know me?" he was amazed.

"Snort," the other sneered, "why should I know you?

Roland stared at her and slowly moved out of the way, "Your name is Garcia, right?"

"......," the woman's face darkened, "I don't know where you got my name, but I warn you that you will suffer if you linger." She stretched out her right hand and closed her fingers in turn, and the joints crackled as if she had practiced fighting.

When she returned to the house and closed the door heavily, Roland pretended to be wandering over and glanced at it.

The room number is 0827, next door to the next.

Looking at the security doors lining the aisle in the distance, a terrifying thought suddenly rose in his heart.

How many residents are there in this apartment building?

In any case, the length of the common corridor is so amazing that standing at the door of Room 27, the other end is not clear at a glance!

Once this thought comes to mind, it's hard to suppress it.

He returned to the house as fast as he could, found the key, made sure he could open the door, locked it, and ran towards the end of the room with increasing numbers.

The promenade at your feet is no less than a 400-meter-long straight runway!

Panting, I came to the end of the stairway near the stairwell, and the last house number was 0899.

It's incredible, who would fit nearly a hundred houses into a one-story building? In the style of the seventies and eighties, a row of about a dozen houses is already considered huge.

Roland then climbed up the stairs.

The handrails of the stairs are made of iron, the green paint on the surface has peeled off, and you can see obvious rust and dust, and there are countless small advertisements in the corridors, revealing the distinctive characteristics of the times - this kind of "psoriasis" should have disappeared long ago in the big cities.

The top floor is twenty-two floors.

There is no nameplate on the security door at the end, and even the window hole is not opened.

He looked at them one by one until the first house number appeared in front of him: 2245.

So as a rough calculation, there are 2,124 households in the entire apartment building.

"Over the course of many years, I have swallowed up a thousand warriors, including one transcendent, and you will not be able to win against me!"

In the life-and-death battle on the rooftop, Jieluo's words resurfaced in his head.

Could it be that all the people who live here are the losers of the battle of souls?

This speculation left Roland dumbfounded.

And now, Jieluo has also become one of them.