For a long time, Jing Hao firmly believed that the mage did not even have a friend because of her strange personality and poisonous mouth, and the help she had this belief was that she had lived in the Tower of Death for four or five years, and had never seen a single person who came to her door.

But now.

She stood under the thick tree and frowned at her little vegetable puddle, the lettuce that had been cultivated after many trials had been gnawed into a mess, and a few small plum blossom-shaped footprints scattered on the side firmly proved that the murderer was not the voice control bird she had wronged in the beginning.

Plum footprints? Felines?

But it seems that the fox belonging to the canine family is also a plum footprint?

The fourteen-year-old girl has grown into a girl, her burgundy knee-length hair hangs down at her side, and her snow-jade face is even fairer and more transparent, her deep facial features are dotted with mottled sunlight leaking from the treetops, and the unconsciously tilting her head when she is confused brings out a bit of temptation.

Wordless, subtle, people can't help but want to pinch her face twice.

It's best to make a mark and label it so that you know who it is.

Maxwell leaned against the window and looked in her direction, letting go and throwing the thing in his hand that had been crushed into powder by the unconscious force he had just done just now to the ground, leaving no trace when the wind blew.

There can be no rush.

Otherwise, as soon as he makes a move, he will scare people away, and he will be the one who suffers.

Just as he was about to retract his gaze to find something to do, the little girl who had just taken a breath away from his gaze exclaimed with joy, and her tone rose as if she had seen something in her heart.

In the air fluctuations that he could perceive, the little girl bent over, cautiously reaching out to take something into her arms, and even the outstretched hand trembled slightly with excitement.

She had a similar reaction before, when he changed into a half-demon form due to exhaustion.

Excited, amazed, delighted, every cell in the body is telling of total love.

Originally, it was the half-demon state he hated the most, weak, ugly, and light, which distinguished him from humans. But because of the feelings she showed at that time, it was rare that he didn't curl up in the dim room and wait for the semi-demonization to pass.

But it was never revealed to her since.

And now she is showing the same love as before.

Maxwell turned his head, and Jinghao under the big tree couldn't help but hug the little fox in his arms, suppressed the excitement of saying goodbye to the furry and crazy scream in his heart, and used the most comfortable force to help Shun Mao go down its back.

The little fox, who was still a little resistant, instantly stretched her body and rubbed it in her arms delicately.

The fox eyes, which were long and charming but not fully unfolded because they were still young, were more like round glass balls at this time, and after looking at her seriously for a while with the tilted head, he suddenly stretched out his tongue and licked her fingers that touched her hairy triangular ears flatteringly.

Deep in the throat came a "whining" sound that is characteristic of small animals when they are flattering, and there was a milky smell when I listened to it.

The triangular ears that were originally erect were also lowered a little because they were relaxed, like two small planes ready to take off.

It's so cute, it's really cute!

Jing Hao couldn't help but want to cover her heart and scream, she had never had any resistance to these furry creatures, even if she felt the little fox licking her hand and walking down, and when she swept her palm to her wrist, she didn't have the idea of withdrawing her hand.

She didn't withdraw her hand, the whole person flew into the air, and the hand that subconsciously hugged the little cute thing in her arms was forced to spread, and a handkerchief flew into the air, wiping her licked fingers viciously with vigorous anger.

The little fox, which had no support, fell to the ground without any suspense, and smashed it with a loud "bang".

Jing Haoxin was pinched and hurt, and turned his head to glare at the culprit, Master Mage, "Let me go." ”

Maxwell glared at the weak fox demon on the ground who wanted to be coquettish and pitiful at the sight of the situation, and with an absolutely coercive look, the little fox demon shrank back and ran towards the depths of the forest, the flexible limbs that swayed quickly obviously showed no signs of injury.

Jing Hao was dragged back to the castle through the window, and before she could struggle, Maxwell sat down on his lap, took the hand she had just licked, changed her handkerchief, and carefully wiped the fingernails.

"He was courting you just now, and if you let him lick his wrist, you're granting his request."

The last few words have already been gritted teeth, if the rather clever little fox just now is not fast enough, I am afraid that there will not be even a complete fox skin left there.

Jing Hao was still thinking about the picture of the little cute thing being thrown down at a height of more than one meter, and he was not injured and ran fast in a smoke, and he didn't shake it for a while and said "ah", "He's courting, licking his wrist is a promise?" ”

She thought for a moment before she was sure that a normal fox should not have this step, "That was a fox demon just now?" ”

Originally, when she saw that the little fox could enter and exit the Tower of Death, where the mage could not even fly in, and steal the lettuce she planted, she considered the kindness of the same kind, but she didn't expect that it would be closer in species.

But a young fox demon?

Jing Hao's automatic brain made up the face of the soft and cute little doll and the pointed ears and tail of the little fox that he had touched just now, and another voice in his heart began to shout wildly.

