Gresha only came to see Mo Yingge once and then left in a hurry. Apparently she still had something to do.
So Mo Yingge turned his attention to Yizhisha, who was a good god.
"Why are you looking at me like this? It's my beauty that astounds you?" Yizhisha laughed, with a hint of evil in her smile.
"Is Edith yours? Are you the mastermind behind the turmoil in Alpine Academy?" Mo Yingge asked her.
Yi Zhisha did not answer, but looked at Mo Yingge with her cunning eyes, with a smile on her face that even the veil could not cover.
"You are here just to save Hecasa. It turns out that all this is your plan." Although Mo Yingge hated her, he still had to marvel at Yizhisha's plan.
Yi Zhisha left the Hall of the Gods, leaving Mo Yingge alone.
The Alpine Academy and the Parthenon had a long-standing feud. Iris inherited this hostility and used Yulei and Edith to severely defeat the Alpine Academy, and then easily fought against the First Ouzhou. The clan established a friendly alliance and received a powerful boost.
The most amazing thing is that when all this happened, the "corpse" of Yisha herself was still lying in the coffin.
This kind of scheming and planning is something Mo Yingge does not possess. Of course, she does not need these. Who dares to mess with her again? Send her home with a forbidden curse!
Mo Yingge didn't know whether to tell Blanche this, so she went to inquire about the wooden house where Blanche lived, and took the sleigh of the Holy Inquisition Court.
After knocking on the door of Blanche's house, Blanche asked and invited Mo Yingge to come in.
It was very cold outside, and the wind and snow in the Alps roared endlessly, but it was exceptionally warm inside the wooden house. The fireplace was burning brightly, and it could illuminate this clean and comfortable room even without lighting.
Apart from anything else, the Holy Inquisition did a good job in receiving people, except that it had to be located in this extremely cold place.
"What's wrong? Aren't you going to rest?" Blanche closed the door behind her.
"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?" Mo Yingge winked at her and smiled slightly.
"Of course I welcome you. I still have a lot of things I want to ask you." Blanche said.
Blanche pulled Mo Yingge to sit on her wooden bed, and she went to the fireplace to make some tea to warm herself.
There were no lights on in the wooden house, and the firelight burning in the fireplace reflected Bran's enchanting figure on the wooden wall on the other side, revealing a different kind of beauty.
This great beauty changed into the dress Mo Yinge lent her. Originally, Blanche had not planned to go out again, so she was now wearing a pair of thin silk pajamas.
That is to say, the arrival of a familiar woman like Mo Yingge made her unwary and she forgot to change it.
Mo Yingge looked at the graceful and swaying figure, and then his eyes fell on Blanche's long legs. He slowly looked up and saw that the real figure was far more moving than the firelight reflected, and his appearance was also amazing. , a pair of eyes as beautiful as the bright moon, always looking at the beauty inadvertently.
This is a woman who is like an elf in the snow-capped mountains, clean, pure, and free from any impurities!
Her cultivation level is also very powerful. Although it is not as good as her own, it is still terrifying enough. Not only the four elements of minor super level, but also the main light element, her cultivation level is even higher.
You must know that Blanche has been practicing hard in the Alps and has almost never set foot in the outside world. Although hard training is the best way to accumulate cultivation, in fact, experiencing combat is the "shortcut" to seeking breakthroughs. Simply rely on Her own cultivation has improved her cultivation to this level. Blanche is worthy of being hailed as the best magician in the Alpine Academy in the past thirty years. The only one who can rival her is Heidi, but she seems to be stuck. On the threshold of super level.
While Mo Yingge was admiring the beauty making tea, she secretly admired her in her heart. But for some reason, she felt that Blanche's movements were a bit strange and seemed a bit awkward and not very coordinated.
"Sorry, maybe I haven't had a good rest recently, or maybe I was cold when I came here. I seem to be a little sick." Blanche also noticed that Mo Yingge had been staring at her, thinking that she had noticed her. situation, so he explained.
Mo Yingge was a little surprised and said, "Are you sick?"
"Well, it's just a low fever. I've already drank some orchid tea. I should be fine after I take a nap." Blanche came over with tea, bent down slightly, and handed a tea cup to Mo Yingge.
