Morissa is not such an easy person to succumb, the practice of turning the horns is one of her few hobbies, or she would not risk her life to hire someone to investigate the sewers, after staying for a while, she didn't know what to remember, suddenly jumped up from the bed, rubbed her hat on, covered the scarf, lifted the corner of her clothes and turned around left and right, looked at herself, made sure that she was dressed correctly, and went out.

"What is this little guy up to now?"

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, I saw Morissa's small figure speeding past the courtyard.

Do you want to sneak out to eat?

"Don't worry, it won't."

As if seeing through my thoughts, my sister said very confidently, obviously they have only been together for less than a day, why can she use a decisive tone that has already understood Morissa's thoughts, anyway, I am also the master who has been with Morisa for many months, why do I have an irrefutable sense of identity with my sister's judgment? Is it true that only women can truly understand women?

Unwillingly turned around, I saw the culprit who stirred up Morissa, my sister, lying on the wide and comfortable rattan chair in a sexy posture as if nothing happened, the ten little toes raised high at will, scattered with a suffocating white and slender halo, as if the green jade ten fingers that never touched the spring water, were flipping through a magazine of similar size and shape to a women's fashion weekly with elegant movements, and the corners of her mouth were pursed as if she was smiling on her soft and beautiful face. The cold and arrogant sea-blue eyes made her noble aura even stronger.

Many people may wonder about the magazine in her hand, but in fact, this kind of thing is often seen in adventure bars, adventurers can flip through it when they are bored, and if necessary, the bar owner can give you a copy. It's just that because of the expensive paper, the cost of this kind of procedure is worth a lot, but this amount of money is nothing to me who has a mob consciousness, so every time I go to a tavern, I will habitually ask for a copy, and thus accumulate a thick stack.

Of course, the content in it can't be an introduction to food, jewelry, electrical appliances, tourism, transportation, etc., but some gossip and gossip about the high probability of adventure, such as which team is how, which area suddenly increases the number of monsters, etc., and one point is absolutely indispensable for adventures that like gossip. That's the ranking of the strength of the various adventure teams in Lugoin, although the ranking method is not fair, and many adventures scoff at it, and it is a joke. For the very top of the rankings, though. But few people dared to question it, and there was no doubt that this person was Sister Sharna, who was sitting in front of me.

As for my information, I was a little curious to pay attention to it, as the ranking method of adventure bars varies from city to city. So my strength is probably between 2-8 places, looking at the lonely short number on the leaderboard, one of the three heroes of Lugoin, a mysterious and powerful transformation druid, dressed in a black cloak and wearing a blue helmet of excellence. To this day, no one knows his appearance or name. I enjoyed the feeling of being in a high place, and then again, if I were to disguise myself as a passer-by to sell my message to the tavern, I don't know how much it would be worth.

And the other identity, that is, the priest, of course, cannot appear on the leaderboard, no matter how much you dream and admire this profession that has been lost for many years, no one will think how strong a priest is - at the same level, the priest can't even win the mercenary-level adventure, after countless heroic novels have been cited. It's been taken as a rule, and maybe it's true, but after looking at the little ghost's skill tree, I have a fairly good idea of the priest's ability to deal damage.

"In this way, dinner probably won't be able to be separated."

Looking at the small white figure in the distance, I moaned weakly with foresight. Lazily stretching. swayed to his own position on the rattan chair and lay down, holding his sister's petite body in his arms.

"It's just asking for it."

Sharna leisurely put down the magazine in her hand. hugged her backhand, raised her chin, but now that the other party was asleep, the sound of her breathing, gently brushed her eyes, itchy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile, and she closed her eyes one after another.

"Forget it, it's not bad to take a nap, there aren't many days like this, ......"

On the other hand, Morissa, who was about to start the "Last Holy War" at dinner, was now patrolling the street with a firm gaze and full of confidence, and her eyes did not deliberately stay on the shop that Adventure frequented, and after walking for a while, she stopped in front of a tailor's shop.

Morissa looked left and right with a weak heart, if she tore off the scarf, she would definitely see her little face that was gradually reddening, but it was a pity that the people around her did not have this eye blessing, unless there was perspective, otherwise the sight could only stay on her small but delicate figure at most, in fact, most of the men along the way are also like this, Morissa's figure can not be described as plump, or even not very fertile, but can be called the flower of Lugoin, how many women can match the proportion and coordination of the body?

