There was a slight coldness in the faint voice.

But at first glance, it's just bland.

The boy lifted his feet, walked slowly, and walked out of the hotel.

The proprietress silently watched his back.

The smile of this young man who gave people a warm spring breeze was still so soft before leaving, but it was just those words.

It's like a cold impersonal.

Maybe I'm thinking too much, and the teenager just wants to stay well.

The proprietress took the flower, put it in a white vase, and placed it by the window.

The flowers are still beautiful, but they have become dark red after being dried.

There is no fragrance, and there is no delicate appearance when it first opened.

Perhaps, as the woman said, it is eternal, but it is shriveled and shriveled, just a soulless shell.

*

The caravan is about to depart, and the leader is named Cooks, the younger brother of the innkeeper.

His appearance is five big and three thick, and his muscular arms make people feel very secure at first glance.

Sophie slipped into the kitchen while the Son of Luck was checking out, secretly ate a piece of bread, and when she came out, the boy had already left the hotel.

She hurriedly followed.

Although she can be heard talking and sighing now, she is a spirit after all, and the only good thing is that she walks silently, so that she does not scare people when she walks.

Sophie followed the boy and walked with him to a caravan.

Lannoth is very handsome, his golden hair is very shiny, and his blue eyes are also beautiful.

People are in pursuit of beauty, and no one will refuse something beautiful.

The boy walked up to Cooks and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, sir, it was the hostess of the inn who asked me to come to you." ”

After saying that, he handed the piece of paper that the woman gave him last night to the man.

Cooks glanced at it, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Okay, boy, there aren't many people who can make Mary come forward, you're lucky." ”

Lannoth's voice was soft and modest, and his smile raised his already good-looking face to another level, "Thank you, all the way after that, bother." ”

Kux laughed, led him to the passenger carriage and said, "Go up, you are the only traveler on this journey, if you need anything, you can tell Tchaikov." ”

When the wooden door of the carriage was opened, there was a strong man sitting inside, the man had a beard and a resolute face, and he looked difficult to get along with, but his personality was very outgoing.

"Boy," Tchaikov beckoned, "come in and sit down." ”

Lannoth sat beside him, the carriage was not big, there were already four or five people seated, and the remaining seats were just the next one.

The men are huddled together, and it's summer again, and there's always something to smell about.

But the young man didn't realize it, he was calm and calm, and sat in the remaining seat.

Sophie also took the opportunity to run up, but as soon as she entered, she wanted to come out.

Because it is full of summer "masculinity".

"Twelve, I'm so hard. She squatted in the middle, crying to S12 in her head: "Can't you prepare a few more carriages that can sit on people?"

She's a spirit with five senses!

She can feel everything!

Naturally, you can smell it inside.

I wanted to go out, but after I went out, I had to walk with me, which was too tiring.

After thinking about it, Sophie walked to the window, penetrated a man by the window, and secretly opened the window.

When fresh air comes in, it's naturally cooler, and the smell is a little bit off.

But it wasn't enough, after looking around, Sophie finally locked her eyes on the son of luck.

She quietly ran to the boy and sniffed.

After taking a shower last night and sleeping in the fragrant bed, there was a lavender scent on Lannoth's body, which was very refreshing.

The boy's package was set aside, bulging, and perhaps used as a cushion to sit on.

As soon as they got into the car, the men began to talk to Lennoth.

"Where are you from?" asked Tchaikov.

"The small town of Mogg. Lannoth replied.

"Where?"

"Heron. ”

Tchaikov paused, then laughed, "Passed Farminay's admissions test?"

Lannoth nodded, "Yes sir." ”

"Awesome, boy. Tchaikov said.

While chatting, Sophie sat quietly on Lannoth's package, and the bulging package slowly sank a little, but the people who were busy chatting didn't pay attention.

The sudden breath spilled on the young man's fair neck!

He paused, and his eyes suddenly darkened!

The breath was faint, as if someone had put his head on his neck.

The blue eyes looked to the side quietly.

There was nothing around.

Nothing can be seen.

However, the package that I placed on my own had a slight sagging.

Someone sat on it, it seems.

*

Sophie sniffed Lannoth and said to S12: "It's really fragrant, I like the smell of lavender, in this group of big men, Lannoth is simply a clear stream." ”

She couldn't bear the manliness of the uncles, so she came to sniff Lannoth to make herself comfortable.

Watching the girl treat the teenager as a humanoid auto-propelled brand lavender perfume, S12 pouted and complained: [But the host is big, you really look like a pervert like this. 】

Sue Pervert Fei laughed hehe, "He doesn't know anyway!"

She deliberately kept her breathing down so that no one else would hear her.

Talking is also communicating in the head, and you don't need to use your mouth at all.

*

Can the undead breathe too?

In fact, this question was pondered by Lannoth last night.

Because the snoring of the little ghosts sleeping next to me is really a bit obvious.

But he didn't think about it, after all, he didn't know about the undead either.

But now, he is a little unbearable.

The warm breath sprinkled on his neck, and he felt the itch coming from his neck for the first time.

The blue pupils flickered slightly, and the darkness in the depths of the eyes came and went quickly.

He's enduring it.

But it's very unbearable.

The breath was intermittent in his neck, as if he had been scratched by something, again and again.

"What's the matter?" Tchaikov asked, noticing his strangeness.

The boy shook his head: "No." He kept his posture upright and smiled, "It's just a little sleepy." ”

Tchaikov said: "Then you can sleep for a while with your eyes closed on the back of the seat, and the back is tied with a cushion, and it is very comfortable to lean." ”

"Thank you. Lannoth agreed.

He really closed his eyes and leaned back.

His hand unconsciously put it in the place where he was breathing before, and he was a little helpless, because it was really itchy.

This action can probably make the little undead understand that he is a little uncomfortable.

Sure enough, there was no more breathing in his neck.

The young man hid his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

He lowered his eyes and quietly glanced at the package around him, which was still sunken, which showed that the little undead was still sitting beside him and had not left.

Didn't eat breakfast.

Lanno thought for a moment.

- Will it be hungry?