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Chapter 21: Crisis (Part 1)

When I came to his grid, Asa always lived with the basic concept of “shared care”. He spoke, he did it while eating, the really impressive part was how we shared it in drinking water. Faisher always wiped out saliva drops, seeing Asa’s amazing view of drinking water or pouring water. He did not get it. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Since Asa had worked for many years as soon as Asa opened her mouth, Laidon leaned against the other side of the room. Seated in the corner, Layton fought enthusiastically for the chicken drum plate, but later he was convinced that he was tilting the edge without forgetting about the care of the environment.

Boris picked up a dice that fell on his head. When he began to take revenge and stand, Feish’s cry reached his ears. “Layton, what are you doing?”

Layton stopped with her move. “Do you want to eat drums?”

Feisha ran and released the board. “The chicken drum has a lot of bones, but it’s easy to cut, why do you eat garnish? The chicken is good, there are 1 ton of bone-free meat.

Layton was constantly watching the plates in Feish’s hands. “But I like drum more”

Before he finished the decision, Feisha pulled all the food into the bucket in front of him.

………

He really liked chicken drums.

Borja decided to take it, while taking a chicken drum, just because Antonio made a good meal. Only with color and odor … Borja was hooked and prepared when he felt the soap dishes that rolled up.

The fragrant flavor and soup, from which the apple tree chips, sky and other ingredients spilled under the hair and shoulders and clothing. It was clear that his current form would be much more enjoyable than his hand drums unless he saw Bourgeois.

Feisha called again: “What are you doing?” His tone this time was sharp and possible on his way. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Asa saw him silly, not knowing his explosion. “The soup was pretty sweet, and it might go away.”

Why did you miss it? Do not you know that boxes are being filtered out? Feisha, Asa’s skin seems alive, he was happily beaten by blooming.

“I did not know,” said Asa in fact.

Men’s drum plates are trembling and anger flames that boil the soup over their heads. Feisha can feel a fever for 5 or 6 meters, and soon he noticed “Gin, Drink, Drink – I’ll Take More Here.” He hesitated for Hughes.

Mr Hughes said: “If you do not, I think it’s better, your face is already red,” said Hughes.

His face was red? Borja decided to wait a bit with the sound of bowling glasses. He arrived here, and the plan is still on the way. What? I’m wrong that I have to give up something so far, but these rates will be refunded – Layton, Asa, he remembers their names!

Outside

Feisha called again Hughes.

It was Pierce Hughes’s hands.

Layton knocked on the gesture with a frozen fuse. He was honestly jealous of the fuse, since healing bones were not satisfactory than cake exhausting. Finally, Gin suffered from hardships, hated Hughesson behind him, grabbed his arms and shook the large bowl marked on the grid.

The cake shook the frame in the elegant arc.

Borja took a thick sticky cream on his head and decided that this was his limitation. Everything is better than hiding like a fool like this. Worst of all is the fight against Gin. Just as he stood, a large wooden lid fell on the grid and head, so I returned.

“Oh, Borja bends overhead with his hand.

Feisha held the coat on both hands and fled the grid. “You are forbidden to throw things – everyone who wants to throw something, I will have to answer!

Why do not you do that? Borja scratches his head violently. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Jin gave Feish a double thumb for his excellent performance. Despite their vulnerability and ignorance of the nine worlds, it is not surprising that God was very powerful to support the people of Noah’s ark. He did not understand it before, but now he did it:

Because people have this nerve – the courageous son of a Buddhist dog.

Layton shook her head again.

Feisha exhaustively supported his back.

Only the fuse is rooted.

Only Asa stood in front of the oven. This is a stereotype of enthusiasm and completely removed from the situation.

The group had a meal for a long time. As for his round berry, Layton whispered gently. “Is that enough?” This little boy can no longer wait.

Feisha sent a fast herd strike Gin.

Gin gradually placed his knife and fork and knocked her throat several times. “Oh, ah!” He yelled loudly. “Why are you two fuses?”

The fingers pull their eyes. A person suffering from legs crossing the crop from the grid ran.

“Ha, Feisha, why have three heads? No, four? No, you are not Feisha, are you Asa?” Jin approached the bucket in the middle of her monologue.

Feisha and Layton stood behind him. Asa saw them and returned to her bustle.

It suddenly leaned to the grid and remained a drunk bubble. “Why do you see this grill because it is such an eye …”

“What are you doing?”, It’s a scourge.

Borja also wanted this correct question, because his grid suddenly fell.

Excuse me! He hoped to climb down and strike hard, but he just barely met his head again. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

That was an obstacle! It really went so much to put in the bar in the box, it would not succeed. He desperately descended from it. “Jin, you’ve become slaves, let me go!”