She knew that Mo Yingge was a very powerful fire mage, so she didn't specifically cool down her tea. The tea in her hand had quietly cooled down a lot.
"Ah, then I came at a really bad time, so I won't disturb you for now. You should rest early." Mo Yinge was very close to Blanche, and he also noticed that there was indeed something wrong with her. The fragrance was so fragrant, wasn't it? There was an inexplicable redness on her cheeks, it seemed that she was really sick.
"It's okay, I haven't even thanked you properly yet. Please drink some tea to warm yourself up first." Blanche spoke a little fast, and even the pronunciation of a few words was unclear.
After hearing this, Mo Yinge drank the still hot tea in one gulp. This was nothing to her, even drinking some lava was a small case.
She stood up and wanted to leave, letting Blanche take a good rest, but she was pushed back by Blanche.
Blanche looked at her with confused eyes while taking a few more sips of warm orchid tea.
After taking these few sips, Blanche found that her body became even hotter. The hot sip of tea passed through her throat and entered her stomach, then emitted into streams of hot steam, steaming every part of her body, making her head even hotter. Not to mention that I was dizzy, but when I looked at this beauty in front of me, my heart was beating hard!
Mo Yingge now realized that something was wrong with Blanche. How could this be a cold or a low-grade fever? You said it was more or less fine in F!
"No way, no way. No wonder Blanche is so indifferent to other men and usually keeps herself tightly wrapped. It turns out that she actually likes women?!"
"I should have thought of it a long time ago. This Alpine academy is full of women. It is reasonable for some weird XP to appear, right?"
"Damn it, should I obey at this time? Or should I hold her down with my backhand?"
As a Forbidden Curse Mage and at the pinnacle of the Nine Realms of spiritual power, Mo Yingge had thousands of thoughts in his mind. Then he slowly raised his head and said to Blanche with some embarrassment:
"Blancon, you have a fever. It's time to take a good rest."
"Well, there seems to be something wrong with me, I'm a little dizzy," Blanche said.
"Then go to bed quickly!" Mo Yingge said quickly.
"Well, you hate me, don't you? In fact, I want to talk to you again." Blanche did not let Mo Yingge leave, with an obvious reluctance in her tone. When she saw her getting up to leave, she stretched out her hand to hold her.
Mo Yinge was so disturbed that he actually touched her directly.
"Let's talk tomorrow. Good night, okay?" Mo Yinge was about to pull out his hand with some force.
When Blanche saw Mo Yinge anxiously about to leave, she felt extremely aggrieved. Her silver moon-like eyes were a bit sad, completely different from her usual ones, just like the look of a little girl. Little emotions.
Mo Yinge panicked. She was a person who was soft-spoken but not tough. She hated this kind of posture and eyes. She couldn't withstand this kind of "mental attack" at all.
She would rather fight that old clapper with Khufu again. Khufu's pyramid might not be as scary as this cabin!
"What's wrong with you? You don't seem to be feeling well? Why don't you stay and rest together." Blanche looked at Mo Yinge and asked stupidly.
The snow on the eaves fell off like clothes, making a rustling sound, and the fire crackled. The two people held hands and looked at each other lovingly. Even their breathing could be heard clearly because they were so close.
Mo Yinge turned his head. Blanche's current appearance was really too foul. If she were a man, he would definitely be unable to bear it now and have her executed immediately!
"That. I already have my heart set on belonging."
I don't know if his brain was cramped, but Mo Yingge suddenly said these words.
"Ah? What are you talking about? I didn't ask you this crow?" Blanche said with a breath of hot breath.
"Then what did you ask?" Mo Yinge was also confused. Did Blanche say anything just now?
"Let me ask you, don't you like me?" Blanche was obviously a little confused.
She suddenly rushed towards Mo Yingge, and the tea cup in her hand fell. Mo Yingge subconsciously caught her, and the tea cup was also teleported to the table in mid-air.
Mo Yinge's figure was also extremely tall, and she stood out compared to some men. Blanche just fell into her arms, and the nephrite was fragrant in her arms. She finally couldn't help it anymore, and grabbed Blanche. Throw it on the bed, throw away her slippers, tuck her into the quilt and wrap her up.