Morissa, who was very rough in a certain way, did not realize that she was being watched by countless burning eyes, if it weren't for the mercenary-level strength she showed, I am afraid that a pretentious man would have stepped forward to talk, and after repeatedly confirming that there were no acquaintances around, she swooped into the tailor shop like a clever little squirrel, and only came out again after about half an hour, as if this was ready, she walked back with a bag of things in her arms - you can imagine the fluctuation of her mood at the moment, Because as a mercenary, there was no need for her to hold things in her arms......

When passing by the yard, I "inadvertently" shifted my gaze, and saw the two people through the glass, who were close together like a litter of newborn kittens, and their sleeping faces were very happy.

"Hmph-" The nose shook slightly, and the beautiful right foot in the pink princess shoes crossed the arc high and fell sharply on the pole of an innocent tree next to it.

"Hum—" The tree trembled violently, and even the young leaves of the newly born ground rustled and fell.

"Buzz—"

He kicked five or six kicks in succession as if he were performing a continuous technique, until the position where he was kicked was noticeably concave. The ground was also covered with a layer of tender green leaves, and she stopped in relief, her expression unchanged from beginning to end, and she walked through the courtyard with a straight face as if nothing had happened.

I have to say that another victim of the accident, the seemingly flashy princess shoes, is quite durable......

Back in her nest, Morissa threw the contents of her arms on the bed, then picked up the mirror, which she looked at for the rest of the afternoon, as if she were casting some terrible curse. What conspiracy was in her mind, what useful knowledge had been learned from books, and what terrible conditions would arise at dinner, except for her. No one could have predicted ......

When I woke up, it was already late in the evening, and the sleepy sunset was sinking from the ends of the treetops, and the surrounding scene was shrouded in darkness. The desert at dusk has quietly picked up the wind, but it feels very warm, and when I look down, it turns out that my sister is sleeping in her arms, and the soft sleeping position is cute like a kitten. If you look at it this way, you can't imagine that she is the cold and arrogant Queen Lugoin.

I got up gently, but my sister, who is usually more vigilant than the cheetah, was surprisingly not awakened, but the warmth next to her disappeared, making her "snort" a few times, and curled up her body tighter as if she was cold and lonely, I couldn't help but smile, I never thought that my sister's sleeping appearance was so flawless and lovely, and I began to envy Kasha a little, she probably could often see such a beautiful scene before.

Carefully took out a blanket and wrapped her up. Then he stood up straight and stretched his waist and shoulders, and inadvertently, a few magic lamps had been lit up in the dark corridor, and there seemed to be some movement in the kitchen.

I walked gently towards the kitchen. I think if I can strangle the small abacus of Morisa in the cradle. That's the best thing, maybe my sister will be happy. He will also mercifully reward her with some leftovers......

The soft magic light is scattered in the corridor, and the wooden floor on which the bare feet are still scattered with the residual heat of the sun, so that the time and space of the entire corridor seem to be delayed a little more than the outside, and the desert morning and evening are the most beautiful moments, at this time, the desert is neither overly enthusiastic during the day, nor as irritable and dry and cold as the night, as if sitting next to the campfire at night, playing with the scarlet charcoal fire with the branches, and sipping a mouthful of fragrant hot milk tea from time to time, warm but not burning, it will only make people feel comfortable and want to sleep beautifully.

And at this moment in a foreign country, walking in the Western-style architectural style, with a trace of residual warmth of the sunset, and a little deserted magic lamp reflected each other, sprinkled with gold on the wall corridor, surrounded by a quiet and hazy atmosphere of tranquility outside the window, but also let me have a dreamlike feeling, although not a literati saucher, but it does not affect my intoxicated mood at the moment, yes, if there is no forbidden door, the scenery should be peaceful and quiet beauty.

The bright *** in the kitchen broke this hazy beauty, so I had to squint, in the haze, Morissa's petite figure was still standing in the position at noon, with the flat chair at noon, doing the same thing as at noon, the cutting board was ......, yes, it turned out that it was like this, and the big family prepared hundreds of spare cutting boards, isn't that a matter of course?

Then, the things in the eyes gradually become clearer, gradually ......, and gradually ......

