Moissa is not someone who gives in easily. Turning the wrong person is one of her few hobbies. Otherwise, she would not risk her life and hire someone to go check the sewers. After staying for a while, she didn’t know what she remembered. , suddenly jumped up from the bed, put on his hat and scarf, lifted up his clothes and turned around, looked at himself, confirmed that he was dressed correctly, and set off.
"What is this little guy planning?"
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, I saw Moissa's little figure passing quickly through the yard.
Do you want to sneak out to order something to eat?
"Don't worry, it won't happen."
As if she had read through my thoughts, my sister said confidently, even though we had only been together for less than a day, why could she use a decisive tone as if she had already figured out Moissa's thoughts? After all, I have been with Moissa for several times. Master of the Moon, why do you have an irrefutable sense of agreement with your sister's judgment? Is it true that only women can truly understand women?
I turned around unwillingly, and saw the culprit who stirred up Moissa, my sister, lying on the large and comfortable wicker chair in a sexy posture as if nothing had happened, with her ten little toes raised casually, exuding The suffocating white and slender halo, as if the onion jade fingers that have never been touched by spring water are flipping through a magazine that is similar in size and shape to a women's fashion weekly with elegant movements. On her soft and beautiful face like an elf, there is a pout. The corners of her mouth that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and her cold and arrogant sea-blue eyes made her noble aura that kept strangers away from her even more intense.
Many people may wonder about the magazine in her hand. In fact, this kind of thing can often be seen in adventurer bars. Adventurers can flip through it at will when they are bored. If necessary, the bar owner can make a copy for you. Just because paper is expensive, the cost of this procedure is expensive, but this amount of money is nothing to me who has the consciousness of being a nouveau riche, so I will habitually ask for one every time I go to a tavern. Therefore, A thick pile has accumulated.
Of course, the content inside is unlikely to be an introduction to food, accessories, electrical appliances, tourism, transportation, etc., but some rumors and gossip about the possibility of adventurers, such as which team is doing well, and which area has a sudden increase in the number of monsters? Explosions, etc., there is another point that is absolutely indispensable for adventurers who like to gossip. That is the strength ranking of Lu Gaoyin's various adventure teams. Although the ranking method is unfair, many adventurers sneer at it and treat it as a joke. But for the very top of the rankings. But few people dare to question it. There is no doubt that this person is Sister Sharna sitting in front of me.
As for my information, I paid attention to it with some curiosity, because the ranking methods of adventurer bars in different cities are different. So my strength probably fluctuates between 2-8. I looked at the lonely string of brief data on the ranking list - one of the three heroes of Lu Gaoyin, a mysterious and powerful shape-shifting Druid, wearing a black cloak. , wearing a blue Excellence helmet. No one knows his appearance or name so far. It made me enjoy the feeling of being at a high place. Having said that, if I pretended to be a passerby and sold my information to the tavern, I don’t know how much it would be worth?
And the other identity, that is, the priest, of course cannot appear in the rankings. No matter how much they admire and admire this profession that has been lost for many years, no one will think that a priest has strong attack power---at the same level. This concept that priests and even mercenary-level adventurers cannot win has been quoted in countless heroic novels. It has been regarded as a law by people, and perhaps it is indeed the case. After looking at the skill tree of the little ghost, I have a fairly complete understanding of the damage output ability of the priest.
"It seems like dinner won't be peaceful either."
Looking at the little white figure going away, I groaned feebly in anticipation. Stretching lazily. He swayed to his own spot on the wicker chair and lay down, holding his sister's petite body in his arms.
"You're just asking for trouble."
Sharna put down the magazine in her hand leisurely. She hugged her with her backhand and raised her chin, only to find that the other party was already asleep. An Ran's breathing gently brushed her eyes, itching and cold, and she couldn't help but smile at the corners of her mouth, and she closed her eyes one after another.
"Forget it, it's not bad to take a nap. There aren't many days like this..."
On the other side, Moissa, who was preparing to launch the "Last Land Holy War" during dinner, was patrolling the street with firm eyes and full of confidence. Her eyes did not deliberately stop at the shops frequented by adventurers. After walking for a while, she came to Stopped in front of a tailor shop.
Moissa looked around guiltily. If she pulled off the gauze, she would definitely see her little face that was gradually turning red. Unfortunately, the people around her didn't have such good eyesight. Unless they had clairvoyance, they could only see at most She can stay on her small but exquisite figure. In fact, most of the men along the way are also like this. Mo Lisha's figure cannot be described as plump, and it is not even very developed, but it can be called Lu Gao. Because of this, how many women can match her body proportions and sense of coordination?
