As soon as he lay down on the relatively intact lawn, Arshumia walked up to him, and saw that his chest rose and fell regularly, and he seemed to be asleep.

The small body is lying on his side, his white cheeks have a lovely sense of innocence and immaturity, and the bangs in front of his forehead are tilted downward, revealing a small half of his smooth forehead, and his long eyelashes tremble slightly. It's such a cute and unguarded sleeping position.

It turns out that the Great Demon King will become cute even when he is asleep, which is true!

Ashumia struggled to restrain the thought of reaching out and pinching Kite's fat cheek.

At this time, Kite slowly opened his eyes and looked at Archhimia, perhaps because of tiredness, Kite's gaze at this moment was not as serious and indifferent as before, but had a soft and confused meaning, which made Ashumia no pressure. She naturally sat down on her knees beside the kite, waiting for rescue with peace of mind.

"I'm tired." Because of the double reason of fatigue and smaller body, the voice he made did not have the previous sense of oppression, soft, with the childish nature unique to children.

"Hmmm! Then I'll help you look around. Alshumia looked into the distance, the forest had blurred into a dark green in the distance, although he had a deep fear of the forest when he was alone before, but now he was looking at the forest calmly, but it was another mood, "You have a good rest." I won't leave you even if it's dangerous, we're going to get out of here together. ”

Kite's eyes trembled, and there was a hazy mist in his pupils. In a few moments, his eyes drooped, and his eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes.

He was really tired, and he admitted that he was a little angry just now to walk so fast, but this was not the main reason for the consumption of his physical strength. When he saw Achumia fall from the sky, he jumped out of the crack in order to save Ashumia.

In the air, he managed to capture the fainting Archumia, and in order to land Alyshumia and himself safely, he used a wind magic called "Holy Wind".

He was an ice magician, and he was not good at other types of magic, and coupled with the magic that accelerated the loss of mana in the Boundary Forest, just using one "Holy Wind" consumed all his physical strength. So much so that the wind generated by magic later led Arthumia and him in different directions, and he was powerless to resist. Thankfully, Ashumia eventually found him.

The sleeping kite is very quiet, and it is rare for the cake senior not to make noise. The sky was blue, the air was fresh, and the deep green forest made her feel a natural beauty, all of which made her exude love from her heart. Arshumia whispered to herself, "If this wasn't a dangerous Bounding Forest, I'd love to live here." ”

Ashimia's voice was actually really small, she sighed subconsciously, but it still woke up the shallow sleeping Iris.

I really want to live here.

This somewhat familiar sentence swirled in Kite's heart, and in an instant, he was stunned, and a wonderful conversation suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Little Peach, will we live here in the future? If someone sneaks in, scare them with magic. We can use magic to create a forest and then raise a lot of things in the forest, rabbits, fawns and whites! ”

"I wanted to build my home in the middle of the forest, so that it felt like our back garden! I want a big house, like a palace, so I can put a lot of desserts! One room for cakes, one room for chocolates, and one room for ice cream! We can also grow streamers, and the vines of the streamers will climb all over the surface of the house. We let Dabai help us take care of the house, is it very happy to think about it? ”

It was only a matter of a moment from the blur of consciousness to the clarity again, but these words were deeply engraved in Iris's heart.

Has anyone ever said such a thing to him? Kite knew very well that he didn't, and no one would call him Little Peach.

Obviously, this memory does not belong to him. But why do memories that don't belong to him come to his mind? And why does it make him feel so familiar?

Kite thought hard, hoping to have more conversations for him to refer to. But the more he recalled, the more tired he felt, and the tiredness washed over his body like a wave.

In the end, sleepiness took over his brain, and in his dazed sleep, he vaguely saw a girl jumping up in front of him, her long golden hair reflecting the sun, dazzling and beautiful to make people intoxicated.