Dilis deliberately dragged out his tone: "Oh—doesn't Goo hate vulgar endings?"
”…… AhhhhhThere is also a wonderful thing about vulgarity!
Maybe the face of the research object was a little too puffy, Dilis tilted his head and thought for a while, but then added."
It's not a love story, it's a great educational fairy tale.If you want a happy ending......
Well, although the little boy thinks that the other person is a hallucination, he once gave the hallucination a name and intends to remember it as a real existence for the rest of his life. ”Isabella exclaimed dissatisfiedly, "What kind of perfect ending is this?"
”"You see, since the illusion said that she doesn't have a name, then the little boy who named her will always have the right to observe this virtual anchor for the rest of his life."
The mechanic stopped, bent down the black wrought iron staircase, crouched down on Isabella, looked into her eyes and explained earnestly—looking into her crimson eyes—"Just as I have the right to study the dark matter in the universe that cannot be observed for the rest of my life, and the little boy has the right to study the illusion of his name written down for the rest of my life." ”When he said this, he casually curled the corners of his mouth and showed a flirtatious smile - "There are variables in research, and research allows all means.The little boy can use something similar to this illusion to repeatedly compare and argue for the existence of the observable. ”For example, a person with the same foul mouth, a strikingly similar tone, and the red eyes that once appeared through the crack in the door.The Duke didn't understand.But it seemed nice, so she cocked her fleshy chin and nodded slightly."
Okay.What did the little boy name the hallucination?
”[Isabella. 】[From Hebrew, meaning God's oath......
Black Tower, Black Tower, this represents our agreement, oh, I will definitely complete it, our agreement. 】【…… Tsk, little imp of the White Tower, God's Oath, you are too arrogant, right?
Let's talk about the day you become a god, right?
】[I hear you snickering over there, Isabella. 】[Shut up, the stinky imp of the White Tower.] 】The mechanic touched his nose, straightened up, and led the research object back down."
I won't tell you, Goo."
The author has something to say: Dilis does not know "that duke" at all.The one he always knew was "Isabella".Good wishes for the "Oath of God" and the future of becoming a mechanical god.Chapter 18 How can there be a game of fun Isabella spent a year, accustomed to not using thick black to speculate about the neurotic of Dilis, and used to treating him like a young child; It took her another night to realize that Dilis was a good-looking psychopath; Next, she planned to use all kinds of verbal teasing and teasing against this strange and fearful woman-anyway, the other party was not bad-looking, and the Duke felt that he would not suffer.She has always been partial to good-looking people, otherwise she would not tolerate the frequent stupidity of her ex-fiancé - who made Jack the most beautiful man in the Empire.However, Dilis, a good-looking neurotic, is still a neurotic after all.It took Isabella one night to decide to indulge him, and it only took an hour for Delis to make her realize how mentally retarded her decision was.The next morning, Isabella came to the breakfast table, took her glass of milk, and before she could take a few sips, she gasped - she saw the mechanic opposite.The latter had been moving his quill very quietly, and because he was so focused on measuring something, he neglected the daily good morning greeting procedure with the research object, and Isabella didn't notice him in the first place.“…… Your hair, Dilis, what happened to it?
”Got gnawed by a dog?
Dilis didn't notice the strange gaze cast from the other side.He was buried in his manuscript paper as usual, a butter plate hastily placed on a cardboard book."
I noticed last night that my bangs were getting longer."
The good-looking neuropathy replied casually, "So I trimmed it this morning." ”Isabella stared in disbelief at the neurotic smooth brain.- Yes, a smooth brain, he gave his bangs a precise cut, as if a chainsaw had cut through a piece of steel, and a welding torch had burned through a copper nail, clean and neat—a very regular semi-circular arc bangs, like an inverted first quarter moon, or a stupid watermelon.It turns out that appearance can't affect a woman's attitude towards neurosis.Isabella couldn't bear to look at her: "Dilis......
Why did you cut your bangs like this?
”The bangs that used to hang down to the eyes can be regarded as a gloomy beautiful man, but now he has completely become a gloomy fool!
The mechanic frowned, "I've already answered your question, Goo, because it's hindering my vision." ”Then can't you trim it well!
How did you do this watermelon-like parabolic shear!