Before she could scream a few times, Master Mage couldn't help but pinch her chin and turn her face to face herself, "Don't think, don't see him become human, only look at me." ”

Jing Hao was a little surprised to hear him say the first half of the sentence, she thought that she didn't show much emotion on her face when she was thinking about seeing the little fox demon in her heart just now, and she was really a little embarrassed after being seen through quickly.

But after listening to the second half of the sentence, she raised her eyebrows, and then picked up the words that were half joking and half teasing, "I can only look at you," she stared at the mage's silver-white pupils, and looked at herself with a little malicious smile on the corner of her mouth that was clearly reflected inside, "Are you sure you will show me?" ”

It's not that she hasn't mentioned yì before, and she has been rejected and despised without exception, and now she says that it's more of a joke.

As a result, Maxwell calmly looked at her for several minutes, and suddenly took her hand, which had just been licked and rubbed a little red, and pressed it on his head, and slightly turned his gaze away from her.

"You can only look at one ear."

As soon as his words fell, Jing Hao felt that his palms were scratched a little itchy by the hair, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he saw a lonely white triangular ear emerging from the place where she pressed, like a new bamboo shoot after a spring rain, growing a little fast.

The lonely ear seemed to be impatient after it was almost gone, and it popped out in one fell swoop, and the tip of the triangle shook slightly, standing up on guard vigilantly.

Then, slowly, in her gaze, which was scorching through the July sun, a little bit of pink.

Eighty percent of the ears have become red, but fortunately there are white fluff to block them.

The mage did what he said, and he really only had one ear on his head, and under the slightly weird visual sense, it was even more weird and intense that the lonely ear was more scarce and more cute.

Jing Hao let out a low-key wolf howl in his heart, and shot at that ear as fast as lightning.

The touch is too good to say.

It's even better than the little fox demon with young fur just now.

Isn't it true that Master Mage has the same proud achievements in how to take care of his hair as he does in terms of painting, cooking, carpentry, etc.?

In terms of results alone, it seems to be true.

Jing Hao touched the hard-won fluffy ear with satisfaction, and Maxwell, who didn't notice that his face was still a little bad, gradually soothed his face, put his arms around her waist, and held the person firmly on his lap.

To facilitate the touching of their ears, they even moved closer.

Maxwell smelled the familiar and unfamiliar smell of the person in his arms, he gradually got used to the feeling of holding people in his arms when the little girl was nine years old, and before he enjoyed it for two years, the girl who grew up began to refuse such hugs, and was occasionally forced to be held, and it was rare to have the well-behaved at this time.

If it weren't for today's weak fox demon, he really didn't know that the original ears and tail were still used for this.

Forget it, for the sake of his barely contribution, next time I'll allow him to wander around the periphery.

The calculation in the mage's heart crackled, and he suddenly felt the warm fingers in his ear socket touch carefully, and he couldn't help but tremble all over, and a stirring spirit retracted his red ears.

"Okay, I can't touch it."

Jing Hao put away his hand stupidly, although he was still a little reluctant, he also knew that this treatment was already rare today, and he was ready to stand up from the mage's lap after moving his feet.

If you sit for a long time, you should have numb legs, right?

As soon as she lifted a little weight, a large fluffy and fluffy tail emerged from the back of the mage, and the flexible tail tip rubbed quickly in the palm of her hand, and the residual touch was definitely not inferior to her ears.

Maxwell coughed lightly, his completely calm voice suppressed his little invisible weakness, and regained the arrogance and confidence of the crowd, "Even if it's the tail, you have to know that it's my best." ”

As he spoke, his best tail was already moving nimbly between her still fingers, wrapping through the gaps between her fingers, and the last remaining tip hung quietly in her palm.

It's so good to the touch.

Jing Hao touched her hair a few times, but she still couldn't help asking, "Maxwell, have you even studied how to take care of your hair?" ”

The mage-sama, whose intentions were once again realized, snorted haughtily with his nose, "I said, I can think of everything you can think of. ”

His time was too long, and he always needed something to pass the time.

Jing Hao touched it a few more times, "Then my future hair will also be handed over to you." ”

In fact, since she came to the Tower of Death, the surrounding Qiē has basically been surrounded by the mage, and the basic thing that needs to be done by herself is basically only the most basic eating, drinking, sleeping and breathing.

Maxwell replied in a nasal voice again, and after a short pause, he seemed to casually start the subject, "I've recently learned another skill, and I'll show you it in a little while." ”

He said "show" in a high-spirited and uplifted tone, full of ambition.

Jing Hao pinched the tip of the tail in his hand, and did not hear the secret meaning in his tone, but replied dispensably.

The rare psychic book in the corner that was not dusty drew circles silently, shaking the pages that were even more pitiful after being threatened, and felt that he was no longer the pure self he used to be.

So, why the hell does it need to know everything!