Zell spent two days. Although he was not late to wake up the next day, he definitely did not have enough sleep.

He tried to treat himself with the potion of life. His eyes seemed to have improved, but his sleepiness did not decrease at all.

This shows that treatment cannot make people feel refreshed without overdose treatment. (/doge)

After coming over to open the store, he yawned and went straight to the lounge. He shook his hand and handed over the cafe to Roy to manage, which made her speechless.

Although there is no requirement that the employee lounge can only be used for himself, even if the two of them have indirectly slept in the same bed, would he not consider the girl’s feelings?

But after thinking about it, it seems nothing. Now, compared to when I opened a pet store before, the two of them have obviously become closer, and they can joke around, or even beat and scold them.

Just borrowing a bed, she felt that there was no need to deliberately take it out, making her look stingy.

Zell made a pretty stable feeling in the store. The environment on the second floor was generally quiet. There were not many foolish girls saying clips to Poluo, such as "Wow, you are so cute" and "Come on, let mom hug", so they didn't make much noise.

This is because those who come to Rupoluo are basically concentrated on the first floor. When the environment is noisy, those who come to drink or work will naturally be transferred to the second floor. Zell is very glad that when the decoration was first considered for customers who needed a quiet environment, he set up the lounge on the second floor.

He went downstairs to the bar and asked Roy for a glass of water, but the latter glared at him and said he would do it himself. Zell had no choice but to solve his physiological needs on his own, and then he fucked Hui Poluo, then sat on the sofa and read the newspaper this morning.

Yesterday's incident was reported, but the newspaper did not obtain a police notice, so the newspaper only published photos of the fire scene and the news of the return of the law enforcement officer's injury. The content was not nutritious.

What should I do?

Between reading and writing novels, Zell chose the former without hesitation. He always felt that his eyes were not completely better yet, so he should wait to write novels~

Opening the Poluo Book, Zell saw Bronn come to a new place with his big beard after experiencing a small village where he was experiencing a blizzard.

He stood on the hillside with his hands on his hips and looked out. On the endless snow fields, groups of Enuks flipped through the snow blanket under the spring sky to find the newly sprouted grass.

There are herds of cattle and grass. There is also a huge ice sculpture under the glacier in the distance. Avarosa, who holds a bow, stepped on the huge rock with one foot, holding an ice crystal in her hand, symbolizing ideals and peace.

This should be the southwest of Freljode, the location of the Avarosa tribe. Only in the south can the whole Freljode have the conditions to grow grass, covered with snow all year round to the north, and people there make a living by looting and hunting, and rarely keep livestock.

It seems that Bron really did what he said and took Little Polo to Avarosa to find someone... But Zell was not surprised, because he saw from Bron's route on the first day that he was going to Avarosa, so he didn't have to take a long way for Polo.

Anyway, Poluo is not much heavy, so he took it with him.

Bron found a shirtless old shepherd behind a rock. His white hair was still strong. He was surrounded by a group of Poluo. There were two rocks behind him, one big and one small, looking at the continuous snow peaks in the distance, which made people feel very connotative.

"Old man, I'm in a good mood."

"Yes, it's a rare sunny day." The old man looked back and saw that Bronn was also carrying Poluo, and greeted him with a smile.

On the grass where the snow had not completely melted, the Poluo people ran and chased happily, and the bright sunlight coated the fluff with a layer of golden glow.

Poluo is big and small, the big ones are like football, and the small ones are almost like an orange. When they heard the sound, they all groaned around, greeted with a smile, and held a pink tongue beside their mouths, and some of them fell over and exposed their belly to rub Blon.

"These little guys are really not afraid of being alive."

Bron squatted down and stretched out his fingertips to touch his crunching nest at a medium-sized Poluo, making it roll around the ground. Then he picked it up, avoiding his tongue licking it while stroking its hair, and his movements were extremely skillful.

"It can be seen that they like you very much." The old man looked at Bronn and glanced at his shield a few more times: "I see you are a little bit ill. Is there anything wrong with coming here?"

"Oh, that's it. Bronn wants to ask if anyone knows this Poluo? When Bronn picked it up, there was a Poluo delicacy next to it, but the owner didn't know where it was." He respectfully took down the little Poluo on his shoulder and handed it over.

Poluo herders are people who specialize in raising Poluo. They are familiar with Poluo's habits and have developed rich experience. There are also such people in Bron's hometown, and no one knows Poluo better than them.

"Well..." The old shepherd took Poluo and spread it in his palm and looked at it. He seemed to have some presbyopia. He stretched his hands away, pinched the bones with his calloused hands, pulled his tongue, rubbed the small corners, and turned it over to check his belly and beard.

Mustache:(σ?`д?′)口!

The little Poluo, who was being controlled, was a little resistant because he saw that Poluo was surrounded and couldn't wait to go down and play. In this case, even if he was comforted with food, he wouldn't work. He was so excited.

This set of full-body examination made Zell confused. Many times he used his experience of raising cats and dogs to hang Poluo. Now, seeing this old man's technique is like a shoveler meeting a veterinarian, he couldn't help but feel respectful.

The way Bron and Poluo get along with each other is based on the wild ways they have been able to find themselves, so they dare not interrupt when they meet professionals.

Imagine a bald strong man squatting on the ground, his bulging calf muscles make him squat without being standard, with his center of gravity leaning forward and his heels not touching the ground. While tiptoing, he tried to maintain his body balance, he watched the baby Little Poluo being held in his hand and didn't dare to say a word. The scene was inexplicably loving.

"If you look at the horn, this should be Poluo, who was born a few days ago. The delicate hair, the sensitive tongue, and the lack of hardening of the nails all mean that it is very young, but the beard is too mature... If I have seen it, I will definitely not forget it." The old man touched his beard and shook his head, and handed Poluo back to Bron: "Sorry, I don't know this Poluo either. Its owner should not be nearby. You can go find it elsewhere."

"Is that true, please give me a headache."

Bron scratched his head, wondering he was embarrassed.

He didn't mean to Poluo's beard, but this thing will grow sooner or later. He just let it grow out in advance. Maybe this is the price of being able to communicate with Poluo, which is quite interesting.

He thought about it, put Poluo among the Poluo group and let them know each other, and then asked, "Does anyone know this little guy?"

Poluo screamed a few times, and after hearing this, Bron frowned: "Have you never seen it? Oh, Bron understands."

The old shepherd was a little surprised and gently tapped Bron's arm with one end of the crutch: "Can you understand Poluo's words?"
Chapter completed!