Next to Feisha was Layton and Gin, who helped both move the network. “No, no … No, what are you trying to do? Why do you like it?

Ritter Borja’s worrying idea was thrown into a rifle. This idea turned all body-shaped rebellious and grabbed itself on the wall. “Leave me, you’re a devil!

The system is clicked on the window. Feisha gently pick up three fingers: “one, two, three!

Cricket kicked.

Feisha was able to relieve the full view of the floating grid.

Hugs suddenly turned to Jin. “Do you remove the bar?”

…… …

“Shit!” In a country where the sliding fence had not been damaged after a break, Borja could not escape from the grid and thus eroded the gap. Feishai and Layton’s face was a dark expression.

Gin asked for a window. “I will decide to give him away!”

The solid atmosphere continued for another 3 seconds.

Feisha is sexually transmitted. “In addition to the bad conclusion, I say that this plan has been worked out very well.

After coping with many difficulties, Gin could finally recover the chelate. In this process, he was cursed at least 1000 times to throw him away. All species must be learned. Also, why is this bracket black? He tried to spend too much time trying to find something to worry about. It seems like trying to catch the corner.

Feisha noticed a suspicious lack of noise from the grid. “Is he okay?”

“They also feared and left.

Faiser’s conscience was temporarily placed on the bench. “Yes, it’s probably finished.” He was still there before a huge hole behind his head, right? This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Hughes was completely different from others. “I think it would be better to leave her still, he’s still a kid.”

“We try to prevent older children from going home.

“So what do you call them?” Asked Layton

Feish’s reaction was profound and serious. “Old Bastard”.

Asa approached the group. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” explained the innocent Feisha. “I just dropped a bucket.”

The face was one of the uncertainties.

We lifted Layton’s hand and encouraged Faish: “I was eating something fast and all my food was cold.” So, before dinner, everything was ignored.

Feisha suddenly felt something after eating around the table. “Where do sinners go? I stepped on a cornflake. Now I’m a cereal killer.

“Maybe he woke up and went home from himself?” Murmured Layton.

“Do you seriously think that he will become without such a word?” He saw Jin. “Did you see the grill?

Gin is just a warship.

“Oh, are you talking about this bucket?” Asa pipis

Everyone is angry.

“Because you did not ask me to give up the seller, I will give it up.”

It was a break.

“I hate cards, I do not like birthdays, I hate this stupid plan.” It was gentle, calmly when he came out of the other window at night.

Feisha saw the ceiling. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

The grid was again released to Noah, but this time it opened, unanimously decided to rule out Bourgeois. If they are not all involved in the plan, nobody will think that this evil devil drove in front of her chest hidden in her chest.

“Unless the father’s devil, the king’s king was not an ordinary child, Lei settled down and said that.

Feisha knocked at her jaw. “So now we have to think about ways to prevent him from killing our father.”

He came across the whole look of the room.

………

Forced smile: “Yes, I understand, I will do my best.”

“Then you will improve,” the dear said behind him. Feisha was shouting around and was corrected when the whole color escaped from his face.

“You do not mean …”

“Abadon will come” said.

The silence was shaken when everyone talked about these messages. Apparently Feisha’s digestive system was not very good, so he jumped up: “Can not you make this reservation?”

Okay, He saw him emotionally.

After a complicated race, Faisha crushed his face. “When?”

“Preparation takes 3 hours.”

Attention to translators

“We do not call home those who go home from old children … […]” Queen. ” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Well, here is a pop that has not been successfully translated. What Feisha really says is king of the wagon. It’s used as an insult in the unaltered form of the way we use “bastard”. Unlike Bastard, it also has the magic of magic. In fact, China’s soft bark is a turtle. Torture lives while we know when Fuck knows. (In addition to the annotation of this word, I seem to find many variations of this jury’s names in China, so I saw it and recognized this useful leader https://blogs.transparent.com/ Chinese / Thai-Chinese-language / I explained eggs and turtles.[/hide]

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Chapter 21: Crisis (Part 1)

Make way for the big shots

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When it came to his spit, Asa had always lived by the fundamental moral of ‘sharing is caring’. He shared while speaking, he shared while eating and the really impressive part is how he even shared it while drinking water. Feisha absently wiped away drops of saliva on his face as he watched the extraordinary sight of Asa simultaneously drink and leak water. He didn’t get it.

As expected of someone who has worked with Asa for many years, as soon as Asa opened his mouth Layton bolted to the other side of the room. Sitting in his corner, Layton was enthusiastically wolfing down a plate of chicken drumsticks but didn’t forget to care for the environment afterwards and made sure to throw away the rubbish.

