A "17-year-old" girl with a sweet face like an innocent girl and a hot sister figure, wearing purple pajamas and a nightcap. [Full text reading] Yakumo Purple was covered with a thick quilt, snuggled up against the warm quilt and fell asleep sweetly in the cold winter...oh, no...it was hibernation.
"No, don't~" The girl seemed to have dreamed of something bad. She closed her eyes and talked shyly in her sleep. The girl refused with a trembling voice, making it unbearable to do anything that might hurt her... However, her expression seemed to be exactly the opposite, and her beautiful cheeks turned suspiciously red.
"It's too... too big, I can't get through it! I hate it, don't force it... it's so hot... ah..." the girl murmured, rolling around in her arms with the quilt. After a long time, she reluctantly opened her sleepy eyes as if she had been awakened. She lifted up her pajamas in a daze and stroked the inner side of her snow-white slender thighs. There were only some wet marks there and some delicious pastry aroma.
She leaned forward and smelled it, and couldn't help but lick the fair skin. Then she was defeated by her own actions, and she collapsed on the bed helplessly.
"I always feel like something hot is squeezing through here. It's such a nasty memory... Lan!" She yelled her shikigami loudly, "I feel hungry~"
But before Yakumo Lan prepared the food, the confused girl complained a few more times and continued to sleep with the quilt in her arms.
Winter is really a good time to sleep~
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In the wooden house at the foot of the shrine, Lu Yuan looked at the pastry box placed on the table, which was sent by Alona and the others through the "special channel". Smiling helplessly.
The box is an old Beijing-style eight-treasure pastry box, because it contains freshly baked pastries. The box itself is also warm...but there seems to be some suspicious water stains on the surface of the box...
On the lid of the pastry box, "Happy New Year!" and "Happy New Year!" were written in several oil-based pens. Below are the girls' signatures.
"Happy New Year!" Lu Yuan whispered in a dazed voice. Without the reminder of this box of pastries, he had forgotten that today was the 30th day of the lunar calendar... How long have I been away from that world?
Lu Yuan opened the lid of the box and saw that the inside of the wooden box was divided into seven grids. Pastries made of each person's cartoon character were placed inside, and they were still exuding warmth. Lu Yuan put down the scroll in his hand with a smile. He looked left and right... It was better to pick up the pastry with the image of Mu Xingq first - because Nana's pastry must be fake ice cream; Kexue's pastry must not be mixed with ice cream. Something else; Li Huamei's snacks are West Lake steamed buns; Ding Mumu's snacks must be very sweet... Among the few people, perhaps only Mu Xing and Anni's cakes have normal taste.
So he chose a pastry with the image of Mu Xingq and put it in his mouth. So salty... these girls! Lu Yuan hurriedly found a glass of water and drank it, then he came back to life.
Although the taste was a bit strange, Lu Yuan still carefully ate up every pastry. To use a hypocritical word, it is full of longing (the taste of dumplings...
"Ta~ta~!"...
Just as Lu Yuan was carefully putting away the empty pastry box, there was a knock on the door.
Lu Yuan looked at the dark night outside. Who would come to visit at this time? He walked over and opened the door, only to be met with a parasol, which was stabbed at his throat by the strong wind!
Lu Yuan turned aside to let go of the sharp stab in front of him, and waved his hand behind him... A transparent force field hand suddenly appeared on the edge of the shelf behind him. That hand picked up the bamboo sword on the shelf and flew over. He held the parasol that attacked again.
Feng Jian Youxiang walked in behind Parasol. She put her hands behind her back and looked at Lu Yuan with a little pride. The parasol floated out of thin air, with only the purple demonic power surrounding it connected to Feng Jian Yuxiang's body.
The parasol did a somersault. It hit Lu Yuan again. Li Field held his sword and flew sideways, using his strength to lift the parasol to the side...
Lu Yuan took away the chair and invited Feng Jian Youxiang to sit down. Boil water, make tea, bring out snacks... Feng Jian Youxiang sat down, smiled, drank tea, and ate. The two of them were just like usual, not talking much. But he never treats each other casually.