Moissa, who is very rough in some aspects, did not realize that she was being stared at by countless scorching eyes. If it were not for the mercenary level strength she showed, I am afraid that a pretentious man would have walked up to talk to her. She checked her surroundings again and again. After she had no acquaintance, she swooped into the tailor shop like a clever little squirrel. After about half an hour, she walked out again. It seemed that she was ready, holding a bag of things in her arms. Walking back - you can imagine her mood swings at this moment, because as a mercenary, she has no need to hold things in her arms...
When passing by the yard, I "inadvertently" shifted my gaze and saw the two people through the glass, leaning against each other like a litter of newborn kittens, their sleeping faces extremely happy.
"Hmph----" The nose trembled slightly, and the beautiful right foot wearing pink princess shoes made a high arc and suddenly fell on an innocent big tree branch nearby.
"Buzz----" The big tree trembled violently, and even the newly sprouted young leaves rustled down.
"Buzz buzz----"
He kicked five or six times in succession like a combo, until the area where he was kicked was obviously dented. The ground was also covered with a layer of fresh green leaves, and she stopped in relief. Her expression did not change from the beginning to the end, and she walked through the yard with a straight face as if nothing had happened.
I have to say that the other victim of the accident, the seemingly flashy princess shoes, were quite durable...
After returning to her little nest, Moissa threw the things in her arms on the bed, then picked up the mirror, and kept looking at the mirror like this for the rest of the afternoon, as if she was casting some terrible curse. . What conspiracy is she planning in her heart, what useful (?) knowledge has she learned from books, and what kind of terrible (?) situation will happen at dinner, except for her. No one could have predicted...
When I woke up hazily, it was already evening. The sleepy sunset gradually sank from the treetops, and the surrounding scene was shrouded in darkness. The wind had quietly picked up in the desert at dusk, but it felt very warm. When I lowered my head, I saw that my sister was sleeping tightly in her arms, sleeping softly and cutely like a kitten. If you look at it this way, you can't imagine that she is the cold and arrogant Queen Lu Gaoyin.
I stood up gently, but my sister, who was usually more vigilant than a cheetah, was surprisingly not awakened. However, the warmth next to her disappeared, causing her to make a few "吖吖" sounds, and she curled up tighter as if cold and lonely. I couldn't help but smile. I never thought that my sister's sleeping face would be so flawless and cute. I started to envy Kasha a little. She must have seen such a beautiful scene often before.
Carefully taking out a blanket and wrapping her up. Then he stood up straight and stretched his waist and shoulders. Inadvertently, he discovered that several magic lights had been lit in the dark corridor. There seemed to be some movement in the kitchen. Counting the time, it was Moissa who was preparing dinner.
I walked gently towards the kitchen. I feel that if I can nip Morissa's little plan in the cradle. That would be perfect, maybe it would make my sister happy. He would also mercifully reward her with some leftovers...
Soft magical light spreads in the corridor, and the wooden floor stepped on by bare feet still radiates the residual warmth of the sun, making the time and space of the entire corridor seem to be delayed compared to the outside. Morning and evening in the desert are the most beautiful moments. , at this time, the desert is neither overly enthusiastic during the day, nor as violent and dry as the night. It is as if you are sitting next to a bonfire at night, flicking the scarlet charcoal fire with branches, and taking a sip of fragrant charcoal from time to time. Hot milk tea, warm but not burning, will only make people feel comfortable and want to have a good sleep.
But now I am in a foreign country, walking in an architectural style rich in Western style. The sunset with a hint of warmth and the somewhat deserted magic lamp reflect each other, sprinkling a golden color on the wall corridor, and the window is quiet and hazy. Surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere, it gave me a dreamlike feeling. Although I am not a literati, it does not affect my intoxicated mood at the moment. Yes, if the forbidden door had not been opened, the scenery should have been like this Peaceful and quiet beauty.
The bright light in the kitchen broke this hazy beauty, forcing me to squint my eyes. In the haze, Moissa's petite figure still stood upright in the position she had at noon, with the flat bed at noon resting under her feet. The chair is doing the same thing as at noon, and the cutting board... Yes, it turns out that it is like this. Isn't it a matter of course for a wealthy family to prepare hundreds of spare cutting boards?
Then, things in my eyes gradually became clearer, gradually..., gradually...
