Release that Witch Chapter 635: Building of Soul

"Zero?" Roland asked tentatively. .Fastest update

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

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

Little girl's voice is soft and tender, slender, white stockings under the pale cyan dress, her feet are almost the size of her own palms, and she is screaming that she will never let go of her crazy Pure One people.

But since the other party did not deny the name, it is tantamount to admitting that she is Zero.

What to do, kill her?

Now this young girl's figure, like impossible, is still like Exceed. Can you tear yourself up with your bare hands?

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

I saw that there was also a slice of fried eggs on her plate, and two fritters Yeah, one more than her.

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

Zero picks up the chopsticks skillfully, puts a slice of fried egg into the mouth three times, and then divides it into two, and then grabs the fritters and scoops up. "What the **** were you doing yesterday? There were cockroaches on the ceiling?"

"No ... I think it's a bit dirty, and I want to wipe it." Roland just made up a reason.

"Really?" She looked up at smallpox, "You wouldn't wipe it with a cloth rag?"

"The effect is not good, but it's finally clean now," he coughed twice, "is this what you made?"

"Uncle, are you okay with your head," Zero finally showed a look of worry, "I haven't done it since I came here?"

After coming here? Where were you before? Roland opened his mouth, but still didn't ask. Obviously, if you continue to ask, the other party will doubt his identity.

Zero quickly finished breakfast and handed him in front of him, "grocery."

"Ah?"

"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, actually knows this? Roland subconsciously touched the body and did not find the wallet, "Uh ..."

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

He returned to the bedroom, and surely he pulled out a dry wallet from drawer, opened it, and there were only 300 or so poor pieces, and a few lottery tickets.

"How much?" Roland returned to the living room.

"Twenty, I can't move any more."

Roland handed her a fifty-dollar bill in the idea of ​​not being heartbroken by spending other people's money, "more will be bought next time."

Zero gave him a strange look and stuffed the money into his own small purse.

"Your hand ..." Roland noticed that there were two band-aids wrapped around the other's fingers.

"It doesn't matter if you pick it up when picking up glass **** ... Of course, it's better if you don't litter." She shrugged, then carried her schoolbag and walked towards the door, "I'll go It ’s school, you wo n’t come back at noon, you will wash the dishes. "

"Wait, isn't it summer vacation now?"

“Of course it ’s tuition,” Zero put on his shoes, and half-headed out of the door. “Uncle, if you think your head is still hurting, go to the hospital to see it, do n’t do this silly in the future It's over. "

After half a minute, Roland stepped out of Room 0825 and lay on the side of the aisle fence and looked down.

The figure of Zero soon appeared in his vision. The white hair was always particularly eye-catching, but the crowd seemed to be accustomed to it, and no one looked back at her. She waited downstairs for a while, until the other two Huangmao girls carrying schoolbags ran and jumped around her, and the three talents disappeared in the alley.

Emotions. She still made friends here?

Roland rubbed his forehead. This dream is too absurd.

What should I do next? Should I follow her?

He doesn't believe that Zero can really create a complete city.

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

I saw a pretty woman approaching him.

She has long light gray hair, her eyebrows rise from tall, her lips and nose are similar to Tilly, but she has an extra cold face and arrogance that is thousands of miles away.

He has never seen each other, but memory in Fourth Prince tells him clearly that this person is his sister, Greycastle's Third Princess.

Garcia Wimbledon!

Roland touched the fruit knife on the waist subconsciously.

"Get out of the way, don't stand in the way," the woman said with a disgusted expression, "I want to go."

"You ... don't know me?" He was surprised.

"Well," the other side sneered, "Why should I know you? If you dye a hair the same color as me, would you like to come close?"

Roland stared at her and slowly cleared the aisle, "You're Garcia, right?"

"..." The woman's face was gloomy. "Although I don't know where you can find my name, I warn you that entanglement can be hard." She stretched out her right hand, folded her fingers in turn, and sent out the bones. The crackling sound sounded like a fighting posture.

When she returned to the apartment and closed the door again and again, Roland pretended to walk around and glanced.

The room number is 0827, next door.

Looking at the burglar-proof door lined up further along the aisle, a thrilling thought suddenly rose in his mind.

How many households are there in this apartment building?

Anyway, the length of the public corridor is really amazing. Standing at the door of Room 27, the other end can't see the end!

Once this idea comes up, it will be difficult to suppress.

He returned to the house as fast as he could, found the key, confirmed that the door could be opened, locked the door, 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 to the end of the corridor near the stairwell, the last house number is 0899.

This is unbelievable. Who would put nearly a hundred houses in the first floor of apartment building? According to the style of 7-8, a row of ten households is already considered to be huge.

Roland then climbed up the stairs.

The handrail of the stairs is iron qualitative , The green paint on the surface has come off too bits and pieces , You can see obvious rust and dust; there are countless small advertisements in the corridor, revealing the distinctive characteristics of the era " cow hide "Ringworm" should have disappeared in the big cities.

The top floor is twenty-two floors.

There is no nameplate on the security door at the end, and there is no opening in the window.

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

Then a rough calculation, there are 2,124 residents in the apartment building.

In the long years, I have absorb thousands of soldiers, including an Exceed, you can't win me!

In the battle of life and death in rooftop, the words of Zero reappeared in his head.

Are the people who live here all defeated by Battle of Soul?

This speculation stunned Roland.

Zero is now one of them. (To be continued ...)