When the two of them were sipping green tea, Youxiang picked up an outside novel and read it with gusto. While Lu Yuan was still studying hard with his golden scroll, the room fell into silence again... According to the past situation, it should be like this.
But in fact, the room was as noisy as a market with gongs and drums beating!
A bamboo sword and a parasol floated separately, just like the flying sword attacks in Shushan Swordsman, fighting in a crisscross way in the air. Even in the interaction between two people, this switching of offense and defense never stops! After the weapons of both sides exchanged dozens of blows, the umbrella suddenly flew high, and then turned its head downwards. As if someone was holding one, magic cannons began to condense on the top!
It's just that the power of this magic cannon is far less than the power of the magic cannon fired when Feng Jian Youxiang holds it. And after the magic cannon was blasted down, the parasol that fired the magic cannon opened weakly on its own and fell down feebly.
But at this moment, the sitting Lu Yuan pointed his fingers together, and the bamboo swords fighting on the roof suddenly turned into a ray of green light, which flashed past before Youxiang could react. Not only did it split the magic cannon into two, Also cut off a little bit of the fragrant hair.
After that, the bamboo sword was stuck directly on the roof, unable to fight anymore.
The two people who were reading raised their heads and smiled at each other. After some competition, both of them have made progress during this period.
But Feng Jian Yuxiang's demonic power can now not only flexibly control the parasol, but also remotely fire the magic cannon. Obviously, the progress is huge! In addition, she was able to solve the problem of demon power volley transmission when the manipulation of demon power was still very rough. It should be due to thousands of years of accumulation, which Lu Yuan could not do. However, Lu Yuan's "sword control" has also improved. He can suddenly increase the sword's speed to the extreme, which can be said to have actual combat value.
After finishing the "Sword Controlling in the Sky" fight, Feng Jian Youxiang looked across the table with great interest, assumed the posture of "Powerful Vajra Palm", and struck with one palm.
However, Lu Yuan on the other side of the table just shook his head and did not accept the move... Today is the Lunar New Year, and he was in a low mood.
Youxiang seemed to notice something. She curled her lips, took her hand back, and continued reading.
"What does shaking s mean?" After a while, Feng Jian Youxiang suddenly raised his head from the book, looked into Lu Yuan's eyes and asked. Lu Yuan stumbled, really shocked by her question! "Why are you asking this all of a sudden? By the way, what book are you reading?!"
Feng Jian Youxiang shook her head, "I opened a small shop in the human world. The owner of the flower shop told me."
"Where is he now?" Lu Yuan asked curiously... Lu Yuan stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to go out! Damn, the main god here is unreliable. He didn’t give any warning when he appeared as a time traveler. Now someone actually wants to take advantage of our Youxiang? ! Lu Yuan didn't care about others, but now he regarded Feng Jian Youxiang as his own.
"In my sunflower field." Feng Jian Youxiang said lightly...
It is said that in the fragrant sunflower field, there is a corpse buried under each sunflower, both human and monster. When he heard her say that, Lu Yuan suddenly felt a chill on his back, and quickly made another pot of tea to warm his body.
Youxiang went in and went to the shelf, took down her more precious cup, and waited for Lu Yuan to pour her tea - Lu Yuan, being stingy, hid the cup again. She scanned around, selected the new sofa Lu Yuan made a few days ago, and sat down on it. Youxiang bounced on it, twisted her body, and found a comfortable position casually, lying down on her side like a queen.
"Very good, give me one."
"Hey, this is not a furniture store!"
"Promise, add this."
How many things did you add to your agreement? ? Was that agreement specifically made to rob me? ! You are shaking s, but I am not shaking m!
Just when Lu Yuan felt crazy, as if he wanted to hear something, You Xiang turned around and said seriously: "What does shaking mean? You haven't told me yet."
"Look at your lying posture, does it look like an S shape? This is shaking." Lu Yuan replied seriously.
Youxiang stared at Lu Yuan's eyes carefully for a long time, then lowered her head to drink tea and said, "You lied to me."
Are your eyes a lie detector? ! (To be continued...)
