Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

　　 Mu Fan didn't notice that someone around him was already watching him.

　　 There were three or four hundred people in the banquet hall. It was too difficult for others to notice a person, but Mu Fan managed to do it.

　　 There was silence in Mu Fan's headset now, and Hei stopped talking. As a strange intelligent life, it has no skin, but through the monitoring in the lobby, it noticed that more than ten people are already staring at the kid who eats Hesai dumbstruck, and there is even a tendency to spread more and more. Because the empty plates on his right are being stacked at a rate of two plates per minute, the most important thing is that the person is still trying to stuff his mouth blindly.

　　 The six plates of butter bread are gone, now he is eyeing the food called sponge cake. The butter bread was still in the mouth, and the sponge cake couldn't fit in, so everyone saw that the kid rammed it in with his hands, and squeezed it in abruptly. At this moment, the viewer's heart was almost broken.

　　Before he got dark, I wanted to simulate the emotions of the person involved in order to experience Mu Fan's mental state. After he collected all the parameters, he found that the simulation program crashed at 60%... The face of his host cannot be copied.

As a great intelligent life from a parallel universe, Hei has for the first time a psychology of admiration to his host. At this moment, in the PO Battle.net world, the metal silver ball of the black virtual clone is moving in a state beyond the speed of sound. The 341 base's fighting room ejected around.

　　 "Too much of the momentum of the black lord!"

　　 "It's too awkward!"

　　 "I want to vent."

　　 In the dark night, a pair of faint green eyes swayed side by side with the black trajectory, and from time to time he took out the stick and hit it, and the black shot more violently.

　　 "It's such a blessing to eat some, I miss my lifetime." The vicissitudes of life sighed with exclamation, but his hands did not slow down at all.

　　 "Don't mess up, you are still talking to the kid, and now you won't be hungry at all to eat!" Hei was anxious, and his only comrade-in-arms was not on the same front as it.

　　 "You don't understand." The fighter slapped his lips, and the green light in his hand was strong, and the black even showed a row of phantoms under the sudden doubled blow.

　　 "Old-East-West!" The simple black voice was pulled to three seconds and finished...

　　……

　　 What set is this? I no longer know.

　　 Mu Fan picked up another plate of peeled frost melons and stuffed it into his mouth. The sponge cake was finally squeezed into his stomach.

Huh? This kind of fruit tastes good, not inferior to Miluo. Seeing the word "frost melon" on the label, Mu Fan hurriedly wrote down the name.

　　 He wanted to laugh twice, but found that he could only hum, so Mu Fan gave up and narrowed his eyes comfortably. Then, at the moment he paused, he noticed the people around him who were already in a circle. These people did not put their eyes on the food on the table, they were all staring at his mouth and the twenty plates on hand. .

　　 Uh, have you been caught eating too much? Didn't you say you can enjoy it to your heart's content? I also listened to what the fat father said before.

　　 That is to steal your food, Mu Fan reluctantly retracted his eyes to the plate of Black Forest cake, curled his lips, and prepared to turn back.

　　The same row of gazes were dull, and Mu Fan and a group of people stared at them.

　　 The fat man stood beside a tall, thin young man with pale complexion with his round eyes open. Both stared at him with the expression of seeing an alien beast.

　　 gurgle! A line of people across from Mu Fan swallowed.

　　 Mu Fan also swallowed quietly. It seemed that it was wrong for so many people to stare at him. How can you say that if you don't admit it, you won't admit it, or you are not a friend!

　　 Mu Fan looked at the fat man angrily, yes, it was the poor fat man, because this was a dinner at the fat man's house, because the fat man looked at him too.

　　 The fat man's mouth moved. Just as he was about to speak, he heard someone speak, his voice filled with surprise: "This, isn't this the tailor of Yizhisha?"

What? The fat man was dumbfounded, when did Mu Fan become a tailor. No, this suit was not prepared for him by himself. He really looks like a tailor's uniform.

Conroe spoke, clapped his hands, looked at the girls who were walking here not far away from the corner of his eyes, and deliberately raised his voice: "Fatty, anyone can come to your dinner party. Ah, tusk." This time even the few people who hadn't expressed their attitudes looked a little unhappy this time. No matter how low they are in this circle, they belong to the same level. Come over, a tailor will eat here and just take the dinner party. The grade has been lowered several times.

　　 A girl who came over also stared at Mu Fan: "You haven't seen it before, the tailor of Yizhisha? Why did you come here."

　　 Mu Fan saw that it was the same man and woman that he saw at the second door before, and now they both looked at him with the same look. Thinking of what he said casually then, the honest Mu Fan was a little embarrassed.

　　 scratched his head and said to the fat man: "Harry."

　　 Everyone turned their eyes curiously and focused on Fatty’s face. Could this be Harry’s tailor?

　　 Sweat rushed, and at this moment the fat man finally had a chance to speak. This time in his heart he was trampled by a whole yak herd. You came to say hello, now it's inevitable to be laughed at by a bunch of people, and when it's over, Mu Fan will see his cowardly and cowardly side.

Kang Luo sighed and slapped the fat man's shoulder hard, his tone full of admiration, but mocking: "Fat man, you can't tell, your tailor can eat better than you. It is really divided into groups, and it seems that we will have peace in the future. You have drawn a clear line. We can't be lowered by a group of foodies." The last sentence was said with a smile to the people around him, and it attracted many echoes after speaking. UU Reading www.uukanshu.cOM

　　 Damn, the fat man clenched his fists, his face flushed, but it was not because he was being laughed at, he was used to it anyway. He even laughed at his only friend, this fat man really couldn't bear it.

　　 "This is Mu Fan! My good friend, not a tailor! Can you stop surrounding him?" The fat man mustered up the courage and said loudly to a group of people.

The movement here has attracted a lot of people nearby, and now the whispers from time to time have caught the attention of the young people. Conroe, who is not concerned about it, is surprised and applauded. Wayne is not there. , He doesn't need to give anyone face.

　　 "Oh? Our fat man speaks so hard."

　　 "Yeah, Fatty, you actually have friends, hahahaha." Fleming's narrowed eyes were full of contempt. Fatty wouldn't be called Fatty if he had a backbone.

"Fat man, why is your friend wearing the clothes of a tailor's clerk? Didn't your friend give him a change? This is still called a friend. I said boy, the fat man is so rich that he won't give you a change of clothes, he said Think of you as a friend, don't be silly and take it seriously~~Hahaha." Another teenager in a purple shirt said halfway around and smiled at Mu Fan.

　　 "What are you here for?" Kang Luo stopped smiling, raised his chin, and motioned for Mu Fan to answer.

　　 Mu Fan turned his gaze slightly, he saw the fat man's flushed cheeks that defended himself, put away the expression on his face, and said faintly: "Don't do anything."

　　 Then the person who was not waiting questioned his tone, his head was raised slightly, his eyes were half-squinted, and he looked at the thin, pale-skinned man in front of him, saying every word.

　　 "I'm here to eat."

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