The little girl held the black iron heavy sword that had been wiped clean, and shrunk into a ball, like a little beast that had been stabbed, and it was extremely desolate. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Bang!"

The door of the room was opened, Minerva carried her sickle, carried a delicate lunch box, walked to the room, put the lunch box on the table, she tilted her head to look at Leah, who was crying, after a long time, Lea noticed that the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a lot, she turned her head, and saw Mineva staring at her with interest, and the crimson war scythe that Mineva kept in her hand.

"Crimson Nightmare"

This is the name that Mineva gave it, and after incorporating Hela's bones at the top and center of the scythe, this scythe finally has part of the effect of a staff, greatly enhancing the power of the slash, which is why Mineva was able to rely on this thing to almost penetrate the Holy White Stone Magic Competition.

And above the crimson metal blade, the rows of hideous streamlined white bone fangs also made this weapon with a very domineering shape have an extra savage aura out of thin air.

"What's your name?"

Minerva asked, and Leah shrank back, although she instinctively felt the aura that made her very close to Minerva, but after experiencing the most tragic thing in the world, she had begun to subconsciously resist others.

"Can't you speak?"

Mineva received no answer, she picked up her scythe and walked in front of Leah, who was shrinking back, frowning and tilting her head.

The "silver-haired witch" reached out and tried to place it on top of Leah's head, but the latter shrunk her head as if frightened.

Minerva shook her head,

"If you're so cowardly, you're not unworthy of being my junior sister!"

Little Leah raised her head in surprise, glanced at Minerva, and quickly lowered her head, this gesture of resistance completely made Minerva lose her patience after five minutes, she raised her hand, and two arms composed of frost elements appeared beside Leah, against her back, and pushed her to Minerva's face.

"Anyway, let's eat first!"

"I don't want it!"

Leah's nervousness was about to reach the limit, and when the tight string in her heart broke, the immature but purer elemental fluctuations than Minerva appeared in the air, and it shattered the ice arm that Minerva had casually made.

"Oh!

Looking at Leah, who was clenching her little fists and shrouded in the brilliant elemental light, Minerva suddenly realized, and then smiled boldly, she stretched out her hand, and the white jade-like fingers also turned over the streamer-like elemental light, steadily piercing into the elemental light of Little Leah, and finally resting firmly on the little girl's trembling shoulders.

"I approve of you!"

After saying this, looking at Leah's expression like a wounded little beast, Minerva stretched out her finger again, raised her head that had been lowered all the time, and made a "great" gesture with her other hand on her extremely good chest, like those boys, pointed at herself with her thumb, and said proudly,

"I, Mineva Ivey, is your senior sister! Whoever bullies you in the future will come to me, and I will help you beat him!"

Little Leah glanced at Minerva, and the smug demeanor of the beautiful sister in front of her made her mood better, but when her hand touched the heavy sword in her hand, the pressure and grievances in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and the whole person was like a small cannonball, hugging Minerva's waist tightly, and crying out with a "wow".

This startled Minerva, she herself is just a teenager, and the children who have been adopted by Ivey since childhood are very self-reliant, where have they seen this kind of formation, but when she came back to her senses and listened to Leah's intermittent story, she finally couldn't help but put her hand on Leah's back, like a young lady, comforting her softly.

For a while, the whole room was filled with a warm smell.

All this was taken into the eyes of Eleven, who sat at the bar of the "Waning Moon Tavern" ready to open, with a glass of mixed wine in front of him, Joanna was worthy of the proprietress of a tavern who had lived in seclusion in the desert of death for decades, and her skill in bartending was the best of all the bartenders Elevenn had ever seen.

He looked at the magic image in front of him, Mineva clumsily fed Leah, couldn't help but smile, waved his hand to turn off the magic image, his two disciples can love each other, and as a teacher, he can finally relax and do what he should do.

Although he himself is not much older than Mineva, everyone around Elivan, including Wendy, Rattel, Roman and others, who are the highest among others, have never regarded Elevan as a child, in fact, Ratle They have long ignored Elevan's real age and regarded him as their peer, so it is actually true, after all, the combined psychological age of the two lives is already more than forty years old, and he can barely be regarded as Rattle's peer.

"What are you thinking?"

Joanna, who was dressed in a plain dress, put her arms on the bar, and her unpowdered face was less than a palm's distance from Elivin's face, and the young man looked at the pretty face in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but lean forward.

After a long time, Joanna's cheeks flushed with a pink sheen, Eliven laughed and drank the wine in his hand, picked up the Gungnir at hand, waved his head back without looking back, and strode out of the tavern.

"Boom!"

The door to the tavern was closed, and Joanna sat alone in the swarthy tavern, she looked at the silver key that Eliven had stuffed into her palm, and shook her head, but when her gaze swept over the figure who pushed open the door of the tavern again, this dragonborn who was not afraid of heaven and earth, even when facing TEDA, dared to fight to the death, but for the first time in the world, she felt the pressure.

The figure looked at her and said in a gentle voice,

"Miss Joanna, won't you invite me in and sit down?"

The Dragonborn bit his lip and finally took a deep breath,

"Miss Wendy... Please come in. ”

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Elavin didn't know about the fire in his backyard, and after a few flashes of silver light, he came to the infirmary of the Massanos High School in the northernmost corner of the city, where Rattle and Roman had been busy since they returned, and Andre, who had finally completed his life goal with the help of Leah's hand, had never been able to wake up.

"What's going on?"

Elivan looked at Rattle, since this guy has become the patriarch of Asgard, there is no reason why he can't use a few spells to heal and save people, but under his gaze, Rattle spread his hands helplessly,

"I tried all the methods I could think of, his external injuries seemed to be serious, but under the wrapping of the power of the four elemental realms, it was actually not fatal, but the bad was in his spirit, or soul, and he didn't know what was going on, so he somehow entered a deep sleep, and now the problem is that there is no way to wake him up no matter what!" (To be continued.) )