"boom----"
In an instant, the earth trembled, the sun roared, the galaxy was shocked, and the universe exploded...
Standing still at the door, I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me. My consciousness stopped, my brain shut down, and my whole body was petrified. Only my nose was still faithfully flowing with bright red liquid.
(The little ghost in the necklace knelt down helplessly at this moment, murmuring with a pale face: "So...it turns out there is still this trick. Sure enough, there are mountains beyond the mountains. I...I lost, and I am convinced that I lost." ...")
In the bright kitchen, Moissa's back with her back facing away gave off a faint halo, as if it were a delicate glass art piece that was shocking. The snowy skin without a trace of wrinkles revealed the delicate luster only found in high-grade silk satin. The soft curve of the back is as if it has been made by extraordinary craftsmanship. Any addition or missing will make people feel extremely regretful. From the shoulders to the bottom, the petite buttocks that are not yet mature and are tilted due to the upright posture are also so charming. The most important thing is that there is nothing hanging underneath. The clean pink slit, ahem... I can't look at it anymore. , forcibly moving his eyes down, he still saw a long and slender snow-white alluring little girl.
What I saw before my eyes was Moissa, wearing only a cute apron. Not even underwear... This youthful crime, fatal temptation, is simply...
Hear the door open. Moissa turned her head slowly and turned sideways. Under the only thin silk apron she wore, her originally green breasts seemed to be much higher. The two pink bumps that seduce the man's gaze are particularly attractive, and the graceful and harmonious curves are even more clearly outlined at this moment.
I stared blankly at Morissa with a nonchalant expression, and was so shocked that even my voice trembled slightly.
"You...where did you learn this...didn't I tell you...to stop reading those strange books? If you do this, I...I..."
"I...?" Her lips parted slightly, as if she was confused by my unfinished words, and she felt Moissa's eyes becoming confused. I...my spirit...soul..."
"Spirit...soul...?" The voice became more confused.
"My soul is about to explode..." I had an erection and was about to become a Super Saiyan.
"Blast your head off."
As if a kick from the void intercepted my words in mid-air, my vision lengthened and became blurry... I felt like my body passed through many obstacles in an instant, and finally was embedded in some hard object...
Sharna's tall figure appeared behind the door, looking at Morissa with hostile eyes, her brows raised fiercely. She seemed to be unable to believe the scene in front of her. There was no doubt that the kick that made someone smash several kitchen utensils with overwhelming force, and finally embedded them firmly into the wall, was delivered by her.
"Dear... dear..., Lord... Master..."
Moissa ignored Sharna's murderous gaze. She trotted forward, dragged me out of the wall and placed me on the ground. He rested his head on his lap and held my hands tightly.
"Are you okay, Master!?"
"fine……"
I responded weakly, and I could clearly feel the gentle touch under my head, and looking up from this angle, my breasts, which were originally no bigger than a steamed bun, seemed to have become more impressive...
"Excellent, Master, from now on, your most loyal and lovely Molisha will serve you well. For the rest of your life, the two of you will be together, stay away from all wars and hatreds, stay away from all unnecessary people, and create a life that belongs only to you. A world between the two of us.”
What touching words. If the expression could be a little richer and the tone less cold..., eh eh----? Having said that, this line seems a bit familiar. I seem to have seen it in some hero novel. Am I overthinking it?
"well……"
I couldn't think too much about this situation. I could only nod my head excitedly, feeling even weaker. Could this be the legendary TRUE.END?
At this time, something happened that shocked me even more.
Moissa, who was originally silent, suddenly bit her bright red lips hard, and a blush quickly spread across her face. It was so fast that I couldn't tell the truth. Would she show shy feelings? Just kidding, I immediately attributed it to my own illusion, but it is undeniable that Moissa's current appearance must be that she is trying hard to suppress some feelings in her heart.
However, everything had just begun. She quietly took a few deep breaths, and then...
Shake... shake...
The corners of the lips trembled, pulling..., and pulling..., slowly pulling them apart in a slow-motion camera.
Time seemed to be slowed down hundreds of times. I looked at her without blinking, watching the corners of her lips slowly...slowly pulling apart, and gradually...the corners of her lips seemed to gradually become concave. , a small dimple appears seemingly absent, this feeling of uncertainty is gradually expanding with the constant trembling and pulling of the corners of the mouth, and is finally confirmed.
