Author: Three Fresh Meat Wonton

Yuan Zhi in the memory is so angry, but the situation in reality is not optimistic.

Kazuma Liuli, who had taken off her blindfold, originally wanted to do something, but she found that her book was also in the suitcase, so it was quite troublesome to take it off.

At this time, most people will choose to look at the stewardess' calves or the scenery outside the window. However, the stewardess' calves' calves are not interested in the stewardess' calves because his own curves are not bad either.

As for the scenery outside the window, in order to take care of her sister, Kamema Liuli generously gave the seat beside the window to Arii.

Looking at the back of Arii's head in a hidden way, Kazumara Liuri thought that she didn't know Fujimaru Rika and was controlled by the King General. She was still a distorted brother, but she was determined to take revenge on her brother.

My disgust for Airi probably started from that time.

Seeing Yuan Zhisheng taking care of a woman he didn't know and spoiled her like a family member, looking at Airiyi, Liuri, I couldn't help but think of myself before, the small town in the mountains, the few happy times in my life, the past of myself and my brother.

When he thought that Yuan Zhisheng would forget everything about himself, eat inferior meal replacements, and happily play every family with the girl named Airiyi, he was disgusted.

Disgusting, disgusting! (refers to)

At that time, Kazumaru's impression of Ai Rii was probably "his own meal replacement", "a follower beside his brother", "a stupid woman who looks very weak and has no self-management ability."

Later, when I met Fujimaru Rika and understood the truth about the Hayashika and the fierce ghosts, I became an impression of "a meal replacement that will be abandoned soon", "an outdated female character", and "although I have blood ties, but I have nothing to do with me".

Then he witnessed Genjiso's prejudice against Airii with his own eyes, and understood that his brother was no longer a brother-controlled but a sister-controlled and a brother-controlled. He had a strong desire to protect Airii. Until everyone recognized his relatives with Uesugi, Kazuma Ruri could only pinch his nose and recognize that he had such a sister.

But it is a fantasy to ask him to completely eradicate those stereotypes and treat Erie with his own attitude towards Fujimaru Rika or Genjimatsu. It is just a fantasy, but it has become a "self-centered silly white sweet gangster lady"

Painted pear coat?

Brother's mission ()

When you go to China to reminisce about the past with Fujimaru Rika, you will be done with a little cooperation with the so-called dragon slaying mission.

What should I buy souvenirs? I heard that the tea in Yunnan in China is quite famous, but the tea in Fujian is also very powerful.

And just then-

"Um?"

Kazuma Liuri suddenly noticed the pulling feeling coming from one side of his body. He turned his head and found that at some point Airi had moved her eyes away from the window.

Those beautiful wine-red eyes looked at me quietly.

What are you doing? You're so scared.

"What's wrong?" Although he was full of malice, Kazuma Liuri's emotions were not exposed, so as not to be sued by Arii when she went back, and she had to be pinned on the bed by Yuan Zhisheng to talk about her life.

So he just had no feelings for him to ask.

"Is it impossible to open Coke?"

No matter how weak the imperial mixed-race species is, they will not be unable to open the Coke bottle, but I believe that Ai Riyi cannot hear such obscure jokes about illusion.

There is a kind of cold violence aesthetic.

But facing the man's cold face, Hui Liyi just replied with the same expressionless dullness, and shook her head gently in denied it like she was looking in the mirror with a facial paralysis.

She raised her arm, and the wide sleeves were also pulled. Her fair hands poked out from the bloated kimono, pointing to the scenery outside the window, and speaking softly.

"Clouds are beautiful. Do you want to see it?"

"."

Erie doesn't speak much, Kazumara Ryuri knows this. Even if Fujimaru Rika uses a spell to bind the too-irritating dragon blood in her body, the habits left before are not so easy to change.

Just like someone who has cut his hands with a fruit knife, it will still leave a psychological shadow no matter what, thinking about what to do if it cuts again.

So in a sense, when Erie is willing to speak, it is an act of her recognition of outsiders and releasing goodwill.

——At this time, most people choose to look at the stewardess' calves or the scenery outside the window.

It turns out that she is not that self-centered either.

Kameshima Liuri pursed her lips for a long time, her expression on her face changed a lot, and her mind was filled with strange melodies.

[Black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue, gray, yours, my, hers, ~]

After all, he sighed and then leaned a little closer to Airii.

"Look a little."

*

At this time, the perspective once again shifted to Shilan Middle School.

