Chapter 262 Seleja and Meteora
In a relatively lively coffee shop, three figures are looking at each other as they enter the restaurant one by one. These three figures are two women and one man. The man is very ordinary, a typical Japanese youth, but the two girls But completely different.
The first one is a cute girl with short white hair. She is an NPC in "Avaken of Remembrance". The magic book she holds in her hand has the ability to trace the origin of the world.
The other one is completely different. This is a tall and sexy girl with red hair and blue eyes. Her attire is very capable and simple, giving people a feeling of heroism. The heroine of the mid-fantasy robot animation work "Spiritual Symphony Vogel Knight". Kind and generous personality, strong sense of justice.
The existence of these three people directly attracted the attention of many people in the coffee shop, but obviously, most people regarded them as two-dimensional girls who like cosplay. Such people are not uncommon in Japan, so most people also No big reaction.
"Really, when will my Creator come? We've all been waiting here for a long time." Seleja sighed, she couldn't wait to see her Creator
up.
Seeing the anxious Selesia here, Satai hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Selesia, she is also very busy..."
"Busy? Are you busy making things difficult for my future?" Seleja said slightly angrily. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. She was actually a character in someone else's cartoon, and she was created by someone else? She really wanted to see the world What is the difference between the gods.
Just when Selesia was quite angry, at this moment, Satai suddenly said to her a little excitedly, "Look, Selesia, your creator is here."
Sa Tai kept going to the door, at this moment, two figures were walking side by side at the door, one of these two figures was an ordinary middle-aged uncle who looked a little bald, and the other was a handsome young man with a good temperament , for a moment, Seleja put her eyes on Lin Xuan, and she silently breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
"Is this my creator? It looks pretty good, and it really is not an ordinary person. It is indeed my creator."
Listening to Seleja's words, Meteora on one side directly put her finger on Matsubara Takashi on the other side, and then she whispered next to Selesia
"Séleja, you must have misunderstood. That young man is not your creator, the god who created you... It's that middle-aged man."
Seleja………………
Seeing Matsubara Takashi who looked so unpleasant in front of her, Seleja suddenly felt that something in her heart was broken. This person is really incomparable. Originally, if Matsubara Takashi came alone, it might feel too ordinary , but this comparison,,, really gives people a distinct disappointment.
"It really looks like a defenseless idiot." Seleja sighed helplessly, she was obviously disappointed at the moment.
And Meteora on the other side didn't forget to make up for it." "Indeed, I don't deny that I look like an idiot.
Thanks to Matsubara Takashi who didn't hear what the two said, otherwise, he would have exploded in anger by now.
Seleja sighed, and then she slowly walked towards Lin Xuan and Matsubara Takashi.
"Hello, Mr. Takashi Matsubara."
Hearing this voice, Matsubara Takashi quickly looked at the other party, his eyes were full of surprise expressions!
"Hello, oh my god, your outfit, I thought it was P's at first, I didn't expect it to be so real, but your clothes,..."
Matsubara Takashi's words made Sai Lei (Qian Nuo's) Jia in front of her feel bad, especially Matsubara Takashi's fiery gaze made her feel like she met an old hooligan
"Ahem, Takashi Matsubara, stop standing here, go in and find a seat to sit down and talk."
"Um."
Listening to Lin Xuan's words, all the people in front of him reacted, Seleja gave Lin Xuan a thankful look, compared to letting this old hooligan look at her here, it really is "this young man's proposal is even better.
At this moment, Seleja felt even more uncomfortable, why wasn't her creator this young and considerate young man. .