Are you convincing me that the legendary mechanic of the mainland is a handicap?!
Isabella looked away with a headache and found the butter saucer he had casually placed on the book: "Hey, Dilis, this is at the dinner table, can you put down the pen in your hand?"
I remember you told me to be quiet and focused during your meal. ”Even when Dilis was perfunctory to her, he still turned on the mouth cannon switch: "Goo, I'm an adult." ”"I'm not going to lose my temper and stick my fork into one of the swan napkins on the table just because I can't cut the veal that's been too hot."
Isabella:......
Isn't this the end of this!
She promised a lot of humiliating treaties (like a glass of hot milk a day) before it ended!
Is it necessary for this mouth cannon to emphasize that she can't even cut the steak now!
The Duke chose to block his anger with milk, and shifted the point of attack: "Dilis, no normal child will understand the purpose of you making the inkwell into a napkin swan and placing it on my plate. ”The devil knows how she felt when she poked the "white napkin" and noticed that the latter suddenly squirted out a large puff of inky blue ink, and watched the puddle of ink contaminate her toast and then paste her entire face.It's hard for you to play thick black with a guy like Dilis.Because your opponent isn't even a fool, but a mentally retarded five-year-old with a core who loves to play with mud.After a year together, the Duke had learned to speak sweetly when she was angry—for her throat would have smoked every time she had to growl.The mechanic's quill seemed to be shaking as well."
It's simple," he replied briskly, "because I'm going to test your stress control and I like to play pranks." ”Very well, then I still like to fantasize about shaking wildly with a whip around your neck.Isabella let out a few breaths from her nose, not expecting the neurotic on the other side to notice her angry micro-expression.She rolled her eyes, pinched her nose and drank a glass of milk every day—a shame for her, but the Duke had never disdained to break the contract.…… Uh, milk, a weird smell, it's a nasty thing.Isabella stuck out her tongue and quickly forked a few mouthfuls of scrambled eggs and stuffed them into her mouth.The Duke had always hated milk, believing that only children drank milk - well, now she knew a guy who drank strawberry milkshakes in the tavern, and she herself could only drink apple juice in agave cups.When she was almost done with the scrambled eggs, she wanted to reach the pepper shaker in the center of the table and add some spices to her tomato baked beans.Isabella got up from her chair (she wanted to sit, but her height didn't allow it) and looked up for the pepper shaker—this time she collided with the dog-like bangs on the other side.…… Appalling."
Dilis."
Isabella softened her tone and brought up the topic again as amiably as possible, "Can you tell me how you got this bang for yourself?"
”The mechanic didn't blink: "It's simple, a curved glass cutting machine." ”Lord Duke: "An arc......
Arc what??
”"The curved glass cutting machine, which I used to make the refractive surface of the interior of the bell tower."
The pen in Dilis's hand was still moving, "I temporarily activated this cutting machine, and the operation is actually very convenient, but I need to modify the parameters......
And considering the problem of cleaning the knife edge, I think it is necessary to make a small magnetic field to clean those debris......
Now the problem is the resonance of the glass and the magnetic field, which I have never thought about before, which is really interesting, and the source power of the bell tower is also ......" and so on.Isabella summed it up from this long passage: "That is, in order to cut your hair, you put your brain under a cutting machine, and you plan to build a machine for it. ”Dilis nodded approvingly, watermelon-sliced bangs dangling back and forth in front of Isabella's eyes: "It's inaccurate, it's illogical, but it's true, Goo."
It seems that regular bedtime stories have helped you develop excellent comprehension, and I'll record them later. ”Lord Duke: ......
Help me!
Is this neuropathy really mentally retarded!
She clapped the case: "Di!
Sharp!
This!
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
”"You're a mechanic who can weld rusty screws into inkwells, dent inkwells into swans, and disguise inkwells as napkins—" "Yes. ”The five-year-old is very proud of his ability to play with mud, "This idea really tests your excellent stress skills, Goo." ”Shut up!
It's a shame for my life to ferociously stick a fork down a bottle and quickly backflip and kick over the table!"
Delith!
You're very good at hands-on, and I don't believe there are no 'scissors' in this bell tower - so why don't you cut your own hair?!
