Chapter 1,495 The Man with Evil Eyes

After I found out that Elias was completely dead, I felt a huge weight drop in my heart.

But before he could be happy, he was pushed back to his residence by little King Arthur. Under her supervision, he had to lie down on the bed obediently.

In fact, I still want to meet Vilas and the others. Anyway, it has been hurting for so long. Should I say that I have adapted to it a little, or am I a little numb?

"Ben Ang must keep a close eye on this idiot's mount this time." As he said this, little King Arthur lay down next to me, in a small hollow formed by the inner elbow of his bent arm and the side of his face.

Hey hey, I said, in fact it was just you who wanted to sleep and wanted to find a more comfortable place to sleep, so you forced me to come back to sleep, right?

When I saw the little king who kept saying that he wanted to monitor my sleep, he had already fallen asleep before I could close my eyes. His two restless little hands tightly grasped a piece of my cheek.

Soft meat.

I was sad and angry at that time.

But soon, her mood calmed down, and she quietly looked at the little one who was sleeping soundly in her arms close by, and gently poked her soft cheek with her fingers, feeling warm in her heart.

This little guy must be tired too.

I heard from Arturia that when I, Elias, was in the middle of a fierce battle, little King Arthur ran away to someone unknown, and when he showed up, he was unconscious and carried back by a dead dog.

From this, I couldn't help but think of the two attacks that came from a distance to support me when I was entangled with Elias. One was little Elias's golden trident.

On the other hand, why did the golden dragon girl's attack appear so timely? Could it be related to Little King Arthur? Could it be that Little King Arthur invited the other party over, or was it something else?

Although I don’t know what happened, my intuition tells me that the coma of little King Arthur must be related to the support of the golden dragon girl. In other words, it was because of helping me that it became like this.

But this little guy is very arrogant. Even though she helped me in this way, she didn't say a word about it, just like when she was in the Sky City, she silently provided help for my nonsense.

This is too considerate. Maybe, if King Arthur had found the one he loved and got married, then her most famous name would not be the first king of the Dark Continent, the strongest person, tyrant, murderer, etc.

wait.

She is the number one wife in the Dark Continent.

"Thank you for your hard work, little one, and thank you." I covered little King Arthur with the quilt, moved her arms so that she could get into a more comfortable position, and I slowly closed my eyes.

By the way, there is also Elijah. You must remember to thank her, but according to Vilas and the others, Elijah has been sleeping for the past few days and has not woken up. It is probably because of the golden trident that consumed her.

I have little physical strength and need sleep to replenish my energy.

As I thought about it, my consciousness fell into darkness again.

When I woke up again, I didn’t know how many days had passed. I lay down in bed and felt a splitting headache.

It's a little better than last time, and I'm very pleased. According to this speed, my mental strength should be fully recovered within a month or two.

Looking at the armpit, little King Arthur has disappeared, replaced by a luminous ghost, hugging me and sleeping soundly and in a mess.

The movement of getting up seemed to awaken her from her sweet dream. She slowly opened her eyes and stretched lazily. The ghost blinked and blinked in confusion, seeming to be still wandering between dreams and reality.

"Hey, little fox, why are you here?" I rolled my eyes, turned around, and pretended to say hello to the door, as if Lucia's charming vixen had really appeared.

"Slut fox? Where is the naughty fox? Come out quickly, this saint wants to duel with you!"

The instinctive reaction of the natural enemy made the little ghost suddenly wake up and swing his delicate little fist like a boxer.

"There are no sexy foxes, but I did find one of the stupid saints."

I laughed so hard that my stomach almost twisted. It was rare to see the little ghost look so clumsy.

"Liar Xiaofan!" Her Royal Highness the Saint realized that she had been deceived. She pounced on me with her teeth and claws, and bit down on the exposed part of my shoulder.

She left a row of deep tooth marks, and then gently licked the teeth marks with her silky tongue. I really don't know whether to call her delicate and violent, or gentle and considerate.

"Xiao Fan is not allowed to call this saint a lazy pig anymore." The little saint said this while licking it.

"Why?"

"Xiao Fan can sleep better than this saint. I have woken up three times, but Xiao Fan is still sleeping." "Have I slept for so long?" I touched my forehead and exclaimed.

