Wakaba was overjoyed when she heard Louise let herself up, and she was about to stand up, thinking that there was no reason for Churuk to hold on to herself. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The truth tells him, boy, you're too young...

Truuk grabbed Wakaba's left arm and dragged it down, tied Wakaba who stood up half of his body firmly to his side, and said to Louise righteously:

"Wait, he may be your demon, but he's even more personal. It's too bossy to prevent us from falling in love, isn't it?"

Churuk, who was concentrating on arguing with Louise, did not notice Wakaba's painfully distorted face.

Wakaba's face twitched, and he stared at Truuk deadly, and scolded in his heart:

MBD! You're letting go, me!

Louise looked at Wakaba's expression, and her heart moved, maybe she misunderstood Wakaba, and he didn't come here voluntarily.

Thinking of this, Louise's face looked a lot better, but Truuk's next move almost made her angry.

After Churuk finished speaking, he turned around and half-knelt on the ground to hold Wakaba's head, buried Wakaba's face in his own pair of plumpness, and said softly:

"That's right, Wakaba. ”

Wakaba broke free from Truuk's embrace with black lines, stood up in Truuk's stunned eyes, walked to Louise's side, and said expressionlessly:

"I don't want to be in love with you. ”

Truuk's face froze.

Louise looked at Truuk's sluggish expression and smiled triumphantly.

"Hear me, Truuk. Let's go, Wakaba. ”

With that, he turned around in a dashing manner, and with a flick of his long wavy pink hair, he swaggered out of Truuk's room like a proud peacock.

Ruoye followed behind Louise expressionlessly, leaving without a trace of nostalgia.

Truuk didn't react until the two left, the charm and figure he had always been proud of didn't work, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he looked at the open door and hummed unconvinced:

"Hmph, I haven't given up yet!"

・・・・・・

Of course, it was her business that Churuk didn't give up, and it had nothing to do with Wakaba and Louise.

Louise returned to her dormitory and pulled a smart face, closed the door, looked at Wakaba sitting in the corner and frowned:

"I don't care who you're associating with, but that woman can't. ”

Wakaba was a little surprised.

"Only?"

Louise snorted and explained:

"The Sherupster family and the Wariel family in Turuk have been incompatible enemies since the past, and it is a shame to be robbed of even a thread and a dog by the women of the Sherupst family, do you understand!?"

Is there a feud between the two families? No wonder Truuk has always been seen seizing every opportunity to taunt Louise.

Wakaba's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded expressionlessly.

"I see. ”

Louise saw Wakaba nodding, her face softened a lot, she walked to the dresser and sat down to take a sip of water, just said that she was thirsty, and then asked Wakaba:

"Why did you end up in Truuk's room? I heard from the kitchen that you had an arm injury, is it serious?"

When Wakaba heard this, she secretly said that this little girl is not the kind of person who doesn't care about the life or death of others...

But there was no expression on his face:

"If you get into it with her big red lizard, it will take about three months for her arm to fully recover. ”

It took 100 days to break the muscles and bones, but it took almost three months for the wound to recover.

Louise raised her thin eyebrows slightly when she heard this, and said with some surprise:

"It takes so long? Also, it's Shalamanda, not a lizard. ”

Wakaba nodded silently, no matter what it was called, how to call it by himself.

Louise exhaled, turned around and rummaged through the drawer of the dresser, and said suspiciously to Wakaba Fox:

"It's really useless, aren't you very powerful when you duel with Kisho?"

Wakaba glanced at the assault rifle that was now inferior to the burning stick and the pistol with less than one magazine, and shook his head with a wry smile and said:

"The weapon was temporarily unusable, and my arm was injured again, so I was taken away. ”

"That's it..."

Louise knew what was going on, and didn't say anything more, still looking for something in the drawer of the dresser by the dim candlelight, rummaging through all kinds of bits and pieces and not finding what she wanted, and couldn't help frowning and muttering to herself:

"Obviously put it here, why can't you find it?"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze, and a ray of reflection in the dark corner came into view, and he reached out and took out a small bottle of amethyst containing an unknown liquid, and immediately said with joy:

"Found it. ”

Then he turned around and walked in front of Wakaba, and said angrily to Wakaba:

"Expose the wound. ”

Wakaba looked up at the thumb-sized amethyst bottle in Louise's hand and asked suspiciously:

"Do what?"

Louise said impatiently:

"Show it if you want it, don't ask questions. ”

Wakaba twitched the corners of her mouth, and had to roll up her sleeves, revealing her left arm tied with white gauze, on which a small amount of blood was already oozing.

Louise gently pulled out the cork cap, and at the same time, a strange fragrance emanated from the crystal bottle, filling the room.

Louise then used her fingers to block most of the bottle, which was already smaller, and then pulled up Wakaba's arm, flipped her wrist, and shook it gently, and a little transparent liquid was evenly sprinkled on Wakaba's wound.

Wakaba suddenly felt that the wound was extremely itchy, and asked in disbelief:

"What is this?"

Louise wiped the liquid on her fingertips on Wakaba's gauze and corked the bottle steadily, before she snorted proudly to Wakaba:

"The secret medicine made by the alchemy master can quickly heal the wound, and the side effect is a little itchy. Thank me well, even nobles don't want to use this kind of thing every time. ”

Louise sat down in her chair and stared at Wakaba without blinking. She actually didn't tell the truth, this secret medicine is indeed precious, even if it is a fatal wound, it can be recovered in sufficient amount, and its preciousness can be imagined, but because of the side effects, the price is not too expensive compared to the nobles, as long as the nobles with a little financial resources can afford it.

The problem lies in the side effects, the wound is not an ordinary itch when repairing at high speed, and when using this medicine, the user will be immobilized to prevent himself from scratching the wound and causing secondary injury.

It's too wasteful to use this secret medicine for small wounds, and it's too itchy for big wounds, and the nobles usually keep it when they are seriously injured but don't have a doctor nearby, that is to say, this thing is a chicken rib, otherwise Louise wouldn't have thrown it into the cabinet at will, she didn't expect to use it on Wakaba today.

Louise deliberately didn't remind Wakaba, just to see Wakaba make a fool of herself, and of course she also took emergency measures, once Wakaba couldn't stand the side effects and scratched the wound, she knocked Wakaba unconscious.