Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 197 [The Life of Enfala] 10

It has been almost eight months, almost a year, since Feng Lan came to this world. He stayed on the mining planet for five months, and then took Misel around for three months, half escaping and half traveling. Not to mention anything else, after seeing so many planets with unique landscapes, Misel had long forgotten his hometown where his parents had passed away.

At the beginning, Michelle was thinking about killing all the family members when he grew up, especially the uncle who contacted the pirates and took him away on purpose. However, considering that he made him meet Lanlan, Michelle would not torture him for too long. He specially developed a neurotoxin for this bastard.

Misel's memory has always been good, including those pirates, the servants who ignored and laughed at him after his parents disappeared, and his uncle who pretended to be affectionate and watched, allowing him to be taken away and ignored... Misel kept remembering over and over again, but one day, he got up, tidied his quilt, looked at the sunny sky outside the window through the cabin door, and listened to the faint voices of Lanlan, Xide'er and Farah outside through the cabin door.

Misael suddenly didn't bother to think about those people anymore.

He sat on the bed in a daze for a while, rolled around twice, and heard Farah's footsteps approaching outside. Messiah blinked his big round golden eyes and pouted.

Those bastards got it easy. When he grows up, we'll go back and kill them all.

then,

Continue interstellar travel with everyone.

Misel jumped out of bed and rushed out before Farah knocked on the door. She hugged Feng Lan's thighs, wagging her long furry tail in a good mood. "Lan Lan, what do you want to eat this morning?"

Feng Lan casually touched Miselle's hair, which was a little prickly. The kid was a little jealous of Farah's ability to manipulate her hair. He had been fiddling with his body recently, and his hair didn't feel as soft and smooth as before. Feng Lan pushed the child away in disdain, "Red bean and barley porridge, cabbage and pork patties, braised beef, and small glutinous rice balls."

Farah was beating the rice cakes obediently beside them. Feng Lan said that she had to control the strength so that the rice cakes would not be smashed into pieces, but still be soft and sticky enough, and the strength had to be even each time.

Farah took the strength training that Feng Lan had casually suggested very seriously. Her little hands, which were gradually growing fatter, were hitting the rice cake in the basin with a pouty sound.

Misel watched, and soon, there was another basin next to Farah. After washing, he also started to compete with a basin of rice cakes.

Feng Lan is now able to control various skills at will, switching between wind, fire and water freely, and his control of power is gradually becoming handy. A meal is quickly ready.

Xide'er also came back from outside on time. Because there were children around, he didn't say anything, but nodded to Feng Lan, indicating that the matter had been done.

Misel and Farado were both smart kids. The two kids' big eyes rolled around Xider. After cleaning Xider, there was still a residual smell of blood, the smell of protein from the high temperature burning of particle weapons, some wrinkled clothes, and the complex smell unique to human beings. They judged that Xider had left the spaceship and went to a nearby city.

"Humph!"

"what!"

Farah and Misel chuckled and smashed the rice cakes, and looked at each other with cunning eyes, pretending not to see anything in tacit understanding.

Oh, if the adults don’t want them to know, then let them not know. Really.

The mature child Misel sighed in his heart, but his hands became more and more skillful, and the rice cake soon softened in his hands.

Farah, who was also experienced and precocious, had her own thoughts in her mind. She was worried that those who were searching for her might come and destroy the peaceful life of Missel and his family. However, on the surface, her hands did not move in a disordered manner, and she kept beating the rice cakes steadily at a very fast and even speed.