The two-headed snake laughed a little weakly at him, and kindly reminded, "Aren't you still cooking?" I see they're almost finished. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Mira looked back, and sure enough, there was only a bit of scrap left at the bottom of the pot between the large pot of muntjac meat, and the fast legs and the big man were still rummaging through it. Mira yelled for me to take a bite and pounced, only to watch Alice quickly throw the last piece of lean flesh into her mouth.

The little girl proudly made a triumphant gesture to Mira, and Mila said angrily: "You animals are eating too fast, and you have robbed them all before I said one more word." Especially you, you've grown so fat, you don't know how to control your appetite, can you still marry in the future?"

Alice slapped the table and stood up: "What does it matter to you whether I can marry or not? Isn't it just to eat a few pieces of meat? My father and my mother don't care about me, why do you care about me? What's wrong with me being fat? Is it eating your food, costing your family's water, or pulling your cloth?"

At night, Mira tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and there always seemed to be a big piece of meat dangling in front of her. He sighed for a long time, feeling so hungry that he was about to put his chest against his back, and seeing that several of the guys in the same room were snoring happily, Mira let out a long sigh and went out in his clothes.

The night is like water, the moon shadows are swaying, the shadows of the trees seem to dance to the beat, the peaks separated from each other are like stone statues standing quietly, the murmuring water rings in her ears, and the cool wind blows in her face, Mira suddenly feels that she needs to think seriously about life.

Although her family was well-off and she had no worries about food and clothing, Mira rarely had happy days. Mother always wanted Mira to get ahead, and always had high standards for him, and during that time, Mira hated the so-called other people's children the most. From her mother's disappointed eyes and the pointers of her neighbors, Mira knew that she was an unmotivated, passable and unproductive person, but so what, why did she have to be promising? What is it?

Her father didn't go home much, even after her mother's death, so Mira went to a second-rate art academy in the imperial capital, the kind that you could go to as long as you paid money. During her days in the imperial capital, Mira was exposed to many new things, but because of this, she began to feel inferior, and even when she participated in activities, she always hid behind and acted as a trick, and never wanted to stand in front of the stage to express herself. Although there are several favorite seniors, Mira never dares to confess, and can only watch the other students show their chivalric demeanor like peacocks opening the screen.

Later, he became a mercenary, although he said that he was a regiment commander, but he had no prestige in the regiment at all, and Xiaofeng was not effective in speaking out. Well, Mira is not a person who is keen on power, so she doesn't care about him, but she can't even beat a small skeleton, which has to embarrass Mila a little. Oh my God, the skeleton's strength is so strong, its posture is so vigorous, and its pace is so flexible, Mira can only flee in a hurry despite her best ability, how did the others manage to kill the skeleton so easily?

Alas, it seems that he is not suitable for eating the bowl of mercenary rice after all, even this necromancer is just a liar, when Xicheng takes away the harmonica, Mira will become a complete waste again. Thinking about it, art is still the most suitable for him, and even if others don't understand what he makes, Mira can laugh at him because he doesn't have artistic cells. Sure enough, Mira is still a pure artistic youth.

Thinking of art, Mira suddenly remembered the large pot of oily and fragrant muntjac meat, and her stomach rumbled all of a sudden, and Mira touched her stomach, but she touched a small box. When I opened the box, there were two things that looked like stones, not stones, jade and not jade, and there was a faint fragrance coming out.

Now there are two Hearts of Compassion, but Mira has no idea what this is for, perhaps, in some mysterious place, it can be used as currency? One Heart of Compassion for a set of Gundam figures or a high-fidelity inflatable doll?

Mira was thinking wildly, when the moonlight shone down on his head, shining on the box in his hand, and the two pieces of compassion were stirred by the moonlight, and they actually flashed with light.

The first piece of black light flashed heavily, but the newly obtained one glowed with a thick green light, and as soon as the black light and the green light came into contact, they immediately fought like a mortal enemy. One moment it was dark, the next it was green, and Mira looked at it, as if she saw two armies fighting fiercely in the palm of his hand, and he could see sweat on his forehead.

After a while, the black light began to gradually gain the upper hand, gradually dividing and surrounding the green light's formation, although the green light has been resisting stubbornly, but after all, its strength is not good, and it was finally wiped out. And the compassionate heart that glowed black in the box was like a cloud of wax, and gradually swallowed up another piece of the vanquished whole, and it grew to the size of a grape. Mira watched in amazement as the black light expanded and expanded, as if it were a living object, and she didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Mira was hesitating whether to leave this strange thing far down the mountain, when a majestic and tired voice suddenly sounded in her head: "Very good, I am glad that you have found a second piece of compassion so quickly. ”

Perhaps seeing no reaction from Mira, the voice continued, "Little one, you have managed to win my favor, or I can give you some better reward. ”

"Reward?" Hearing these two words, Mira's gloomy mood burst into a cheerful note again, and he hurriedly asked, "What kind of reward?"

