Chapter 708 Lena? Cunning? The forgotten engagement!

When I returned to the entrance of the small tent of the Mage Guild, I saw that lonely figure exuding a faint white holy light, wearing a simple white robe, looking up at the sky with bare jade feet, shining in the night sky, like a beautiful and holy image

Portrait-like.

"Xiaofan~~~~~"

My first appearance broke this beauty, like the moon goddess Chang'e, the saintly lady who exuded an unattainable temperament, suddenly turned into the little ghost who acted coquettishly and complained about evil, doing all kinds of evil and lawlessness, and shouted loudly

, the glowing body rushed towards me like a cannonball.

Very good, the distance of one thousand meters is barely acceptable.

Seeing the other party turning into a shock wave and rushing towards my arms, I couldn't help but spread my arms with tearful eyes...

"Boom————"

With a routine dull crashing sound, the little saint in his arms flew dozens of meters away, rolled on the grass a few times, used himself as a blanket underneath, and finally stopped.

Like two corpses, they lay motionless on the ground. After a period of silence...

The little ghost lying in his arms finally slowly raised his head, gently held a strand of his glowing moon-colored hair in his hand, and kept teasing my nose, which was lying on the ground with my eyes closed.

I will endure!!

It's so sweet. As a powerful adventurer made of iron and bronze, do you think I can't even stand this little itch? Humph.

Resisting the urge to sneeze, I snorted secretly, coldly, lightly, indifferently, and disdainfully in my heart, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

"Is it useless? Really dead? But even though he is dead, his shoulders suddenly shrug..."

The haunting voice of a little ghost came to my ears.

Oops, I read too many pretense novels, and they actually exposed flaws for me to complain about. I exclaimed in my heart, but now the situation is so difficult that I can only continue to pretend.

"Really? It seems there is no other way but to use the next move."

Seeing that the sunflower acupuncture technique still couldn't make me "enlighten", the little ghost snorted, and the next moment there was a sudden sound of wind.

"I recruit, I recruit everything."

I suddenly stood up from the ground and avoided the little ghost's menacing punch. I hugged the little guy tightly in my arms and screamed sadly.

"What kind of twist is this! Why is it that one moment you are scratching your nose like a girl, and then you are serving with a violent woman's fists?! According to normal conditions, shouldn't the next step be to crack your waist or something like that?"

All my original predictions were shattered by the little ghost's violent turn. I looked at this little saint unwillingly. Is the heart of a girl really unpredictable? No, it should be said that it is.

"How could the plot of a young girl's love novel possibly appear in this saint?"

The little ghost sneered, then slapped his white and plump chest, sat on me, and pointed forward with a stern expression: "I am the iron-blooded saint who is about to lead the people of the Dark Continent to overthrow the dark rule of the hell forces!!

"

No, you are just a pure violent saint, I thought to myself.

"Then our Lady Iron-Blooded Saint, when you make such a powerful declaration, can't you change to a more majestic posture?"

I pointed at the little ghost riding on my waist and reminded me.

"What are you talking about? Isn't it natural for a saint to ride her own knight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was immediately met with a look of contempt from the other party: "You are such an idiot who doesn't even understand common sense."

No! You must have misunderstood it! How can you explain it to rationalize the saint riding her own knight? You little fool must have subtly misunderstood the meaning of the word "ride" in knight. This is not

Passive verb, bastard!!,

Since there are so many points to complain about, I don’t know how to complain.

The big eyes stared at the small eyes for a while, and then the little ghost suddenly made an explosive declaration.

"Does it hurt?"

She gently said these two words, which immediately moved me to tears. All the grievances in the past were washed away by these two words.

It's not easy. I have been hit by ghost shells so many times. I finally got this word.

"It hurts, it hurts quite a bit."

I shed painful tears, hoping that my pitiful appearance could awaken a trace of conscience in our Iron-Blooded Saint, and completely seal this strategic move in the long river of history and become a legend.

