I don't have to worry about the change or anything, the watermelon brought by the March Essence looks very big, and it quickly became a cucumber peel under the grabbing and gnawing while chatting while looking up at the stars and the moon. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Somehow Patchy was invited by the Loli to grab a dead branch in the open space and paint clay tablet paintings, Miss Aosaki watched while answering some strange questions to the little girls with wings from time to time, such as what brand of detergent the outside goblins used to clean the villa, etc., etc., etc., so that the outside guests were speechless.

Suika and I were still chatting on the porch floor, shaking our legs, "You seem to be familiar with Miss Cihuaxian?" ”

"Huh? Anyway, I can say that I am very familiar with it a long time ago. ”

"Very familiar is very familiar, why does she always seem to avoid you? And I don't think you have the passion to find her. ”

"Huh...... It wasn't like avoiding me, it might be a little awkward to meet, but it was her who was embarrassed. At that time, she and I were still the same, well, the same race, or the same clan or even relatives, but she gave up her own cultivation a long, long time ago because of some insurmountable obstacles, and went overseas to find another way to learn the arts, and the result of that guy's other faction seems to have broken through the obstacles that have been bothering her and even crossed the boundaries of the mundane to become a true immortal, so she is already different from what I know about her, and now I can't say that I am familiar anymore. ”

After listening to her, I thought about it again, and then understood it this way: "Is it like the temple sacrifice of the main god of Memphis, Seth, who betrayed his own beliefs, betrayed his own gods, and even turned his whole god into the high priest of the temple of Apollo in Delphi, and then became the true god of the god system?" ”

"That's right, your understanding is quite reliable, but is this the Egyptian way of thinking......" she suddenly leaned closer, "I'll tell you it, Alice, don't spread around, that guy is very careful and sensitive, and he is easily injured, even if he becomes an immortal, some innate traits probably won't change." ”

"......" It seems that I have unknowingly explored other people's privacy again, so I had to keep silent again, but fortunately, Miss Aozaki had already plunged into the circle of another group of little girls before Suika told me, so she did not inexplicably carry a confidentiality agreement that had nothing to do with her.

In the middle of my chat, Patchy asked the rest of the shrine Lori to find a new entertainment, only to see them compete to occupy the dirt floor outside the stone slabs in the shrine courtyard and hold stones and branches to learn primitive painting techniques, while Miss Aozaki seemed to be a judge, so Miss Patchy was free again, and she paced up to us, "You should teach them not to throw watermelon rinds in the yard." ”

"I'm not the mother of the little girls," she gave her a roll of her eyes, "I don't feel much when I don't worry about the things I have to worry about, but once I worry about it, I find that I can hardly take care of the education of those little girls...... "Speaking of which, I have to admire Teacher Huiyin, her perseverance is far beyond imagination."

"I have to admire you for saying such things with confidence." Patchy said sarcastically.

"What do you mean by 'something like that,' I don't think I'm wrong."

She looked away from her eyes staring at me, with a cold attitude of disdain for argument, and then asked, "Before March Jing appeared, I saw that you seemed to be ready to sit on the ground at any time, and I have a new understanding of the method of sending Miss Aozaki home?" ”

"Well," the woman's mind was really hard to figure out, and I decided not to care about the weirdness of Miss Patty's teleportation, and replied, "What's that...... Sitting on the ground to describe where did you learn it, cultivators are not so unsophisticated when they are in a trance, and besides, entering the country is so simple as you think, otherwise you will not be easily disturbed by the three goblins. ”

"So you still don't have much to gain?" Miss Witch really hit the nail on the head when she saw the problem, which is admirable.

"Don't worry about it, it's going to be fine, I'll personally escort Miss Aosaki through the barrier tomorrow, and I promise not to get headfirst on my feet," I asked instead in the face of her dead fish eyes full of suspicion, "You seem to like Miss Aosaki Maruko very much?" Although she is as easy as Miss Melly, you don't need to worry about it, right? ”

"Hmph," she looked away again, "since you don't understand, I won't say more. She turned around and walked back to the loli pile to criticize the little girls' graffiti.

"You're really too slow," Suika said, shaking her head as she said, "Miss Witch of the Red Devil Pavilion is obviously more worried about you." ”

"Hmm-" I rolled my eyes, "of course I know, hmph, so I said it to divert her attention and relax, so that she wouldn't waste her energy worrying about things that didn't need to be worried." ”

"It's obviously a dead tsundere, and there are quite a few reasons." After the shrine maiden No. 2 finished speaking, she ran away and didn't give me a chance to bully her.

I flew up to the roof and looked at the sparse starry sky and continued to be in a daze.

The excitement of the shrine lasted until almost midday, and the editor had gone back to her room to rest before she had been in a strange state of mind for a whole day and didn't have a long break at noon, and March was so noisy that she almost lost interest in new entertainment before saying goodbye to Orange Meow and Aneedle Myomaru and returning to Shenmu Villa.

"It's been a day when villains and outsiders have arrived, and there's not enough room to tidy up," reminded Cuika as she passed by me with a washbasin, "Alice will squeeze in with the guests of the Red Devil Pavilion for the night." With that, she jumped up and ran to the well to fetch water.

Glancing at Patty, she was the first to turn her head, and I could only confess first: "The bedding belongs to you, I happened to sit all night." ”

The result is naturally in exchange for a "hum" and a back kill, so why do I feel that the personality of this best friend who has been dating for decades is getting weirder and weirder? Miss Pacouli's transformation from a quiet aristocratic lady who used to barely express her opinion on topics outside the realm of magic to an ordinary girl who can talk to ordinary visitors from the outside world and play with little girls is strange to me in retrospect.

The most noticeable change in Miss Patchy, though, was the frequency of her tantrums with me. Playing with a little temper is an important sign of girlishness, I thought in my heart with a strange feeling.