”This question sounds perfectly normal.But Dilis raised an eyebrow in surprise."
Goo, why would I waste my precious research time cutting my hair?"
…… Appeared!
The crooked reasoning of "cooking is too time-consuming, so I choose the magic of freezer bags, which is expensive and wasteful of ingredients but can be fully automated"!
If you don't want to cut your hair, you can build a repairer?
Isabella knows that reasoning will never be able to tell this cannon.Although he is full of crooked reasoning.…… Is that all there is to it......
For her eyes......
Isabella took a deep breath: "Dilis, I officially launch a challenge to you.This is a challenge with a win-or-lose condition and a consequence. ”Dilis didn't look up, he was still obsessed with his wonderful research of "adding a small magnetic field to a glass cutter to cut his hair"."
Goo, it's after breakfast.""
No, this game doesn't take much time, it only takes three minutes to complete.""
Hide and seek.You hide from me, and within three minutes, if I find you, I win—on the contrary, you win. ”Isabella coughed lightly, folded her arms, and thought back to one of the books she had peeked at by Delis, "How to Raise Preschoolers"—with appropriate punishments and rewards, and making the process challenging and fun—"If I win, sit down honestly and let me trim your dog-chewing bangs." ”The preschooler across the table looked up and was eager to try, "What if I won?"
”Very good.That book is still very reliable.Next comes the rewards, enough rewards ...... "......
If you win, you can wear those little crowns you made on my head as much as you want. ”Isabella added coldly, "And, I will never try to bite your arm." ”Dilis's eagerness to try it immediately turned into a fiery spirit."
Including that seven-colored ......?""
Including the seven-colored one."
The countdown of one minute is the time to hide; The remaining two minutes are time to search.To be honest, the rule proposed by Isabella was very bad for her—Dilis was the maker of the entire bell tower, and of course he knew where the best hiding place was.And Isabella has only lived here for a year, and it is hard to imagine that she can turn the owner of the bell tower out in two minutes.- Of course, the Duke is not a fool, since she has proposed this rule, she has the intention of winning."13,12,11,10......
"Yes, that's it, rejoice, cub seed......
I must have thought that I was so young that I ignored my own conditions and put forward the condition of arrogance......
Hehe...... "4,3,2,1......"
"The countdown is over, I'm looking for you, Delis." ”Isabella put down her hand covering her eyes and looked around.The dining room was quiet, Dilis's butter dish still on the book, and the occasional pointer snapped.Empty.A minute, if not too far, is enough for a mechanic to hide—after all, it's an old bell tower with countless secrets.Isabella scoffed as she looked at the empty dining room.Brother......
Can't think of it, right?
Think you're going to win?"
Dragons.I need your help, where is Dilis?
”The "jingling" bell rang, and a small black dragon shadow burst out from the red spark that rotated in the dome.If you don't look closely, it's like a spark that's only slightly bigger.The shadow of the dragon seemed to be no different from the others, but Isabella could understand the meaning of its bell—"Jingle Bell!"
Jingling!
”I'm coming, I'm coming!
Little master, are we going to trap the master?
It was the steward of this bell tower, the first mechanical life created by Dilis: the bell tower Ben Long.Isabella smiled sweetly.If Dilis had been there, he would have remembered - the last time Isabella laughed like this, she ripped off his ear and roared at his ear for five minutes, and finally used her (way) strength to lead Dilis to the entrance to the market.This smile left a double shadow on Dilis, who later wrote in the record book "The Smile of the Devil"."
Yes, dragon, we will trap him and avenge him for his constant ill speech about you."
The Duke touched the head of the bell tower, "You know where he is, right?"
Take me there. ”The dragon wagged its tail happily: "Ding Dong!
Ding dong!
Ding dong!
”Great!
Let's go and kill him!
Hurry up, little master, come with me!
- Being a master can do this, which shows the poor character of Dilis.The Duke succeeded in rebelling against the bell tower, and she followed the dragon and climbed the black wrought iron staircase gracefully—the place where the hide-and-seek took place, and could Dilis rush out of the tower in a minute?
Isabella couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, revealing the proud expression she had once shown when she held a mechanical whip, and she also turned her two small fleshy hands behind her back with a gesture of looking at all beings.Hehe, this time, I'm sure I'm going to win......