"Boom-"

In an instant, the earth trembled, the sun roared, the galaxy was shocked, and the universe exploded......

Standing firmly in the doorway, I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me, my consciousness paused, my brain froze, my whole body was petrified, only my nose was still faithfully bleeding bright red liquid.

In the bright kitchen, the back of Morissa, who is facing away from her, exudes a faint halo, as if it is a delicate glass work of art, and the snow muscle without a trace of wrinkles reveals the delicate luster of high-grade silk satin, and the soft curves of the back are as if they have been magically crafted, and adding a little bit of it will make people feel a lot of regret. From the shoulders to the bottom, the petite buttocks that are upright because of the upright posture and have not yet grown are also charming, and the most important thing is that there is no hanging below, the clean pink crack, cough ......, I can't look at it anymore, and forcibly move my gaze down, it is still a slender and snow-white seductive small

In my sight, Morissa was wearing only a cute apron all over her body. Even the panties are ...... It's not ......, this youthful crime, fatal temptation, is simply ......

The door is opened. Morisa turned her head slowly, leaned sideways, and in the only light silk apron she wore on her body, her originally green breasts seemed to be a lot taller. The above two pink bumps that seduced the man's eyes were particularly attractive, and the beautiful and coordinated curves were even more outlined at the moment.

I stared blankly at Morissa with a nonchaltical expression, so shocked that even my voice trembled slightly.

"You... Where did you learn this... What you learn is not for you to ....... Tell you to stop reading those weird books? If you say that, I... I ......"

"...... me?" Sakura's lips lifted slightly, as if she was puzzled by my intermittent words, and felt Morissa's gaze become confused. I... My spirit... Soul ......"

"Spirit...... Soul......? The voice became more confused.

"The soul is about to explode...... I got an erection in anger and was about to take on the form of a Super Saiyan.

"Blow your dead head."

It was as if a direct kick from the void intercepted my words in mid-air, and my vision stretched and blurred...... I felt like my body had passed through many obstacles in an instant, and finally embedded in some hard object......

Sharna's tall figure appeared behind the door, looking at Morissa with hostile eyes, her brow furrowing violently. It seemed that there was also an unbelievable scene in front of her, and there was no doubt that the kick that caused someone to smash several kitchen utensils with such a force as a bamboo and finally firmly embedded them in the wall was from her.

"Dear... Beloved..., Lord.... ...... hosts"

Morissa ignored Sharna's murderous gaze. She trotted forward and dragged me out of the wall and laid me on the ground. His head rested on his lap, clutching my hands tightly.

"Are you alright, master!?"

"It's okay......"

I could clearly feel the gentle touch under my head, and from this angle, the breasts, which were originally less than the size of steamed buns, seemed to have become considerable......

"Great, master, from now on, your most loyal and lovely Morissa will serve you well, for the rest of your life, two people together, away from war and hatred, away from superfluous people, and create a world that belongs only to the two of us."

What touching words, if the expression could be a little richer, the tone is not so cold...... huh-? Having said that, this line seems a little familiar, it seems that I have seen it in some heroic novel, am I thinking too much?

"Good...... Good ......"

In this situation, how can I think too much, I can only nod my head excitedly, feeling weaker, is this the legend

That's when something even more shocking happened.

Morissa, who was originally indifferent, suddenly bit her bright red lips hard, and quickly wiped a crimson on her face, so fast that I couldn't tell the truth, she would show shy feelings? Just kidding, I immediately attributed it to my own delusion, but I can't deny that Morissa's current appearance must be trying to suppress some kind of emotion in her heart.

However, a qiē had just begun, and she quietly took a few deep breaths before ......

Dithering...... Dithering......

The corners of his lips twitched, pulling ......, pulling ...... again, slowly pulling away with a slow-motion shot.

Time seemed to be slowed down hundreds of times, and I looked at her without blinking, watching the corners of her lips slowly ...... Slowly tear it apart, gradually ...... The corners of the lips seem to be gradually concave, and a small dimple appears as if out of nowhere, and this sense of uncertainty is gradually expanding with the continuous trembling and pulling of the corners of the mouth, and finally confirmed.

Morissa, who is constantly struggling with giving up and striving, seems to have spent a whole century, constantly trying, and constantly giving up. and constantly mustered up his courage, and finally let the corners of his mouth bend into a strange arc.

