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"Yawn!" On the way back, I sneezed inexplicably, and a chill enveloped my body deeply, causing me to subconsciously hug my body tightly and shudder.

Have you caught a cold? Although it has already entered winter, the place in Kurast and the vast virgin forest are just like the equator in the original world. They are hot and humid all year round and rainy all year round. If you look for someone who was born and raised here and has never been outside,

If you ask the Kurasts or elves, they will definitely not know what snow is.

What I mean is that even in winter, the temperature here is not too low. Is it possible to catch a cold? Does it mean that my physical fitness has dropped below the average person?

"Xiao Fan must have done something bad and someone stabbed his spine in the back." The little ghost opened her mouth and told the truth that I didn't want to admit. Haven't the adults taught her that some words should be kept in her heart and let it rot?

In the last life? This poisonous tongue needs to be cured.

"What's missing is that how could someone like me, the savior of the alliance, a man in the camp, and the five good princes of the elves, do bad things and be resented by others?" I quickly denied.

"Little Vilas, little Linya, little Sarah, the annoying Amazon, the shameless fox, and little Alto..." The little ghost counted them one by one with her fingers, but she hadn't finished speaking yet.

It was as if I had been poisoned by the five poisonous love flowers. I fell to the ground and rolled around, wailing again and again.

"Stop talking! Please stop talking! Noble and great Saint Alice!!!"

I already know, I already know how much I am hated by others, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t say it out loud. Damn it, is it so difficult for me to live in my dream for one more second? It has to remind me of those goddess fans in the Alliance and Elves.

Group?!

"Anyway, it's a good thing you don't have a fan club. You are worthy of being my saintly lady." I got up from the ground unsteadily, and patted the little ghost on the shoulder, showing a hearty smile.

"Wow! I'm being ridiculed." The little ghost showed a troubled look, isn't it? As mortals, Vilas and the others have countless fans behind them, but she, the saintly lady who should be worshiped by all people, has none. This

What an irony, it is clearly saying that she, a saint, is pitiful and does not even have a devout believer.

"Don't worry. I will always be your devout believer." I patted the little ghost on the shoulder again and smiled even brighter.

"Nonsense, Xiaofan has never been loyal to me." The little ghost sighed and showed a gloomy look, as if he was a princess who had perished.

"Who said no?" I widened my eyes.

"This saint has no strange memory of Xiao Fan kneeling down and praying devoutly in front of this saint."

"Yes, I have."

"Liar!"

"Don't deny it right away, it really does happen."

"Then Xiaofan, tell me. When did it happen? Could it be that this saint's memory is already worse than Xiaofan's?"

"While in bed."

"Wow!" The little ghost looked troubled and didn't know what to say.

"Have you forgotten this? It's a pity that I knelt so religiously in front of you that my whole upper body was prostrate, but you turned a blind eye."

"It's not in front of me, it's on my body." The little ghost puffed up his mouth and said angrily.

"Absolutely."

"Almost like your sister, but not even close!"

"Obviously every time you do that, you are so excited and incoherent that you even shed tears and drool, and then forget about it in the blink of an eye. It's so heartless." I pretended to be sad and wiped away tears.

"Stop talking, you stupid pervert and exhibitionist Xiao Fan!" Even with the little ghost's AT position of being neither shy nor impatient, he couldn't withstand my attack. With a squeak, he pounced on me with his teeth and claws bared, and bit me on the neck.

"Stop... No, shut up! I finally beat you in a quarrel, and this is what you do? Be careful, I will bite you if I lose!" The little ghost screamed after being bitten, and I yelled, hoping to get her.

Stay calm.

"It makes the lazy wolf grow old." (Just let the horse come over.) The little ghost said vaguely and provocatively while biting my neck.

"If you say that, I won't be polite." I snarled, looking around.

This little ghost jumped up and bit my neck without any precautions. In doing so, her own neck was exposed to my eyes. As long as she lowered her head and bit down hard, she could let this ghost know something.

It's called treating others in their own way.

No, it can't be, not everyone has sharp teeth like Little Ghost.

All in all, bite first and then talk.

I opened my mouth slightly and looked at the white, beautiful and lightly scented neck in front of me, but I couldn't take a bite.

Forget it, I deserve to be bitten by this little ghost for the rest of my life.

With a sigh, I gave up struggling and let the little ghost hang around my neck, grinding my teeth.

However, the pain in my neck disappeared immediately.

The little ghost let go of his mouth, raised his head, and looked at me unblinkingly with his pure silver eyes.

"Why don't you bite?"

