"Shh~" Seeing Remilia running over so noisily, Ashmida stretched out a free hand, put her index finger on her lips gently, signaled Remilia to be quiet, and said softly: "Fran, this child just fell asleep, don't wake her up." ”

"....................." Remilia immediately covered her mouth with her hands when she heard this, for fear of making a little noise.

"Hehe, the old man didn't call you like this, just keep your voice quiet." Sensing Remilia's movements, Ashmida couldn't help but chuckle, stretched out her palm and rubbed it on Remilia's little head.

“…… Fran..."In normal times, Remilia would definitely be as furious as a kitten for Ashmida's actions, but now she only sees the little girl with a cute sleeping face in Ashmida's arms, and her only sister, Flandrew Scarlett.

"The manic feeling on my sister's body has disappeared?! How did you do that?! Pache looked at Fran, who was sleeping peacefully in Ashmida's arms, and she couldn't believe how she felt, because Fran was still immature and affected by her own power. Because of this power, she always feels manic and destructive. Even when it is dormant, the eyebrows will give people a feeling of restlessness and bloodthirstiness.

"Without him, the old man just calmed Fran's heart." Hearing Pache Li's question, Ashmida gently touched Fran's little head in her arms and said lightly.

"Calm down?!" Patchouli tilted her head, repeating in confusion. She just felt like her brain was flooded with a lot of questions now, calm down?! How do you calm down?! Meditation? No, no, no, my sister definitely doesn't have the patience for this! That......... Such? No, no, no...... So? …………

When Patchouli was completely lost in thought, Ashmida wanted to give Fran in her arms to Remilia, but found that Fran was clutching the clothes on Ashmida's chest and refused to let go.

"Uh, this kid ........." Ashmida was a little helpless, but he still held Fran's little ass and made her sit more comfortably in his arms. Feeling the steady heartbeat of Fran in her arms, Ashmida's expression unconsciously softened. Yes, how long has it been, Meihong's child used to sleep in the old man's arms like this............

“……… Not...... Hmm..."Remilia saw that Fran refused to get out of Ashmida's arms even if she was asleep, and Ashmida also showed a very gentle expression, the atmosphere between Fran and Ashmida suddenly became very warm, which made Remilia's heart rise a faint vinegar, she didn't know why she was unhappy, she wanted Fran to get out of Ashmida's arms, but she couldn't bear to see Fran sleeping so peacefully, so she had to sulk next to her.

"Hehe, is Little Leimi jealous?" Ashmida sensed Remilia's mood at the moment, and couldn't help but feel funny, and gently rubbed Remilia's little head.

"None! No Road Race... Miss Ben wasn't jealous..."Remilia, who was about to shout, noticed Fran's furrowed little eyebrows when she shouted for the first time, and immediately lowered her voice and roared softly

"Remi is jealous." Pache didn't know when she would end her thoughts, and said softly on the side, her pretty little face full of teasing.

"Alright, little Remi, Fran will leave it to you, take her to bed." When Remilia was about to erupt, Ashmida gently nodded on Fran's body, Fran actually let go of the hands that were holding her clothes tightly, and then Ashmida gently handed Fran to Remilia, and motioned for her to take Fran to bed: "This child hasn't slept so peacefully for a long time, let her sleep for a while." ”

“…… Fran..."Remilia saw Fran's serene expression, and her heart suddenly soured, how long has it been, how long has it been since Fran has shown such an expression. She gently lifted her sister on her back, but her immature and petite back was extremely tall at the moment, carrying her sister's quality, and walked towards their room step by step.

"Little devil, go make another cup of black tea." After Remilia's back disappeared into the corridor, Pache casually dismissed her demons, turned to face Ashmida, and asked with a solemn and curious face, "Mr. Ashmida, have you solved your sister's problem?" ”

"No, not yet." To Patchouli's surprise, Ashmida shook her head in denial. I saw that this man, who had been smiling gently since they met, changed his expression, revealing a trace of solemnity: "Fran's child's strength is very strong, but because it is too strong, for Fran's immature mind, it can't be controlled at all, but he is controlled by power, and the old man can only let Fran calm down temporarily, and only Fran herself can rely on herself, so that she can control this power herself, and the old man can only help from the side." ”

"Yes." Patchouli nodded, this is the same as her own idea, but it is not easy to implement, in the mind of her sister, if you want to control the power, you must let go of the mind, but because the weakness of the heart will be eroded by the power............ It's an impossible task. Wait, how did he calm down his sister?!!