Borja disgustedly picked up the bone that fell on his head. Just as he was going to stand up in outrage, Feisha’s shriek reached his ears: “Layton! What are you doing?!”

Layton paused in his movements. “Eating drumsticks?”

Feisha rushed over and took the plate away. “Chicken drumsticks have too many bones, it’s easy to choke on it. Why don’t you eat nuggets instead? Chicken nuggets are good, there’s a ton of meat with no bones.”

Layton looked forlornly at the plate in Feisha’s hands. “But I like drumsticks more-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Feisha tipped the entire plate into the rubbish bin right before his eyes.

………

He actually really really liked chicken drumsticks though.

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Borja decided to tolerate it as he took over the plate of chicken drumsticks, if only because Antonio was an excellent cook. Just the colour and smell alone…Borja gulped and prepared to take a bite when he felt a big bowl of hot soup rain down upon him.

Soup that exuded an enticing aroma and pieces of prawn, squid and other ingredients flowed down his hair and shoulders, staining his clothes. Without even looking Borja was absolutely sure that his current appearance was undoubtedly more appetizing than the drumstick in his hands.

Feisha was again roaring outside: “Asa! What are you doing?!” His tone this time was significantly sharper, voice cracking in the middle.

Asa just looked at him stupidly, not understanding his outburst. “The soup was kind of sour, it’s probably off.”

“Then let it go off! Why did you just pour it? Don’t you know that the box leaks?” Feisha sounded like he was about to skin Asa alive, but on the inside he was happily frolicking through a flower field.

“I didn’t know,” Asa said matter-of-factly.

The hand gripping the plate of chicken drumsticks was shaking, flame of fury boiling the soup on his head. Feisha could feel the heat from five or six metres away, hurriedly urging: “Gin! Drink, drink – here, drink more.” He desperately winked at Hughes.

“I think it’d be better if you didn’t, your face is red already,” Hughes said, exasperated.

His face was red? Borja decided to wait a bit more at the sound of clinking glasses outside. He had come all this way and the plan was still on track; it’d be a waste to throw all that away now. But these grudges will be repaid – Layton, Asa; he’ll remember these names!

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Outside.

Feisha was winking at Hughes again.

There was a cake in Hughes’ hand.

Layton made a tipping gesture at the frozen Hughes. He was honestly a little jealous of Hughes, because throwing chicken bones was way less satisfying than throwing cake. Eventually Gin had enough and hugged Hughes from behind, grabbing hold of a wrist and swung it in the direction of the big crate labelled ‘trash bin’.

The cake flew into the crate in an elegant arc.

Borja patted at the thick layer of sticky sweet cream on his head and decided that this was his limit. Anything would be better than hiding out like a wimp like this; the worst that could happen would be a fight with Gin. Just as he stood up, however, a big wooden lid came down over the crate and his head, forcing him back.

“Oof!” Borja crouched down with his hands on his head.

Feisha held the lid down with both of his hands, hollering outside the crate: “You all are now forbidden from throwing things inside. Anyone who dares to throw anything will have me to answer to!”

Why didn’t you do this earlier? Borja thought bitterly, rubbing his head.

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Gin gave Feisha double thumbs up for his excellent acting. No wonder God was so adamant to keep humans’ continued participation in Noah’s Ark despite their fragility and ignorance of the nine worlds. He never understood before, but now he did:

Because humans have this shameless, sly son of a bitch called Feisha Shi.

Layton nodded his head in awe as well.

Feisha shamelessly accepted the backhanded admiration.

Hughes just sighed.

Only Asa stood before the stove, earnestly grilling steak and completely removed from the situation at hand.

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The group ate and partied for quite a while. Patting at his round belly, Layton whispered softly: “This is about enough, right?” That little demon might not be able to wait for any longer.

Feisha sent a furious barrage of winks at Gin.

Gin gracefully placed down his knife and fork, clearing his throat a few times. “Oh god,” he called out loudly. “Why are there two of you, Hughes?”

Hughes rolled his eyes. The figure suffering from leg cramps from crouching inside the crate perked up.

“Ah, Feisha, why do you have three heads? No, four? No, you’re not Feisha, you’re…you’re Asa?” Gin approached the trash bin in the midst of his monologue.

Feisha and Layton creeped behind him. Asa glanced at them and went back to his steak.

Gin suddenly pounced at the crate, letting out a drunken burp. “Why is this crate such an eyesore? Because it’s such an eyesore…”

“What are you doing?!” cried Feisha.

Borja also wanted to ask that exact question, because his crate was airborne all of a sudden.

Goddamnit! He kicked down hard, hoping to propel himself out but was met with nothing other than another bump on his head.

It was a barrier! Gin actually went so far as to put a barrier on a box, the fucking pervert. He punched at it desperately. “Gin, you fucking bastard, let me out!”

