"Ah~ If you want to take a bath, I'll build you a hot pool"

"No need... Get me out."

Zhuang Bufan wanted to help, but was ruthlessly rejected by Xiao Longjuan.

"If you're in a hurry, I can manipulate the water flow to heat it directly, wow!"

This time, Xiao Longjuan didn't have such a good temper, and after recovering some physical strength, she directly used her mental power against Zhuang Bufan.

Zhuang Bufan was hit by the little tornado's mental power, and the muscles on his instinctive body instantly tightened, and two scratches twenty centimeters long were scratched on the ground.

This guy... When did you get so strong?! Or is it because I'm too weak now?

Seeing that his methods failed to work, Xiao Tatsumaki only had these two thoughts in his head, and then followed.

Before Zhuang Bufan could react, he stretched out another finger and waved it again, and a huge shock wave hit Zhuang Bufan's body, directly bouncing him out.

"You think I'll allow your telekinesis to touch me...... Body? Salty and wet lolicon! ”

Immediately after that, the bear-shaped hole that the small tornado bar had broken was filled up, and the ice crystals poured directly into the igloo from all sides over the shadow wall that blocked the wind.

"It's true, it's clear that you're still holding my body with your mental power..."

Zhuang Bufan climbed out of the snow, shook off the ice crystals on his body, and looked at the bunker he had built, somewhat regretful.

Walk back and lie down against the base of the wall next to the doorway.

Inside the house.

Little by little, the snow crystals that were scorched by the flames turned into spring water, and the warm water droplets turned into silk threads of the same name, and finally gathered into a stream of water.

Like a fairy's feather belt, it wraps around Tatsumado's petite body.

Xiao Longjuan did not seal the door of the room used for ventilation, and she could feel Zhuang Bufan's specific location.

At such a close distance, you can even know what he's doing.

Perhaps it was the reason for the overconfidence that the little dragon did not close this rare ventilation channel

It's just that......

The blue fire floating in the sky is like auspicious clouds in the sky, providing some heat to the flowing spring.

The water flowed through her body like a gauzy version, and the mist from the heating of the water filled the stone chamber.

Zhuang Bufan looked at the shadow wall a little bored, and after a while, he found that it was reflected, the reflection of the small dragon scroll being caressed by the flowing spring, and after the fog covered, the reflection on the shadow wall gradually drifted dreamily.

The reflection also changed from clear and visible at the beginning to the end as if the clouds were half-covering the crescent moon.

Listening to the sparse sound of running water and looking at the silhouette on the shadow wall, Zhuang Bufan clearly knew that just a wall away, the little dragon scroll was bathing and changing clothes there.

It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind.

The inexplicable Zhuang Bufan's mind popped up Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu", which was somewhat similar to his feelings at the moment.

"It seems that I am one step closer to the realm of literati~"

Zhuang Bufan's voice talking to himself reached Xiao Longjuan's ears.

It made her think that this guy had a bad brain, and actually said something brainless.

Twenty minutes later, the water in the house was poured into the snow outside with a rising mist.

"Okay ~ you can come in"

Hearing the sound of the little dragon roll, Zhuang Bufan honestly entered the house and looked at the little dragon roll that had just been washed.

There was still a little moisture left behind the hair behind the ears that had not had time to dissipate.

"How are you now?"

Zhuang Bufan looked at the muttered question, and somehow immediately thought of the reflection on the shadow wall, and the old face that was thicker than the city wall turned red all of a sudden.

"Well~ Let's take a fever, after taking a bath, my body is a lot more comfortable... Anyway, haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman?! You're blushing! ”

Maybe it's because the little dragon roll has not disappeared, or maybe it's the curative effect of warm water to invigorate the blood, in short, when he said this, there was still a trace of red on the little dragon roll's face.

"That~ Since you have recovered from a serious illness, let's rest for a while, I just got out of the shower and got cold, how about starting to break through tomorrow?"

This guy ...... Incoherent, could it be that he has been peeking at me just now... Wash...... It shouldn't be.

Obviously, he noticed that he had been leaning against the outside of the wall door, and there was no sign of movement.

Zhuang Bufan's abnormal behavior aroused Xiao Longjuan's suspicions, and neither of them continued to talk, and finally Zhuang Bufan and Xiao Longjuan fell asleep in this embarrassing atmosphere.

"Really, don't you have more mature clothes?! This dress is childish and dead."

The little dragon scroll floated behind Zhuang Bufan, wearing an autumn coat that Zhuang Bufan borrowed from Tangerine.

The blankets used in the room were transformed into children's poncho-like robes by Zhuang Bufan with spare sewing boxes.

The whole person looks like the cute Little Red Riding Hood from a fairy tale.

Although Little Red Riding Hood can cut off the front teeth of the big bad wolf into thin pieces, the hat is not red.

"You're still wearing children's pajamas at home... Why is this still too childish for orange clothes?"

As his cute pet, the cook, and the orange orange of half of his daughter, the clothes he wore were complained about.

He, the owner, the owner, and half of his father, was naturally a little unhappy, especially when he thought of the makeup in the comics, and he couldn't help but complain.

"Wait... How do you know what I'm wearing at home?! ”

"Of course from..."

The little dragon scroll's angry voice came from behind him, Zhuang Bufan didn't react at first, and only realized it halfway through speaking.

Slowly turning around, I saw Tatsumaki-sama's expressionless and indifferent face again, and I could see a trace of emotional fluctuations in her eyes.

The little dragon scroll just looked at Zhuang Bufan and stopped abruptly after saying half a sentence, the petite big demon king took a step forward, forcing Zhuang Bufan to involuntarily start to retreat.

"That's... It's the snow blowing that tells me to come."

……

Xiao Longjuan stared at Zhuang Bufan's face for half a minute before letting her go.

"If you dare to say it, just wait to paint the house!"

It's really blowing snow, this dead girl...

Zhuang Bufan nodded hurriedly, and it was rare for the little dragon scroll to grab his handle and stop entanglement.

While the two were talking, a howling wind was heard, and the battle formation formed by the tengu and the snow girl struck again.

The little tornado, which has almost recovered, is naturally intolerable, and two or three kittens are presumptuous in front of themselves.

Just when he was about to gather the mental storm to deal with this group of guys, he was stopped by Zhuang Bufan.

"Your body has just recovered, don't waste your energy to deal with this kind of miscellaneous fish, the ace is naturally to fight against the ace"

"Hmph~"

The little tornado snorted coldly, but stopped the gathering telekinetic storm.

"In that case, I'll leave that group of guys to you.

But I can't wait too long, three points, three minutes to solve it for me!! ”

"Can only the strong fight fight alongside the trembling tornado?"

Zhuang Bufan stretched his waist and complained simply, but Xiao Longjuan did not refute after hearing it.

"Peace of mind, leave it to me, deal with them, I only need a minute!"

After that, Zhuang Bufan transformed into the form of a wind wolf and rushed towards the battle formation formed by eight ghosts and monsters.