Silver Dust carefully took out the outfit, and he could tell from the way the girl folded the outfit that the girl had a soft spot for it. The rest of the clothes had more or less traces of dirt that had not been washed, only this one, which was amazingly clean, and there were obviously one or two traces of sewing, and it still looked like new clothes that had never been worn. Silverdust pulls the robe out of the cloak, and with a thud, two rectangular objects fall to the ground.

Yinchen didn't care about these things, he lifted the scarlet robe, and looked at its style from the light at the door of the grass shed, it was a very elegant and dignified robe, narrowing the waist, neckline and cuffs, and even the hem was slightly tightened, not at all like other Yin Yang and Hezong clothes that could be opened and exposed. Yinchen nodded with satisfaction, holding the scarlet robe in one hand, and pulling away the other clothes on the girl's body with the other, and began to change the girl's clothes with his own hands.

This change actually took an hour.

Silver dust fell into the thick quilt, and he felt as if he was on the verge of death, and his whole body was paralyzed, and even his breathing became laborious. The process of changing the girl's clothes was sweet and exciting, and even made him can't help but go to Wushan Yunyu again with a soulless body. The girl's body is warm, and even has a heartbeat, and the skin is smooth as a jewel, delicate as silk, and indescribably soft, and the girl's body cavity still retains a sweet heat, no matter how you make it, it feels like a living sleeping beauty, at the mercy of you, no matter how unbearable the posture is, there is no complaint. Silverdust remembered Gabroyle's merchandise known as inflatable dolls, which were said to be the goddess of otaku and worshipped in the homes of countless otaku, and now he finally knew what inflatable dolls do.

He wanted to slap himself in the face, but his body had no strength. He closed his eyes, and his mind was full of the hour-long journey of changing clothes, the experience so sweet, too exciting, too soft, so wonderful that even the mage could not avoid sinking into it, and did disgusting behavior. Silver Dust knew that no matter how beautiful that girl was, it was just a corpse with body temperature still alive at this time.

She won't even have any bodily fluids anymore.

Silver Dust sat up strongly, his movements not much different from the old man who was about to die. He raised his sore arms and forced himself to put on the girl's wide cloak seriously. The girl's pretty face is hidden in the shadow of a huge hood, and this hiding is forever.

A black magic light lit up between Silver Dust's fingers, and the girl stood up on her own, walked to the door of the grass shed, pulled down a curtain, and guarded the door like a guard. A slight elemental compensation appeared in Silver Dust's body, which quickly accumulated and quickly subsided. Silver Dust looked at the figure of the girl standing by the curtain in a daze, and in the dim light, the wide cloak and tightened robe set off her curling figure more beautiful and mysterious. Especially behind the girl, two pure white angel wings of about one meter are slowly unfolded.

That's a different kind of beauty. A pure, serene beauty. The girl stood there quietly, not saying or moving, but it was more fascinating than the head-scratching posture of all the women in the Qinglou in the world. Completely different from the flame-like beauty of the girl's flesh when she was alive, the girl who had been dead for a long time at this time, or the ghoul in the form of the girl, exuded a dazzling, fascinating fairyland-like beauty, which was like a spiritual pursuit, an illusory and distant beauty.

Silver Dust stared at the girl for a quarter of an hour before slowly looking away. It was only then that he really understood his thoughts, and understood the fantasies in his heart about all girls, and what their final form was. Those sleek girls in my head will never appear again, never. Silver Dust, who has personally experienced the wonders of girls, matures prematurely in the body of an eleven-year-old boy, and really begins to explain, to explore, to pursue the truly beautiful girl in his mind, and not just to be ignorantly attracted by the scent of any woman. He understood, he understood, he understood that the reason why he always thought about girls was because he wanted to get, to find, to pursue a girl who was worthy of his love, from physical to spiritual, physical to believing. The almost implied presence and silent beauty of the ghoul skeleton really made him understand what kind of girl was worth loving. Yinchen knew that he still didn't know much about the love that adults often talked about, and he didn't have any other experience, but a sweet and dangerous encounter with Fan'er, intersecting, and killing each other, let him really begin to have resistance to charm, and really let him maintain absolute calmness and justice when facing the opposite sex.

He stood up, and a fist-sized ball of light appeared above his head, and the warm light energy spilled down, but it made the ghoul instinctively flinch. Silver Dust frowned, controlling the ball of light to move away from her, which allowed the nameless ghoul to return to the calm and indifferent beautiful posture just now.

"Created by evil necromancy, born in darkness and calamity, it appears in the form of an angel with the power of light...... Give you your name, Demon Angel, and you will follow me in the future, anyway, in this dark world, you have nowhere else to go......" Silver Dust said softly. The ghoul and demon remains, that is, the demon angels, immediately gave him a big gift when they heard this, which was a blessing ceremony that only women on the Wind Source Continent would use, not Gabroyle's mage ceremony.

Silver Dust nodded, it can be regarded as truly accepting this ghoul and demon skeleton who only has simple logical intelligence and does not even have a real soul, and the third saintess of the future Civilization Temple, who is considered to be the incarnation of force under the crown of the god of law and silver, was born.

Silver Dust thought about it, but still opened the arcane space and let the girl walk in. Then he quietly planted a protective barrier to prevent others from intruding. He crouched down and picked up two cuboids that had fallen on the ground an hour earlier, two books. (To be continued.) )