"Well, big lazy pig Xiaofan, hehehe~~"

"How many days?"

"How could this saint know?"

"I really hope I can find out the reason for your so confident answer."

"Because this saint is a great saint and Xiaofan's master."

"I don't want to be the servant of a stupid saint who doesn't even know how many days I've been sleeping."

"What? Xiaofan seems to know how long he has slept."

"Uh..." She was betrayed by General Yijun. Indeed, I am the only one who is not qualified to speak against her now.

"This means that as long as there are servants, there are also saints. There is nothing we can do about it. It's all Xiaofan's fault."

"You really don't hesitate to put yourself down just to complain about me!" I was angry.

"I can't help it, because complaining about Xiaofan is the most important pleasure of this saint."

"Do me some serious things that a saint should do! Pray for the people of the Dark Continent! Who am I to be a saint by complaining! What kind of bad taste is this!"

"This saint prays for the people of the Dark Continent every day."

"Oh? Tell me." The little ghost actually said this, and I felt like UFOs were flying above my head.

"May the Lord listen, and pray that the lovely creatures in the Dark Continent will not be lowered by the idiot Xiao Fan." The little ghost knelt on his knees (bed), lowered his head and kissed his fist and murmured softly, which was really enough.

The white angel praying inside the mural.

But the content of the prayer was completely unacceptable to me.

"Why do you pray like this! Don't you forget to complain about me even when you pray? Even the Lord would be troubled by such incomprehensible prayers, you know? And it's a living thing! It's the average IQ of a living thing! It's not that of all human beings.

Average IQ! How poor is my IQ? What have I done wrong in my life?!"

"This is called working and playing at the same time, hehehe~~" The little ghost shyly made a V-sign victory sign towards me.

It doesn't work anymore, my head hurts even more.

I pressed my temples hard and fell into a state of suspended animation.

"Speaking of which, I saw Xiaofan's sleeping face every time I woke up three times."

"Look...what did you see?" I suddenly became alert and subconsciously touched my face.

"Stupid idiot sleeping face."

I:"……"

Although these words are very annoying, they are also subtly relieved. What is going on?

"And he's still talking in his sleep."

"Say...what did you say?" I became nervous again.

"Mr. Alice, the gentle and beautiful saint with stunning beauty and piercing eyes, please allow me, the servant Xiaofan, to kiss your noble, elegant, small and exquisite toes."

"Which different dimension did you have ears from? In which different dimension did you hear this kind of sleep talk from another dimension?" I looked at the little ghost speechlessly, as if she had run over from another dimension.

Another dimension called Liar.

"You're not talking in your sleep, and doesn't Xiaofan like to do this kind of thing very much?"

"How do I like it?"

I'm angry at the coffee table of my soul. Although if the target is a little ghost with perfect feet, I won't resist, but this and doing it are two different things. Bender, who is known as the best man in Rogge Prairie

Rui, how can you have a foot fetish?

"Obviously when... when... I was bullying this saint, I would often... use my dirty tongue to lick... all over... my... body... even...

…Even the toes were not spared…”

The little ghost blushed and said something outrageous, and subconsciously hugged her delicate body, as if recalling that scene and feeling in her mind, even her voice trembled, mixed with a hint of coquettishness.

.

At that time, I spurted out a mouthful of old blood. When Her Royal Highness the Saint was supposed to be sharp, she was really sharper than Princess Sanwu.

"Then...how can such a thing be counted?" I also blushed, and was seduced by the charming voice of the little ghost, and became restless.

"Then... let's stop this topic." The little ghost was also extremely shy. He was really a guy digging his own grave.

"Ahem, okay then, what did you just say?"

"Xiao Fan's sleeping face." The little ghost immediately adjusted and said without hesitation, as if he wanted to continue complaining about this matter.

"What happened to my sleeping face?" I felt like I could be shot repeatedly while sleeping.

"It looks so silly to cry while sleeping."

"Crying while sleeping?" I wiped my eyes subconsciously.

"Xiaofan, what are you dreaming about?"

The little ghost suddenly came forward. The distance between their faces was less than half a foot, and they could feel the breathing distance between them. He showed a gentle look. This is a foul move!

"Dream about...what?" Unfortunately, although I was completely fascinated by the little ghost's sudden tenderness, I just didn't know if I didn't know.
To be continued...