Moissa, who was constantly struggling with giving up and working hard, seemed to have spent a whole century working hard and giving up. After continuing to muster up courage, he finally made the corners of his mouth curve into a weird arc.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. Staring at that arc, it was so stiff, even a weird smile, with no eye coordination and no demeanor to modify it. Why did my heart leap out of this infinite emotion? My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to pop out. I can't breathe. Those little dimples and crooked arcs constitute everything in my mind...
Wait until I come to my senses. Moissa's face still had a numb expression. Was everything just a dream? No, not, there was a trace of blush remaining on her face. It made me feel that that scene could never be a dream. The real feeling still filled my heart and I could never forget it.
"You guys seem to be getting along quite happily."
The pillow under my head was empty. Before I could react, some hard object stepped on me, and my body seemed to... sink into the ground.
It seems that my sister is really angry. I hope she won't get a concussion.
With only half of her head exposed on the ground, I saw my sister grabbing Marissa's neck and twisting her out like a kitten. Then there was the sound of the door opening, the sound of an object falling to the ground, and the sound of the door closing, all in one go. As expected, he is indeed a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles.
"Be conscious, don't use magic, climb to the top of the building with your bare hands, and sleep there wearing these clothes from now on."
My sister's voice, which hinted of anger, made me feel a surge of joy when I saw the normally steady adults showing dumbfounded expressions after a successful prank.
The sound of footsteps came back. Getting closer. I pulled half of my head out of the ground, but didn't stand up. Instead, he turned over and lay lazily on the floor.
"Be happy."
As soon as I turned over, I saw my sister standing next to me, leaning down her beautiful figure, narrowing her eyes slightly and looking at me, her whole body exuding extremely dangerous signals.
It's not good. I judged instantly. If I give a bad answer later, I can't get over it with the injury just now. U-shaped hoop, V-shaped kill, no matter what it is, it will be a nightmare that I can't get rid of. .
"I couldn't have expected this kind of thing. Who would have thought..." He explained awkwardly, and the scene just now flashed through his mind. The nosebleed that had finally stopped started to flow back again. He looked at the face of his sister that was gradually approaching. Smiling face, how dare I continue to think about it, I shook my head quickly.
"No, no, that kind of thing is really obscene and shameless. As a new generation of educated, thoughtful and ambitious career changers, we should resolutely put an end to it, resist it with all our strength, and create a healthy and harmonious new life for future newcomers. The world is right.”
Seeing my funny explanation in a hurry, Sister Sharna couldn't help but smile, her eyes blurred, showing the color of memories.
"Really, nothing has changed at all. Do you remember the first time we met?"
My mind instantly recalled that two years ago at the archery range, that rookie archer who didn’t know the heights of the world. I couldn’t help but blush. It might be a warm memory for my sister, but as a clown, I undoubtedly can’t wait to remember it every time. Hit the wall.
The cold little hands fell on my cheeks. My sister knelt down and gently stroked my dusty hair and face with a gentle look on her face.
"Does it still hurt?"
"If it hurts, you will definitely hit me again."
I looked over pitifully, and to be honest, it didn't hurt at all. Although those two feet seemed to be extremely lethal, my control over the strength had reached a level that an ordinary adventurer could not imagine. A gentle sister, and a gentle sister. How could you be willing to let me get hurt? It's just that my mind is inevitably dizzy.
"Of course. If you can't even withstand this attack, you might as well go back to Rogge to farm, so you don't have to worry." He glared back at me and continued.
"I just didn't expect that that little guy would do this to me. It's really a bit..." He looked like he had a headache.
Haha, Moissa is proud to be able to show such frustration to her sister. In a sense, she has already won a small game tonight. However, my gain is not bad. I can see Moissa trying hard to change herself. Although her smile is still very stiff, in my opinion, the way she works hard is more moving than any smile.
"I always feel..." I muttered to myself while lying on the floor.
"I feel like my daughter has finally grown up!!"
"Hmm, although it looks a bit ugly, I did work hard, which is worthy of praise. I am barely qualified to be my brother's maid." My sister raised her eyebrows, as if she understood my inner feelings at the moment.
"But then again." I turned my head and looked at the half-processed ingredients on the cutting board.
"Sister..., can you cook?"
"Barbecue..." he replied without hesitation, then looked at the tools left and right, weighed them, and added a few words: "And stew soup."
"What a coincidence, I happen to be able to do these two things." I scratched my head and smiled bitterly.
Barbecued meat and stewed meat soup are two dishes that adventurers call two sacred foods, but the taste...