Beside Feisha were Layton and Gin, both helping him push the crate. “No, no…Gin, what are you trying to do? Why are you like this? It’s not good to litter!” Feisha called.

Litter? A scary thought occurred to Borja – being thrown into the rift. This thought immediately made all the hair on his body stand up as he threw himself at the walls. “Let me out, you bastards! Let me out right now!”

The crate was pushed to the window. Feisha raised three fingers silently, “One, two, three!”

The crate smoothly slid outside.

Calmly watching the crate float away, Feisha waved it goodbye.

Hughes suddenly turned to Gin. “Did you remove the barrier before throwing?”

………

“Shit!” Gin yelled after a pause. With the barrier still intact, Borja wouldn’t be able to escape the crate and would therefore get ripped to pieces inside the rift. A sombre expression came over Feisha and Layton’s faces.

Gin vaulted out of the window. “I’ll go drag him back!”

The stiff atmosphere remained for three more seconds.

Feisha chuckled dryly. “Other than the terrible conclusion, I’d say that this plan went pretty well.

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After going through many hardships, Gin finally managed to drag the crate back. During the process, he cursed himself at least a thousand times for throwing it out – littering was bad indeed. All species need to take notes. Also, why was this crate black? He spent too much time trying to find the damn thing; it was like trying to catch an eel.

Feisha noticed the suspicious lack of noise coming from the crate. “Is he alright?”

“He either got knocked out or passed out from fear. Does that count as being alright?”

Feisha’s conscience was temporarily put onto the bench. “Yeah, it probably does.” He was still up and about after getting a gigantic hole in the back of his head, wasn’t he?

Hughes had decency, unlike the rest of them. “I still think it’d be better if we let him out. He’s still a child, after all.”

“We don’t call people of his age children back at home.”

“Then what do you call them?” asked Layton.

Feisha’s reply was deep and serious. “An old bastard.”

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Asa approached the group. “What were you guys doing?”

“Nothing much,” Feisha innocently explained. “We were just throwing away rubbish.”

Asa’s face was one of confusion.

Pulling at Layton’s arm, Feisha urged: “Quick, eat something. The food’s all getting cold.” At this, everyone started digging into the dinner that had been neglected before.

After eating around the table, Feisha suddenly realised something. “Huh? Where’d the crate go?”

“Maybe he woke up and went home by himself?” muttered Layton.

“Do you honestly think that he’d just slink off without a word like that?” He looked at Gin. “Have you seen the crate?”

Gin just shrugged.

“Oh, are you talking about that rubbish bin?” Asa piped up.

Furious nodding from everyone.

“Didn’t you say to throw away the rubbish? So I threw it away.”

There was a pause.

“I hate crates, I hate birthday parties and most of all I hate this stupid-ass fucking plan,” Gin cursed bitterly as he climbed out of the window for the second time that night.

Feisha stared at the ceiling.

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The crate was once again fished back into Noah’s Ark, and this time the unanimous decision was to open it and pull Borja out. If they hadn’t all participated in the plan, none of them would ever had thought that this cream-covered brat drenched in soup before them was a tyrannical little demon king in Hell.

“You know, if it wasn’t the fact that his father’s a demon king Borja’s really just a normal kid,” Layton said quietly.

Feisha stroked his chin. “So now we need to think about how we’re going to prevent him from snitching on us to his Dad.”

All of the gazes in the room collectively fell on him.

………

A forced smile. “Erm, I understand. I’ll try my best.”

“Then you’d better hurry up,” Dea said from behind him. Feisha startled, then stilled as all the colour drained out of his face.

“You don’t mean…”

“Abaddon is coming,” Dea confirmed.

The silence dragged on as everyone digested this news. Feisha’s digestive system evidently wasn’t very good, so he jumped up and pleaded, “Can we not take this booking?”

Dea looked at him emotionlessly.

After an intense staring competition, Feisha wiped at his face. “When?”

“You have three hours to prepare.”

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Translator’s note

“We don’t call people of his age children back at home.” […] “An old bastard.”

Okay, this is a pun that wasn’t translated very well. What Feisha actually says is 王八 wáng bā, which is used as an insult not dissimilar to how we use ‘bastard’. Unlike ‘bastard’, however, it also has a literal meaning of tortoise. Chinese soft shell tortoise, in fact. Tortoises live until fuck knows when – can you see where I’m going with this? (Addis note on this term, apparently there are many variations of this swear word in China, so as a plain jane who can’t read Chinese, I looked it up and found this handy dandy guide https://blogs.transparent.com/chinese/swear-words-in-chinese/ where it explains about eggs and turtles and such. Helped me make more sense of it at least. XD)[/hide]