"I can't bear to part with you." I touched her forehead gently with my forehead and said helplessly.

"Hey hehe~~~"

"You smile so stupidly, you idiot ghost."

"Don't speak ill of this saint." The little ghost lowered her head angrily and opened her mouth to bite. Just when I was about to take it, she stuck out her tongue and gently touched the tooth mark she just left.

Licking gently.

"Puppy Saint." I couldn't help but stroke her head and said with a smile.

"I want you to take care of it." The little ghost turned his head and rolled his eyes at me, and continued to lick.

"Don't be like this, I'm so embarrassed." We are still halfway there. Although this is the Crystal Tree, except for the patrolling knights, we basically won't encounter other people, but if we are bumped into by someone, it will be terrible.

"Humph, Xiaofan is not delicious at all, I will quit this job." The little ghost, whose face was also slightly red, finally raised his head and said with a proud look on his face.

"Yes, yes, I'm not delicious at all. Only the Holy Lady is delicious. I will eat you when I get back."

"[Idiot Xiaofan eats a ghost body cannonball from this saint] like this?"

"It's better to spare me this one. I'm really going to die."

"Humph~~~" Finally the game was won. The little ghost walked around me in a half-circle in a light and triumphant manner. When he came behind him, he hung two slender white arms around his neck and let me carry him without permission.

Got her.

"Vilas and the others should have received the letter too. I wonder what they are doing now?" The little ghost murmured to himself as he recounted all his family treasures just now. It reminded me of the other girls.

This time, not only them, but Tamoya, Kaluge, Red and White Princess, Princess Wannian, and even Hilmanya all received my letter. Well, I admit, it was mainly because I was too busy at night.

I couldn't help but write a few more letters because my hands were itchy, and for some reason, I got so excited about painting in the form of Saint Moon and the Wise Wolf that I couldn't control it at all.

I originally thought that under such circumstances, Shengyue Xianlang should be self-taught in painting skills, but the reality is very cruel. Although the interest is very high, the things drawn... they can probably understand, so shameful,

If I had known I should have torn up those paintings, why did I just send them out together?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hold my head and scream, feeling that I had no shame to see the girls again.

"Xiaofan Xiaofan, where are you giving me a letter?" At this moment, the little saint hanging behind her became restless again, and maliciously pressed her plump breasts up, tut, tut, thinking that I would be like this

Are you convinced by the method? Let me tell you, that little girl Tia has launched such attacks on me many times, and her breasts are not smaller than yours, so I am already immune.

With a sneer in my heart, I took a deep breath of Haoran's righteousness, my eyebrows were like swords, and I shouted righteously: "Tell me, how much do you want, I'll just write it for you."

"Uh... I don't need the content, Xiaofan's handwriting is so ugly."

"Woo~~~" I felt like I had been pierced by ten thousand sharp arrows and trampled by a million horses.

"I want a painting like that."

"It's ugly anyway, why are you here?" I awkwardly refused.

"Collect it, use it to make fun of in the future... No, it's used to mourn Xiao Fan." The little ghost stuck out his tongue, secretly thinking that he almost spilled the beans.

"No... I'd rather you say it's fun. Do you really know what mourning means?" I looked up at the sky speechlessly.

"Idiot Xiao Fan is so verbose. Anyway, hurry up and draw for this saint." The little ghost seemed to have been prepared, and in the blink of an eye, he handed over the white paper and quill from behind.

"I know, I know, don't make trouble." Like a poor scholar carrying a book basket to Beijing to take the exam, I walked with a pen and paper in my hand, drawing something on it. The only difference was that the book basket behind me was a ghost.

Yes.

I casually drew a few strokes on the white paper. At that moment, it was like Ma Liang was reincarnated and Picasso was possessed. I completed a masterpiece in one fell swoop.

"Okay." I handed the painting back coolly.

"What is this?" The little ghost looked left and right, but no matter how he looked, he could only see a few faint handwritings.

"The picture is of you."

"Does Xiaofan mean to say that this saint is as pure as a piece of white paper?" the little ghost asked a little happily.

"No, because it's a ghost and you can't see it during the day, so I just drew a faint outline." I smiled deeply.

"Hit your face!" The little ghost immediately covered my face with the paper in his hand.

I promised to draw another picture for her after transforming into the Saint Moon Wise Wolf. I finally got rid of the entanglement of this ghost saint and was about to return to my residence.

As soon as I stepped through the door, the little ghost slithered away from my back, rushed into the kitchen, and washed the things he had been holding tightly in his hands.
To be continued...