After sending away this time-traveling harem man, I once again had free rest time. In other words, I started to get bored again.
I was so bored that I just started shopping alone.
By the way, the reason why I dared to run around on the street was because I added a camouflage force field to myself. After our nine girls became popular for no reason, showing their faces casually would cause a very bad situation. This was the case for the lottery seller that day.
It has been confirmed at that time. Really, only gods like Reimei and the others who are idols can cause this kind of thing to happen. If it is a traditional god worshiped as an idol, no one should dare to watch forcefully, and they would have been trembling with fear.
Fell to the ground.
Well, according to Ling Mei, that kind of god should be thrown into a black hole washing machine and rotated for hundreds of millions of years. A world-level true god like her, I have never seen anyone put on a arrogant air and like to show off.
They are all false gods.
It’s just that I don’t know what the hell a black hole washing machine is.
But having said that, Lingmei seems to know a lot of other scattered wills. It is said that she traveled to other scattered wills in the past. I am really curious about what those scattered wills are like.
When I was thinking wildly, I had already returned to the bustling business district. Seeing the endless crowds of people on the street, I felt inexplicably relieved.
It's great to have Lingmei and the others here.
"Hey, Sister Amy, are you out for a walk?" A voice greeted me from the side. I turned around and saw a very familiar lower-level goddess. I had forgotten her name, but when I saw her
The combination of suspenders and high heels immediately reminded me of it.
"Ah! Aren't you the Erica who was beaten up by Sister Aini? What are you busy with here?"
After hearing my words, the other party instantly became depressed: "Do you remember the time when I was beaten... Sister Amy, you can be considered a goddess after all. Why are your memory methods so low? You
Can't you store my information in the database in your brain and then set it to automatically call it out..."
"Stop, stop, stop! Who knows what you're talking about! I only know what I think and what I get without technical content. I don't know how to talk about all this nonsense!" I shook my hands vigorously to express my disapproval.
meeting.
Erica sighed, stretched out her hand and put it on the top of my head: "Oh, thank goodness I gave you a useful auxiliary system, but you don't know how to set it up yourself! Well, I've done it for you, now
When you meet anyone you have been in contact with, the system will automatically display the other person’s information.”
"Ah! Thank you so much! Now I can never forget it, hahaha..." I held Erica's hand and laughed loudly.
Huh? This guy doesn't even wear gloves now? She really changed a lot for her lover.
"Ha... After all, I love him... There's nothing wrong with changing myself to make him happy~" Erica scratched her cheek and showed a shy smile.
"By the way, what are you doing here? Why don't you go save the world?" I asked curiously.
Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer goddesses in the Dream City, and most of them have gone out to save the world. Those who are still here are usually those who only want to live a small life with their sweethearts, or they have come back to rest after saving the world.
But this Erica seems to be installing something like a pillar on the roadside. What is she doing?
"Ah~ Forget it, isn't this a shortage of manpower! It's true, boss. We have to do this kind of thing ourselves, and we are not allowed to continue to do it. We will talk about it after a while! I envy the 50,000 people you asked away
Guys, they are just running around and having fun now, not doing anything serious at all!"
It turns out that those 50,000 people were just playing! I said that a civilization needs so many goddesses to deal with it, but in the end they were all traveling at public expense!
"No, you haven't told me what you are doing yet?"
"Oh, this is a kind of promotional advertisement. Look..." Erica said, clicking on the pillar that had been erected, and immediately a ring-shaped image appeared, slowly surrounding the thin pillar.
It spun slowly.
Wait, what the hell is on this image?
"It's not a ghost, it's a concert of the Nine Goddess and Star Dew! Sister Amy, don't you know? You are also going to perform on stage?" Erica tilted her head and looked at me, as if she was confused.
appearance.
"I'm the one who should be confused, okay! I don't know at all! Why is there a concert all of a sudden! How can I sing and dance!" I jumped excitedly, expressing my strong dissatisfaction.
"Oh my, sister Amy, what's the use of being angry with me! You should go to the boss to get angry... Well, theoretically the boss and I are the same person, so... you can get angry with me..." Ai
Rika thought for a moment with her eyes raised, and came to this conclusion.
I have to say that these crazy goddesses are really good at being reasonable.
"I'm sorry, I got angry at you because of my excitement. It's not your fault. I'd better go back and make trouble for Ling Mei."
"It's okay, I can understand it. Then, I can continue to do my business?"
"By the way, how is your sweetheart doing now?"
"Oh, him, we've been playing a little too hard lately, and he always ends up in the resurrection... hospital. Now he's hiding in there and doesn't want to come out, and he's just angry with me~"
"No... this isn't out of anger... I think he was frightened by you..." Hearing Erica's description, I showed a pained expression.
Even though we promised to be reasonable, how can we understand that the other party is angry?
"Ah? Is that so? What is he afraid of?" Erica frowned, and a bunch of question marks appeared near her head.
These question marks are real, not just a description.
"Be afraid of death... Your sweetheart is a human being after all, and he will always have a mental breakdown if he dies... So what... when you play with him, you should pay attention to your sense of propriety, don't play to death easily..." I helped him
He rubbed his forehead and tried to explain to her.
"Ah? But he obviously asked me to step on him hard? He himself said that being stepped on by beautiful feet in stockings was the most satisfying! I thought I didn't satisfy him and made him angry!"
"Can I ask how hard you pressed?"
"You trample him to pieces every time? He said it hard, right?"
I held Erica's shoulders and stared at her with extremely serious eyes: "Erica, listen to me. Before you do something, you must fully understand the relevant knowledge before doing it. You must not
Just do it based on your own subjective imagination! Your crush makes you use force, which refers to the force in the human category, and it is definitely not the kind of force that directly tramples people into pieces! Why do you have no common sense on this kind of thing?
Is it intentional?"
"Yes! Lack of common sense is the most adorable thing about all goddesses, right?"
"..., for the happiness of your lover, please work hard to learn common sense..."
"Oh~ Since you said so, sister Amy, then I'll give it a try."
"Please do this!"
"Sister Amy, let's have barbecue together next time when we have time~"
Erica seems to like barbecue very much. She always smells like barbecue. Is this really good for a beautiful girl?
After saying goodbye to Erica, I began to think about a serious question: We always feel that we are the worst and the most unfortunate. However, there are always people in the world who are worse and more unfortunate than ourselves. With these
Compared with my own situation, I am really happy. Instead of complaining about my misfortune, it is better to work hard to strive for happiness from now on.
But this dear friend who has been trampled to death by his lover several times, I still think you can get a ranking in the world competition. This kind of painful and happy experience is extremely scary when you think about it... No, really
Will you be happy... I can only wish you good luck, hahaha...
Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered that there was another shitty concert thing!
Ah... As expected, I am more unlucky... What a misfortune...
It feels good to be fattened for a while, but the author starved to death in the crematorium.
Well I know no one cares if the author of this crappy book starves to death.
Apart from the few living people who have spoken, are there really others following the update?