"The old man just recited a meditation mantra." Ashmida saw through the doubts in Patchouli's mind and explained with a light smile.

"Tranquility, mind, mantra?" The final meditation mantra, Ashmida, was spoken in Chinese, so Patchouli clumsily imitated the pronunciation and repeated it intermittently. Pache was confused at the moment, she didn't understand the language Ashmida had just spoken, what kind of language was that? Elvish? Dwarven language?! No, no, no, those languages don't have this twister!

"Uh." Only then did Ashmida remember that in this era of Europa, there were very few people who knew Chinese, so he had to try to explain it in the lingua franca of Europa: "It is a spell that calms the mind." ”

"Oh, that's right." Pache suddenly realized, and then asked suspiciously, "A spell to calm the mind?" Is there such a spell? Naa! Recite a passage to me! After saying that, she pestered Ashmida to read a paragraph to her, and at this moment Pache Pacific's amethyst eyes were full of exuberant curiosity.

Nan Wu sassed. The three bodhisattvas. Murmuring. Nephew him. Hmmm. Twist the subject. Quasi-mention. Ranza is quasi-mantra minded. ..............."Ashmida was very helpless and recited the shorter quasi-lifting mantra in the meditation mantra for her. Bursts of Sanskrit sound slowly came out of Ashmida's mouth, echoing through the room, and Pachouli closed her eyes, unable to understand the language, but that did not prevent her from listening carefully.

"What a magical spell!" It took Pachou to open her eyes once, and as she listened to the mantra, she felt her mind suddenly quiet down, and in that state, many things that she couldn't figure out and couldn't figure out, suddenly understood. The magic problem that had not been overcome for several days and nights was irritable, so she had to stop adjusting her mentality until now, and now she has a new idea, and the more she thinks about it, the more feasible it is!

"As long as Fran insists on reciting the meditation mantra under the leadership of the old man, she should be able to gradually control her own power." Ashmida kept thinking about it in her heart, and finally decided how to let Fran control her power, as long as Fran's heart is strong and no longer corroded by power, then things can be successful. As for how to strengthen his spiritual power, there are too many ways for Ashmida to do so.

"That's good......" Pache breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly relaxed, Fran went wild from time to time, but it was a thorn in her and Remilia's hearts, and now that this thorn was finally pulled out, she was much more relaxed.

"By the way, Miss Patchouli." Suddenly, Ashmida's face showed a strange expression, and he asked softly, "The old man wants to know, who designed the entrance?" ”

"It's me, Mu Q~" Pache said with a smile on her face, immersed in the joy of finally letting down a large stone, completely oblivious to Ashmida's strange expression. In other words, because he was in a relaxed mood, he exposed his cute mouth fetish husband in front of a man who had just met?!

"Oh, that's good, then the old man didn't find the wrong person." Ashmida completely ignored the cute mouth fetish, if he usually wanted to explore it, but now he only had one thing on his mind at the moment, to complete what he had said before.

"M-Q?" Patchouli tilted her head cutely.

"Hehehehe........." Ashmida had a weird smile on his face at this moment, and a large black gas gushed out from his back, and Patchouli suddenly woke up from joy.

"M-Q! What are you going to do!! Pache retreated in panic, trying to get away from Ashmida.

"You made the entrance so small that the old man finally came in in such a shameful posture! Let's accept the old man's sanctions!! Ashmida stretched out her hands and pinched Pacully's cheeks with lightning speed, kneading them at will.

"M, M, Q~~" Patchouli's cheeks kept changing shapes in Ashmida's hands, feeling the scorching temperature of those big hands, Patchouli's whole body softened, and she could only barely let out a mournful cry of unknown meaning.

"Heheheheha Ada, your character is broken =-=