"You are too weak. As a knight of this saint, Xiaofan, you are far from qualified. You need more training."

"..."

It certainly awakened something inside this little saint.

Seeing my dejected look, the little ghost, with a saintly smile that made me feel like taking a breath of spring breeze or bathing in holy light, leaned down and touched my head gently and said.

"It doesn't matter, it's just like a girl's first night, it just hurts at the beginning."

"..."

A strong life requires no explanation—complaining about the Saint Alice.

Silently, I set a motto in my heart for this little ghost.

"Huh?!"

At this moment, the little ghost who was still lying on top of me as a "cavalry" suddenly noticed something. Her very deceptive face made others mistake her for a beautiful, noble, gentle and holy saint.

His face came up and he looked at my forehead carefully.

"Is there any...is there any problem?"

I felt guilty and covered my forehead with my hands, staring at him warily.

"Hmph~~"

The little ghost crossed his arms, his beautiful silver eyes that were as bright as the Milky Way in the dark night, looked at me like a famous detective, and from his cute lips, he softly uttered six words that almost made me lose my mind.

"Hickey, please be lenient if you confess."

"I...I did it."

I looked away in frustration, and I couldn't figure it out. Although I was kissed by Lena six times on the same spot on my forehead, the gentle contact shouldn't leave any kiss marks.

Anyway, this little ghost has already been instilled with me a lot of strange otaku knowledge, and it doesn't matter if I talk about it any more, so I poured out all the nonsense about sister control and sister power.

"Originally I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but I didn't expect Lena to actually believe it, ha~~ah haha~~~"

While giggling and saying haha, I was secretly on guard, waiting for the next wave of complaints from the little ghost.

"Only if you can believe it can there be ghosts."

The little ghost trembled his lips and muttered softly.

Being drowned by my own exaggerated cover-up laughter, I only saw the little ghost’s lips trembling slightly, but I didn’t hear what she said. Although I wanted to ask clearly, I was worried that the other party would start complaining because of this question.

Gate, so I wisely chose to keep my mouth shut.

The expected violent comments did not come, and the little ghost riding on her continued her mission as a famous detective. She crossed her arms with her arms folded, her index finger slightly bent, and gently rubbed her upper lip, as if thinking deeply.

Then, she poked her head down, and with this movement, her long, straight and beautiful moon-colored hair fell on my face like a waterfall, blocking all sight. I could only feel the little ghost's breath on my face.

Smell lightly on your forehead.

Weiwei, are you a puppy?

"Are you really sure she only kissed six times?"

After sniffing with his little nose for a long time, the little ghost raised his head again, looked directly into my eyes and asked.

"I swear to Baal!"

I put my hands on the top of my head solemnly, and looked at the little ghost with sincere eyes without giving in.

"It's such a subtle oath. Forget it, I'll just believe you."

The little ghost showed a troubled look and said this. Suddenly, the detective's mind suddenly flashed again, as if he thought of a key clue, then pointed his finger and said something like "There is only one truth."

Her eyes moved up and down, and finally fell on my lips.

"Do...what?"

To be honest, having a stunningly beautiful girl staring at my lips made me feel weird. Normally, it would be the other way around, and I would be staring at her seductive lips with fascination. Sure enough, it was the same with this little girl.

When ghosts are together, weird things can happen.

Without answering, the little ghost used actions to confirm her guess. With a charming movement, she gently pushed aside the long hair next to her cheek, then lowered her head and kissed her gently.

That wet and slippery little tongue kept licking on it as if it was tasting something.

Hey, hey, can I say this is sexual harassment?

Feeling the sweetness and softness on my lips, my brain still didn't forget to complain, and then I let out a sleepy bang, opened my mouth, and was about to take the naughty little tongue outside, but unexpectedly the other party suddenly raised his head, leaving only

The faint girlish fragrance lingers on my lips.

The little ghost seemed to be tasting something strange, and kept thinking about the kiss just now.

“As expected~~”

Finally, she whispered softly, and then stared at me.
To be continued...