At this moment, time seemed to stop, staring at the arc, obviously so stiff, even weird smile, no eye cooperation, no demeanor to modify, why did his heart rush out of this infinite touch, his heart was so violent as if it was about to pop out. I couldn't breathe, the little dimples, the crooked arcs, made up the ...... in my mind.

Wait until I come to my senses. Morissa's face still had a numb expression, just a qiē...... Is it a dream? No, not the ground, the lingering blush on her face. It makes me feel that that scene can never be a dream, and that real touch is still full of heart, and I can never forget it.

"You guys seem to be having a good time."

The pillow under the head is empty. Before I could react, something hard stepped on me, and my body seemed to ...... I went into the ground.

It seems that my sister is really angry, and I hope I won't have a concussion.

With only half of her head exposed on the ground, I saw my sister grabbing Morisa by the neck like a kitten, and then the sound of the door opening, the sound of objects falling to the ground, the sound of the door closing, all in one go. Sure enough, it is not a battle-hardened warrior.

"Be conscious, don't use magic, climb to the top of the building with my bare hands, and sleep there in this clothes in the future."

My sister's faintly angry voice made me feel a wave of joy when I saw the usually steady adults with laughing and crying expressions after the prank was successful.

The sound of footsteps coming back. Gradually. I pulled half of my head out of the ground, but I didn't stand up. Instead, he turned over and lay lazily on the floor in a large shape.

"Happy."

As soon as I turned over, I saw my sister standing next to me, leaning down her beautiful figure, squinting her eyes slightly to look at me, and there were extremely dangerous signals emitting from her body.

It's not good, I instantly judged, if it was a bad answer later, it wasn't the kind of injury just now that I could get over, U-shaped hoop, V-shaped kill, no matter what kind of it is, it's my lingering nightmare.

"I can't expect this kind of thing, who would have thought ......" clumsily explained, my mind couldn't help but pass over the scene just now, the nosebleed that had finally stopped had a tendency to go backwards, looking at my sister's gradually approaching smiling face, how dare I continue to think about it, and quickly shook my head.

"No, no, that kind of thing is too obscene and shameless, as a new generation of cultured, thoughtful, and ambitious job transfers, we should resolutely put an end to it, resist it with all our might, and create a healthy and harmonious new world for the new people in the future."

Seeing my comical way of panicking explanation, Sister Sharna couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes misty, revealing the color of memory.

"Really, it really hasn't changed at all, remember the first time we met?"

In my mind, I instantly recalled two years ago, on the archery field, the rookie archer who didn't know the height of the sky, I couldn't help blushing, it may be a warm memory for my sister, but as a harlequin, I undoubtedly want to hit the wall every time I think about it.

The cold little hand fell on my cheek, and my sister squatted down and gently stroked my dusty head and face, with a soft expression.

"Does it still hurt?"

"If it hurts, you're going to hit me again."

I looked at it pitifully, to be honest, it didn't hurt at all, although those two feet seemed to be amazingly lethal, but the control of strength had reached a level that ordinary adventures could not imagine my sister, gentle sister, how could I be willing to be hurt, but my brain was inevitably dizzy.

"Of course, if you can't even withstand this attack, you can just go back to Rogge and farm, save * glaring at me, and continued.

"It's just that I didn't expect that little guy to play this hand for me, it's really a bit ......" looked like a headache.

Hehe, to make my sister show this frustration, Morisa is proud of it, in a sense, she has won a small game tonight. However, my harvest is not bad, I can see Morissa trying to change herself, although that smile is still very stiff, but in my opinion, her hard work is more moving than any smile.

"I always feel ......," I muttered to myself as I lay on the floor.

"I feel like my daughter has finally grown up!!"

"Hmph, although it's ugly, but it's really hard work, which is commendable, and being a younger brother's maid is barely qualified." My sister raised her eyebrows, as if she understood what I was feeling at the moment.

"But then again." I turned my head and looked at the halfway processed ingredients on the cutting board.

"Sister...... can you cook?"

"Barbecue ......" replied without hesitation, then looked left and right at the tool, weighed it, and added a few words: "And stewed broth." ”

"What a coincidence, I happen to be able to do both." I scratched my head and smiled wryly.

Barbecue and stewed broth, but the dishes that have been ventured and called the two great divine foods, are just the taste......