crazy cat angel

Heller is blind. With the current level of medical care in the empire, unless someone is willing to donate a pair of fresh and complete eyeballs, hard-working top students should study Braille diligently. Lose the name of an outstanding student.

After all, the commander of a starship doesn't need a blind man.

The premature death of a genius is so embarrassing, but it has nothing to do with Seraphim's interstellar coins.

He is still the same crazy cat who is happy, mischievous and loves mischief.

And now the crazy cat is playing with his new partner, which is the most common green tree beside the road.

He stretched his arms towards the top of his head, and opened his well-knuckle hands vigorously, then closed his eyes, feeling the track of the breeze blowing over his branches.

A seraph is a mad cat, but a seraph could also be a tree, or a bench in a park.

However, making a tree is too boring... Seraphim thought to himself, he should do something to make the damn quiet disappear from his ears, he always couldn't bear this kind of quiet atmosphere that could be described as beautiful.

So he went in circles.

A tree that spins in circles, obviously that's a lot more fun.Seraphim enjoyed the wind that gradually became lively, and danced in his world to his heart's content.

The pipe organ played a solemn and holy repertoire, the crow brought an olive branch, the witch's pure white wedding dress bloomed with obscene flowers, the queen threw her child into the iron pot...

When he came to a stop on the last lap, he bowed to his new friend with the grace of a prince exiting a dinner dance, a compliment that even the most discerning etiquette teacher would have given him.

The sunlight casts from the gaps in the leaves, casting fine mottled shadows on the ground, and also illuminates the Seraphim like a monster made up of light and darkness.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He suddenly laughed, laughing loudly, but those silver-gray eyes were always warm.

At the same time, General Osmond, who was conscientiously directing the battle to support his family, received a notice, which was a warning from the Emperor Dempsey School.

It described in detail all the behaviors of the Seraphim that did not conform to the norms of good students since he went to school, and even the style of the skirt on the sculpture was recorded. Finally, he hoped that Osmond, as the guardian, would take a look at him. Criticize education.

The shock caused by the successive explosions of the hull on the star track not far away made the starry sky very unstable. In the command room, Osmond carefully read the words on the notification one by one, and then accidentally The location is deleted.

The Star of the Empire is always very busy. He has to deal with the restless federal terrorists and the Zerg who hide in a corner and breed secretly, so it is understandable that he sometimes misses some information.

But he still pulled out the brand new parent-child communicator that the poor mechanical nanny prepared for them before the murder.

Waiting for the communicator to be connected is a very long process, especially when the contact is still a crazy cat, which requires enough patience.

The battle was still going on, and Osmond didn't hear the sound from the other end until the starships of those dangerous elements were wiped out.

"Osmond, I don't think you meant to disturb my sweet dreams." Lazy and impatient.

Osmond really didn't want to disturb his sweet dreams, after all, even the latest bird had eaten its breakfast at this time, but he still expressed his apology, "I'm sorry, I will communicate with you in the future Pay more attention to time."

"Ha, you got it! Actually, I just finished a dance with my friends, and I just discovered that staring at the flashing communicator is also a very good pastime."

It was a bad and somewhat smug tone, and Osmond seemed to be able to imagine that scene, someone held the pendant on the communicator, and watched the little thing flashing green with interest, but it was Don't let it perform its function.

He remained silent for a few seconds, "Kitty, I will pick you up in five days, I hope the time and place of the meeting can be determined in advance."

"Oh, go back? I don't want to go back, it's very interesting~"

Well, this is not surprising. Osmond already knew how colorful the Seraphim’s school life was, but this did not affect him and he began to feel that the aftermath of the explosion in his ears was very noisy and strange. Never before in my military career.

Because usually the explosion was his favorite soundtrack to a battle, and Osmond and Seraphim could agree on that.

But it was the buzzing sound that brought the turning point.

Seraphim jumped up excitedly. He had been sitting on Dashu's friend's feet just now. Obviously, now he found something of interest.

