(The result is the same as last time...)

Through the cracks in the curtains, a ray of morning light shone into Ye Zi's bedroom. On the bed in the center of the room, Zhao Yingkong opened her eyes and stared at the light spots scattered on the floor: between those bright eyes.

In it, there is half a look of helplessness, half a girl's shame, maybe an illusion, and... a hint of happiness?

After being in a daze for a while, Zhao Yingkong lowered his head slightly and looked at the girl in his arms - after the failed assassination last night, an unscrupulous person once again used her as a fragrant and soft pillow, hugging her.

I fell asleep for most of the night.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but someone's sleeping posture was unusually "unbridled", almost like an octopus, with his arms and legs tightly wrapped around her body; and someone's head,

Looking at the sparkling corners of Ye Zi's mouth, Zhao Yingkong tilted his head and thought with some confusion...

If Ye Zi could hear Zhao Yingkong's heartfelt voice, she would probably protest at this moment: "Don't use yourself as a measuring stick!" However, Ye Zi seemed to be sleeping soundly at this time and did not react at all.

(If this is the case, then...!)

The girl in her arms exhaled like a orchid, and the warm breaths made Zhao Yingkong feel a little itchy both in her body and in her heart. It made her a little upset, and her eyes swept around unconsciously. Finally, instinctively

The ground rested on Ye Zi's snow-white... nape.

That's right, the sparring between the two was limited to ten days, and it didn't end at this moment... When Zhao Yingkong came back to his senses and realized this, his eyes suddenly focused: Now, I'm afraid it is an excellent opportunity!

In order to avoid waking up the girl in his arms, Zhao Yingkong relied on his strong body control and while keeping his body motionless, he slowly stretched out his smooth right arm and reached for the wooden dagger on the bedside table: The battle in the middle of the night

After that, Ye Zi disarmed her weapon and threw it there. This oversight doomed her...

"Wasting precious time to sleep in is a sin that even the gods will not forgive~"

Just when Zhao Yingkong's fingertips were about to touch the dagger, a bare hand came first, and the two fingers of the index and middle stood together to form a sword, and it was accurately placed on her Hao wrist, preventing her from moving forward. At the same time, Ye Zi's silver bell-like

The voice also sounded in her arms...

Although Ye Zi, who was deeply trapped between the two dumplings, sounded a little muffled and strange, the smiling tone was still clearly discernible, making Zhao Yingkong sigh softly and stop his movements.

, and couldn't help but feel a little angry.

(It seems that there is no chance this time, but...)

Zhao Yingkong, who realized this, retracted her arm helplessly. However, she obviously did not intend to let go of this little devil girl who had repeatedly teased her: she saw her retracted right arm wrapped around the back of Ye Zi's head.

Go up, hug her tightly into your arms, and then hug her tighter and tighter, hug her tighter and tighter, hug her tighter and tighter...

"Gu~~Gu...? Gu...!"

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About fifteen minutes later, neatly dressed Ye Zi and Zhao Yingkong appeared in the corridor. As usual, Ye Zi had a faint smile on his face, and Zhao Yingkong still looked like an iceberg beauty, but

Both of them had a faint red glow on their faces, making them look particularly suspicious.

(Damn it, I was just a little bit away from it. The most outrageous and happiest way to die in the main god’s dimension was almost born.)

If Ye Zi hadn't reacted after the initial addiction, he used methods such as tickling, [DATA EXPUNGED] and [DATA EXPUNGED] to force Zhao Yingkong to let her go, otherwise...

Just when Ye Zi was muttering to himself, another door at the end of the corridor opened, and Zhan Lan, who was yawning, slowly walked out. When she saw Ye Zi and the two of them, she didn't know what she thought of, and something flashed across her pretty face.

There was a hint of blush, and then a weird "aunt's smile" appeared.

(Hey, wait a minute, Zhan Lan, couldn't you have... used your mental power to scan!?)

However, Zhan Lan didn't say much, just left a teasing look, hummed a brisk melody, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Zhao Yingkong, who realized something, had a cold face.

Ye Zi's waist was pinched hard.

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After breakfast, Zhan Lan asked the two of them to put on their swimsuits and went to the beach at the door to play beach volleyball: she and Zhao Yingkong formed a team, while Ye Zi, who had superior reaction and speed,

One person assumes two positions and uses his own strength to fight against the two of them.

Surprisingly, Ye Zi, who thought he could defeat the two opponents with his basic qualities, was beaten badly from the beginning: relying on the communication of the spiritual chain, the degree of "tacit understanding" between Zhao Yingkong and Zhan Lan,

It is comparable to professional players who have cooperated for many years; and through the vision of mental scanning, Zhao Yingkong perfectly displayed her precise judgment. Almost every hit was aimed at the blind spot of Ye Zi's movements.

Moreover, even with Ye Zi's extraordinary dynamic vision, he was a little dizzy when faced with the five volleyballs making beautiful trajectories on the field. After all, the volleyballs were so round, and the beach was so white...

However, after a few games, Ye Zi finally adapted to their style of play, regained a bit of his own rhythm, and was barely able to play back and forth with them.

For the sport of beach volleyball, not only Ye Zi and Zhan Lan enjoyed it, but even Zhao Yingkong, who seemed indifferent on the surface, was also very involved in the game. Apart from having lunch, the three of them spent almost the entire day playing

On this sport, it was not until the red sun set that I returned to the villa with unfinished content, and Zhan Lan prepared dinner.

And just when the three of them had finished their dinner and Zhan Lan took Ye Zi and Zhao Yingkong along and planned to chat for a while, there was a weak knock on the door at the front door of the villa.

"Well, it's Zheng Zha and the others who came back from fishing. I'll open the door." Zhan Lan's mental energy swept away, and the scene outside the door immediately came into her mind. But after getting up from the sofa, she was not sure.

He muttered: "But except for Chu Xuan, their state seems a bit strange?"

(Tsk, could it be that Colonel Chu caught some kind of anti-type gadget and cleared their sanity?)

Fortunately, the actual situation was not as exaggerated as Ye Zi had guessed: Zhang Jie and Na'er just had their common sense challenged and were a little doubtful of what they had seen in the past thirty hours; while Zheng Zha and Ling Dian had their mentality affected.

A serious blow - their self-esteem was as if someone had shot it with a Gauss pistol for a day and a night, and it could not be broken anymore.

Ling Dian's reaction was okay. He just had a dark face and took his female brother (since there is a male mother, so it makes sense for the female brother) to go to the second floor without saying a word. Zheng Zha, on the other hand, held his head.

Squatting in the corner of the living room, like Mrs. Xianglin, she murmured depressedly: "I'm so stupid, really, I shouldn't call myself the fishing prince of Laoshizi..."

Faced with Zhan Lan's concerned inquiry, his answer was also unclear.

"Fish, big fish, tiger shark."

This is his most repeated sentence.

Under Ye Zi's speechless gaze, Chu Xuan walked over as if nothing had happened and sat on the sofa opposite her. He seemed to be talking to her, but also to himself, sighing inexplicably.

"I don't know if I will catch a fish in the next second, I don't know what kind of fish I will catch in the next second, I don't know why I can catch a fish so easily, such unknown..."
Chapter completed!