At this time, if Mo Yinge hadn't reacted yet and Blanche was in a bad state, then she could just find a piece of tofu and kill her.
This was definitely not a cold or fever, nor was it what she had guessed before, but someone had given her medicine!
"Don't let me know who it is!" Mo Yinge was so angry that he bit his silver teeth.
But then again, who is so capable that he dares to drug Blanche, and it is such a clear drug? If he really wants to attack her, what kind of poison would not be better than this thing?
Or is that person just here for his body?
But during this period of time, Blanche has been with herself and others, so she is not afraid of taking advantage of others?
"What crow are you talking about?" Blanche asked Mo Yingge in a daze. Then she started talking to herself again and said, "Oh, I seem to have said something strange to you."
She was wrapped in the quilt by Mo Yingge, and her beautiful eyes stared at Mo Yingge like a little girl, with shyness, expectation and a bit of confusion.
Mo Yingge couldn't help but sit down, turned sideways and used slender fingers to tuck Blanche's messy hair behind her ears, and felt the tenderness on her face.
"Get some sleep. You'll be fine when you wake up. Sleep well and don't run around." Mo Yinge coaxed her in a coaxing tone.
"Okay~" Blanche nodded obediently, but kept staring at Mo Yingge. After a while, she said expectantly: "Can you come with me?"
This made Mo Yingge couldn't help but touch his hair, and subconsciously made a circle with his fingers at the ends of his long hair.
Mo Yingge was really worried about leaving Blanche alone in her current situation. It would be troublesome if she ran out on her own.
"I'll guard you outside." Mo Yingge said to her softly.
"Is it okay to stay in there? I'm a little scared. I haven't been sick like this for a long time." Blanche secretly stretched out a hand and grabbed the corner of Mo Yingge's clothes.
Looking at Blanche, who was curled up in the bed like a kitten, Mo Yingge was suddenly touched. He didn't know how the tall and mature woman turned into such a petite, cute and cute appearance. She was wrapped up in a hurry. Under the quilt, the beauty's fragrant shoulders and delicate collarbones were slightly exposed, making her look extraordinarily weak and making people feel an irresistible desire for protection.
"Okay, okay, I'm really scared of you." Moyinge touched her hot face and played her a lullaby with the sound of his thoughts.
"Good night." Blanche murmured.
"Sweet dreams." Mo Yinge pulled up the quilt for her.
The wooden bed was not small. Although Blanche had an attractive figure, she looked a bit petite when she huddled up, leaving a large space for Mo Yingge. She happened to be a little tired, so she took off her shoes and leaned on it. Meditate at the bedside
For her, daily meditation is just a habit. Except when she wants to make a breakthrough, meditation alone has almost no effect. It is not that it has no effect, but it is too small.
But Mo Yinge still insisted on doing daily meditation, once in the morning and once in the evening. This was her habit during her ten years as a magician.
In fact, meditation is not very useful at high levels. The mental power of a high-level magician is enough to maintain uninterrupted meditation all day long, but it is impossible for people to just shut up and do nothing 24 hours a day. Eye meditation.
Many times, meditation is used as a way for senior mages to regulate themselves. A little meditation can keep you in good spirits throughout the day. It is really a must-have for staying up late and working overtime!
Moderate meditation is beneficial to the body and mind, but excessive meditation is wasteful. If conditions permit, Mo Yingge would still prefer to have a good sleep and rest.
In the dead of night, there were only two even breathing sounds in the wooden house, intertwined in the gradually extinguishing firelight of the fireplace.
In the early morning, Mo Yingge felt a warm breath hitting his face, and slowly opened his eyes.
Their eyes met instantly.
"Ah, you're awake." Blanche was startled, and like a little girl who had done something wrong, she instantly retracted her head into the quilt.
Mo Yingge shook her head, she had woken up, but she didn't know when a quilt was put on her body. She felt a slight soreness on one thigh, and then she saw that there was a small head bulging slightly under the quilt. Apparently that was the "culprit."
"Blancon, do you use me as a pillow?" Mo Yingge said angrily.
"Hehe. Maybe it's a little cold at night. Who made you so warm?" Blanche replied from the quilt, her voice was quite charming.
