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"What's wrong?" Late at night, there was a faint commotion in my arms, causing me to dimly open my eyes.

In the dark room, there was a bed just big enough for two people to sleep, covered with a thick layer of quilt. It was already the season of late autumn and winter, and the nights on the grassland were still quite cold.

Encased in two layers of thick quilts, the body is soaked in a layer of warm temperature. This temperature is the culprit behind the invention of the word "sleeping in bed".

Of course, in addition to the temperature brought by the quilt, the temperature in the arms is not only hot, but also comfortable, soft, smooth, extremely elastic, exudes a charming fragrance, and fits tightly to one's body, just like being made to be

The perfect pillow for sleeping in your arms.

"What's the matter, little ghost?"

I asked vaguely, but received no response. I paused for a few seconds, raised my voice slightly and continued to ask the [cushion] in my arms.

Apart from our Holy Lady, how many other comfortable pillows can you find in the world?

The disadvantage is that it bites people.

The slight movement just now came from the little ghost in his arms.

Seeing that there was still no response, I opened a corner of the quilt and looked at the delicate and pretty face of the little ghost who was resting on my shoulder.

It was a cute sleeping face that was still closed, buried under the quilt just now. The body temperature of the two people who were imprisoned was flushed with heat, like a pink ripe peach, making people want to take a bite on it.

"Still asleep?" I muttered secretly. My eyes fell on the corners of her eyes, where there were two dots of crystal water shining in the darkness, which were particularly conspicuous.

Could it be a nightmare? It's strange, at least when sleeping with me, the little ghost rarely has nightmares.

Curling my index finger, I reached up and wiped the moist corners of her eyes. Unexpectedly, a touch of silver suddenly appeared across the darkness, giving me an illusion. The dark room shrouded in night seemed to be a little brighter, covered by a faint layer of light.

The quiet silver light ripples.

The little ghost suddenly opened her eyes, looking at me and my movements in confusion and confusion. After staring at each other for a long time, she suddenly clapped her hands, as if she had figured something out.

"The beast Xiaofan...is no longer satisfied with playing with the body of this saint. Do you even want to develop new functions for your eyes?"

"What new functions can your eyes develop? New functions!!!" Even though I was used to the way this little saint spoke, I couldn't help but roar.

Thinking of her two tears just now, and guessing that this might be the little ghost's cover-up, I forced myself to calm down and asked softly.

"My little saint, are you having a nightmare?"

"Don't say little, eh." The little ghost protested, then nodded obediently.

"What did you dream about?"

I domineeringly pushed the little saint away, thinking that even if it was her dream, it belonged to me.

"I dreamed of many, many diamonds." The little ghost blinked his silver eyes and murmured while recalling.

"That's a good thing."

"It was eaten up by Xiaofan."

"..."

I will not have trouble with my teeth, throat, esophagus, stomach, large and small intestines, and finally my anus.

"Did you cry in the end?"

"Um."

"It's such a simple nightmare."

"This is a matter of survival. Xiaofan is too rash."

"You'd better digest the heart of the Holy Tree in your stomach first."

"Girls have a second stomach for snacks."

"Where does this come from?" I sighed and rubbed the little saint's face.

"Lately, I always feel like you, little guy, are a little strange. Are you hiding something from me?"

"I missed the category..." (I didn't)

After a pause, the little ghost seemed to suddenly feel that this answer was a bit too weak. She immediately pulled my hand away from her face and raised her head in my arms with dignity.

"Huh, this saint has many, many secrets of the girl. Xiaofan, a mere servant, is thousands of miles away from the secret flower house in the girl's heart, in a place like a dog house."

Well... I don't know the distance to the secret flower room in my heart, but it is very close to the other secret flower room, almost touching it, with only a thin layer of pajamas separating it.

I moved my body and endured my moral-destroying complaints.

"Is there really nothing you are hiding from me?"