"Osmond Osmond, are you on the starship?"

"...Yes, Seraphim."

Osmond thought of the aircraft that was blown up, which made him hesitate to answer, although he was undoubtedly safe now, and no one would rush to the operation room to snap his teeth and claws.

"Can you hear my request?"

There was great anticipation in that soft voice, no one could refuse a well-behaved poor boy, and so did Osmond.

"Of course." Osmond replied naturally.

"Then please blow up the Emperor Dempsey Library, just use this starship~"

It really, really fits his style.

"Unfortunately, this is very difficult to operate." Osmond replied rationally.

It will take at least half a month for him to prepare in advance, so that he can retreat without leaving any traces, he thought seriously, and the communicator over there had been cut off.

An answer that looked like a refusal didn't make the Seraphim unhappy. On the contrary, he was more excited now, making a bomb with his own hands and watching it explode, which fits the Seraphim's definition of cool.

So, the Seraphim found another game after Helle, and quickly got involved in it, and it lasted for several days.

It left little friends feeling the cold shoulder, and it was sad that their sweetheart would rather concentrate on a mess of tiny parts than glance at them from the corner of his gorgeous eyes.

The one who has the most to say is Darren. He thought he was the next boyfriend appointed by the Seraph, but now the Seraph seems to have lost interest in love games. Small parts expressed dissatisfaction.

"Look at me, Seraphim." Darren No. 13 passed in front of the Seraphim inadvertently. He rarely put on a full school uniform, clean and neat, and was painted with a layer of artistic camouflage, "You See how I am different today?"

He could accept that he was not as good as those little toys, but he couldn't accept that he was not as good as Heller's nerd. However, on second thought, if Seraphim liked this style, he wouldn't mind making some changes.

"You've become flirtatious." Norris, who was leaning on the sofa, rolled his eyes and commented mercilessly, "Now it's like a male peacock dancing on high heels."

"Norris, it won't do you any harm to shut up when the time is right!"

Darren began to unbutton the cuffs, while secretly cursing why the school uniform should be made into such a look that is not suitable for fighting.

Of course, whoever designed the uniform didn't include suitability for a fight on his list of factors to consider in the first place.

Norris also took off his coat without flinching, "I'm just stating the facts, maybe you still want to hold the book in your hand pretentiously, of course I won't stop it."

The two stood face to face in front of the Seraphim table full of materials, like two boxers standing in the ring, their eyes full of sex seemed to be materialized into a whistling electric current, through this confrontation, The channels in their minds were tuned in unison.

Has this person looked so ugly, hateful, and annoying before?

It was a long confrontation. All the fists and violence were conveyed through the eyes in silence, implementing the principle of peace and friendship. There is nothing wrong with this, but the eyes are a little sore.

Finally, both of them collapsed like fighting cocks, and they looked at someone's seriously lowered head together, "Seraphim, don't you want to say something?"

Of course, what is being said here does not refer to persuasion. They all know that the interest of the seraphim is to add fuel to the fire.

Seraphim showed that he was very busy with his actions, and the pile of scattered small things found their place in an orderly manner in his hands. Slowly, a dangerous item took shape.

God! The T-9X explosive chip, if completed, this small piece is enough to blow up three apartments!

Darren and Norris realized that Seraphim was not making some kind of model, let alone playing with a harmless and harmonious toy like a puzzle. If possible, they wanted Seraphim to put down the things in his hand and take him outside Take a walk and look at the scenery.

Sometimes you should live a peaceful and kind life. This is the truth you need to know to be a successful person. Even if you may not be successful, you should at least be alive.

But they didn't do that, not only that, they also earnestly asked the seraphim if they needed their help.

Look, this is what pig friends and dog friends are for. Instead of reining in a precipice, adding fuel to the flames is their consistent choice.

So a three-person blasting team was formed, although it did not comply with the laws of the empire.