"Haha, whatever reward you want, I can give it to you. Of course, I will not reward you now, and I will not fulfill my promise until you have found enough compassion. However, it doesn't hurt to show you first and deepen your impression. ”

As soon as the scenery changed, Mira found herself high on the throne, with a crown on her head, wearing a golden robe, and countless princes and ministers under the danqi. Mira handled government affairs with ease, received guests and talked and laughed, and won praise from everyone. In the blink of an eye, Mira lined up outside the city again, and thousands of heads fell to the ground in the direction of the king's banner. A voice in her ear said, "The power is overwhelming, invincible, okay?" Mira nodded incessantly.

The scenery changed again, and Mira was already in a large warehouse, surrounded by gold chests, and faintly visible mountains of gold, silver, and jewelry, and countless rare treasures. On the front wall of the warehouse, there is a lifelike stone sculpture of a dragon head, constantly spitting out dazzling golden sand, reflecting the night pearls on all sides to be eclipsed. The voice continued, "Sitting on a mountain of gold, rich and rivaling the country, okay?" Mira's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and saliva flowed unconsciously.

Turning the stars, Mira came to a quiet garden, rockeries and strange rocks accompanied by clear spring water, which made people have the idea of floating out of the dust. Mira was full of spirits, and was about to put on a few poems that fit the occasion, when suddenly countless young girls rushed out of the bamboo forest path, some of them were flying in light yarn, and some were not wearing a piece of silk, which was wonderful. Mira was startled and was about to retreat, but the group of girls surrounded him, and the song was welcome, and the warbler swallow made a continuous sound, so that Mila almost didn't know when and where she was.

was hugging Mila left and right, busy and busy, but the voice sounded uninterestingly: "Three thousand in the harem, is it good?" Mira didn't nod or speak, but her face was flushed, and she suddenly spewed out a big nosebleed. A beautiful girl who was snuggling up to him with a soft voice saw this and slapped her hard. Mira woke up with a bang, but saw the little girl Alice standing in front of her with a slap on her face, and there seemed to be a little nosebleed from her clothes.

Mira felt her cheeks hurt hotly, and said angrily, "Why did you hit me?" Alice blushed and said, "I practiced swords over there, and I saw you dancing here and screaming a few times, so come and see if you are a magic barrier." Who knew that as soon as you came over, you would hold me and touch me, of course I would hit you. She suddenly felt weak: "I hit too hard, and I knocked out all your nosebleeds, you weren't hurt." ”

Mira rolled her eyes and fell crookedly: "I have been injured by you, and now I am bleeding from all over my body, and I think I will die soon, but if you give me a few dozen gold coins for medical expenses, I think I can still save it." ”

The little girl snorted: "At first glance, you are lying, I don't bother to pay attention to you." Go away, I'm going to practice my sword. ”

"What kind of sword are you playing so late?"

The little girl said seriously: "It's practice, not playing, my mother said that my grandmother's swordsmanship should be practiced more in the moonlight to experience the artistic conception, I used to always think of various ways to be lazy, but now my mother and grandmother are gone, and no one can guide me anymore." ”

Seeing the rare tears flashing in Alice's eyes, Mira shouted: "Don't be discouraged, I have seen your grandmother's move, you can play that swordsmanship again, well, practice it for me to see, see my master Mira guide you in the maze." ”

Maybe it was because she had just slapped Mira, or maybe it was because the moonlight was too beautiful and gentle, Alice didn't bother with Mirado, but just danced her sword in the clearing in front of the mountain.

Mira naturally didn't know anything about swordsmanship, and he pretended to look at it for a while, then he began to yawn, and his eyelids gradually drooped. However, in order to take care of Alice's face, or more precisely to avoid the little girl's saliva splash attack, he still continued to watch with his spirit, ready to praise her a few times after practicing and then go back to sleep.

Heavy eyelids pressed down like a thousand boulders, and Mira felt like the giant of the stone, alone for the sake of the world, guarding the forgotten promise. Half-asleep and half-awake, Mira dimly saw the little girl's head turn up and down, and the sword shadow turned into a white light like the moon, which contrasted with the bright moon hanging high in the sky. Mira suddenly shouted, "It's not right for you to practice like this." ”