"Really... no, no, it's a stupid servant who also wants to know many secrets of this saint. What does he want to do?!" The little ghost glared at me angrily.

"It always feels like you are trying to make me complain and change the subject." I stared at her keenly.

"It's just Xiaofan that your seventh sense is confused."

"Hmph, you're a guy who despises the power of a man's seventh sense..." I suddenly felt sad and angry. You can insult my personality, but you can't insult my seventh sense!

Hey, I always feel like I've been fooled by this little ghost again.

"It's so cold, idiot Xiaofan~~~"

"Sorry sorry."

Only then did I realize that a corner of the quilt was still lifted, and the whooshing cold wind was pouring in. No wonder the little ghost's soft and delicate body was a little cold and trembling from just now.

I quickly wrapped myself in the quilt, and only half of the little ghost's pretty face was exposed from her shoulders. Her silver eyes looked at me with unusual tenderness and nostalgia.

"What's wrong?" I was a little embarrassed to be stared at.

"To prevent Xiao Fan from continuing to sneak into this saint's dream and steal diamonds..." the little ghost muttered.

I thought she meant to prevent the world from being destroyed. Don't worry, I'd rather eat Beansa's dark boiled noodles than diamonds.

"so……"

"So there is nothing we can do..."

He murmured, and slowly poked his head out. He stretched out his lips, which exuded an extremely alluring luster even in the dark. He gradually came closer, and finally kissed her.

The lips are as delicate as flowers, and the fragrance is astonishing.

So...you want to shut my mouth?

The coldness in her arms trembled, and her delicate body became even closer, pressing closer as if looking for warmth.

What a kitten who only loves to cling to her master.

I sighed warmly, wrapped my arms tightly around the delicate body that came to the door, bit the little ghost's lips gently, watched her eyes gradually close, and closed them as well.

Hope...everything is fine.

Orphanage.

After playing with the children for a while, I followed the fixed curriculum and asked them to sit down in the classroom one by one with a straight face.

It is said to be a classroom, but it is actually the hall where you enter from the main entrance. There is enough space here.

"Why are you teaching Uncle Fan?" Some children made excuses unwillingly. They would rather play than study.

"No way, Mi Seya is very busy and can't come over." I coughed heavily. My eyes widened, trying to exude the power of Master Yan.

"What are you doing, Sister Ya?" the naughty children raised their hands and asked again. Isn't it obvious? The battle is coming soon, and the soldiers naturally need to make a lot of preparations.

But for this reason, I can't tell them. The information about the Skeleton Army's incoming attack has not been released yet, but the recent actions let everyone know that the battle may be coming soon.

According to intelligence estimates, those little bones are currently climbing over the mountains and ridges of the Maiharas Mountains, and it will take several days to reach them.

What do you think Andariel is trying to do? Although a long-distance attack can be unexpected, even if it is concealed for a while, as long as it comes to the stone wilderness and is within the surveillance range of the alliance, it will be discovered immediately. The meaning of the attack is not

big.

Could it be that the boss of that group of skeletons accidentally offended Andariel, and that's why he was assigned the hard job of a long-distance attack?

I thought jokingly, but I didn't know that I had already discovered one or two points of the truth.

There is also Mi Seiya. Although the soldiers are secretly very busy, they should have a trace no matter how busy they are. The camp is so small, so I haven’t met her or spoken to her in the past few days.

Of course, I'm talking about normal chatting, but I don't have any intention of accompanying her in middle school.

When I came back to my senses, I smiled at the children who were staring at me and looking for answers: "Mi Seiya has to perform a very, very important task, so she can't come over."

"Sister Ya is so amazing." The children were immediately stunned by the words [very, very important] that I deliberately emphasized, and they all showed admiration.

Huh, so the naughty kid is easy to deceive...

"Unlike Uncle Fan, who wanders around with nothing to do all day long."

"..."

These nasty little brats!

"Recently... I always feel very uneasy. I hope Sister Ya is fine." A timid little loli sighed softly.
To be continued...