After Fujimaru Rika left, within a few minutes, Natsumi had gone from "Wuhuhuhu, how can I talk about this little brother named Lu Mingfei, so he couldn't stop his mouth" to "Why is this guy still talking and talking? Enough, is there enough story about Fujimaru Rika!"

"Speaking of this, my first encounter with the class monitor was a sunny start day—"

Enough, enough has been appreciated!

Xia Mi grinned and wanted to interrupt the other person, that was at this moment—

"Well, it's just right~ It seems that the person Xiaoxiang is looking for is still reliable."

The door of the student union room was opened again, and Fujimaru Rika, who had just left, walked back, but at this time she had already changed into the so-called deacon uniform, and her whole body was completely renewed.

If Fujimaru Takika loves loose sweatshirts and sports trousers on weekdays, then at this moment, she seems to be back to the heroic appearance of the Hokuchi Bajia.

Thumb (bold body bold)

bgm:白いスーツのテーマ

The slender but not thin body formed a straight and just delicious saucy, as if the curtain was opened, the stage slowly rose, and a lonely figure stood under the shadow.

The lights were all gone, leaving only the girl in front of her. Her orange hair was as chaotic as silver threads. The wind made the corners of her clothes fly, revealing some white wrists.

The playboy magazine that had been in my mind for more than ten minutes just now was fed a dog. Xia Mi only felt that the girl in front of her was the origin of everything and the center point that the light focused on.

The girl was so proud that she bent down gently, her elbows were slightly bent on her shoulders, and she performed a housekeeper gift that looked quite like that. The pure white gloves were a little dazzling color, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

"Miss~"

The deacon approached gently, and the breeze blew the hair on her forehead, with a citrus fragrance, and Natsumi also shook her eyes.

It was a European-style courtyard, with the grass shining with quietness as if it were a scroll. The wind came from afar, passing through the sea of ​​flowers and trees for a long and melodious way, allowing the dust to stain the portrait, adding a layer of ignorance to the halo, and adding a bit of impenetrable texture on the walls of the blue-gray villa.

She curled up in the spherical black branch cradle, with a pile of brown and yellow blankets under her body and behind her back. The girl stood beside her, her white gloves gently held one side of the cradle and exerted a little force. The right angle and force made her body sway, and she collided with romance and fragrance of flowers.

It is antique, pure and beautiful. What flows in her orange eyes is the spring water with cherry blossoms floating, and the golden tide sand flowing towards the skyline in a humming light tone.

Natsuya was almost sucked into the scroll, her vision began to twist with Fujimaru Rika as the center, and finally shedding

"I am your exclusive deacon, you can call me ~ Sebastian!"

Black Deacon, you?!

With a bang, the hallucination was shattered.

As the girl was funny and flirted with her hair, the iron T-hair that was originally stylish suddenly became a rock band style. The girl was as exaggerated as an actress in the stage drama, and the contradictory feeling of four-dimensional characters arose naturally.

And this action finally made Xia Mi escape from the hallucination.

It seemed as if the drowning man was rescued, she quickly gasped, but her mentality also changed.

Well, I should have known it long ago.

Xia Mi can guide others like an accurate machine. For her, interactions with humans are a galgame. Everyone's favorability is visualized, and what she can do is a fixed option.

Before she met Fujimaru Rika, she said "knowing each other", "showing off" that she was a mixed race, "gaining trust", "creating a crisis", and "and then sacrificed her life to save Fujimaru Rika in the "crisis".

She is the Dragon King.

Whether it is the suspension bridge effect or the contrast effect, she plays very well!

No one can reject himself.

However, when conceiving these plans, Miss Dragon King did not consider her emotional fluctuations within the influencing factors of the plan.

After all, how could I, Ye Mengjiade, like humans! It's not the shameless and lustful dragon king of my brothers and sisters.

——When these thoughts flashed through her mind, she felt a little guilty.

Miss Xia Mi's mind began to change.

If she was thinking just now, as the Dragon King who knew the truth of the world, in order to live a peaceful life, she must join forces with all forces to kill the damn Odin, so she had to compromise and get closer to humans a little.

Then now it is-

OK, I'm showing up.

I have a little bit of it (better than fingers) and I'm greedy for this woman named Fujimaru Rika.

It's so easy to use and good-looking, it's a five-star character in galgame!

People always give in, and so do dragons.

The clean and tidy King Arthur's way of being a minister made Fujimaru Rika feel her charm as a king - this path probably won't work.

That.

Why not leave Gilgamesh type?

The arrogant king has always claimed that he is noble and noble than the dragon. In the end, he got along with the alchemy doll that Norton had somehow made.
To be continued...