Brother.↑ Unconsciously applying strategy and tactics to playing hide-and-seek with a five-year-old preschooler, the adult woman on it [a minute and a half later] Isabella's proud expression collapsed a little."
Dragon......
Are you sure, do you know where he is?
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
”The little dragon who led the way turned around anxiously: "Jingle bell?
”I'm pretty sure the host is right here!
Isabella frowned, "Are you sure?"
We've all gone around here for a couple of laps. ”It was a small section of the long wrought-iron staircase, and Isabella couldn't see anything to hide except for the staircase that hung in midair."
Jingle ......"
I'm pretty sure......
The host was here and I was able to check the vital signs of the location......
Isabella didn't expect that her plan for the bell tower itself would overturn.Could it be that Dilis really ran outside the bell tower?
That guy can't be so shameless, right?"
Countdown 25, 24, 23, 22......"
Just as Isabella was about to rush back and check the exit of the bell tower, a familiar voice suddenly sounded above her and the dragon's heads.The tone is frivolous, and the tail note can shake three times, and the countdown is incomparable.…… No way.Isabella looked up and saw Dilis.The latter, in a marvelous pose, hung himself between three overlapping rotating gears.He smirked: "Goo, you can't catch me, countdown 5,4,3,2,1......"
"I won, slightly." ”Isabella:......
She was shocked by the other party's shamelessness.She was also shocked by the other party's childish behavior of not hesitating to hang herself on the gears to win hide and seek.…… This kind of thing......
As an adult......
Can't be counted with a five-year-old school-age child......
This is a stinky brother......
The stinky brother whistled lightly, reminding her, "Goo, that little crown of the seven colors......
"Five-year-old Isabella sat down on the stairs."
No, I won."
Coldly and arrogantly, she announced to the mechanic hanging from the gears, "If you have the ability, you can climb down on your own, and I'll sit here and watch you hang - unless you declare that I have won this game of hide and seek." ”Dilis: ......
"You're shameless, Goo. ”"I'm five years old, and it's shameless for you to hang yourself there!"
“…… Hmph, a five-year-old human cub is so naïve......"
"You're naïve!
Come down!
You've got what it takes!
”“…… It's you naïve!
”"You're naïve!""
Phew, you're naïve!""
You foul, you added an onomatopoeia more than me!""
I don't foul because I'm only five years old!""
Five-year-old naïve ghost!""
You're a childish ghost!"
The author has something to say: you come down!
Come down!
You have the ability to hang yourself up, and you have the ability to come down!
Briefly!
- For some reason, two adults who are both serious about playing hide-and-seek with the logic of a five-year-old.Chapter 19 Stalemate Is Fun In the end, this battle of hide and seek ended with a lose-lose result.Draw.In fact, with the shamelessness of Dilis, he could have won - although the mechanic himself had the strange balance ability of "often tripping and hanging in strange places in his own bell tower", his own physical fitness and motor nerves were still excellent.- Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get himself out of those strange hanging spots until he had raised humanoid research objects.Dilis could have hung there for more than three hours, or □□ himself out of his gears with a strange twist.But the opponent who sat there on the stairs was still a five-year-old after all.After about an hour of glaring and scorn at each other, Isabella sniffed and sneezed.The black wrought iron staircase was cold, and she wore only a thin, light princess dress.Obviously, the cold iron is incomparable to the pillow, blanket, quilt and satin of Delis.At first, the Duke wanted to hide her little sneeze, but she felt that it was quite embarrassing - at that time, she had no clothes in the black tower, and could only sleep on a pillow covered with bricks covered in black mud, and she had no idea that there was such a luxury as "quilts" in the world......
I didn't see her catch a cold.…… Now I'm pampered like this by soft pillows and human heaters.But as soon as Isabella raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the childish ghost hanging from the gears—his flirtatious taunt suddenly stopped, and his hesitant expression flashed.Hey.As a sinister and cunning demon duke, Isabella rolled her eyes, wiped her nose, bent down, and made the loudest sound she could: "Ahhhhh ”Hanging there, Dilis couldn't hold it down.Isabella rubbed her shoulders exaggeratedly.“…… Are you cold, Goo?
”"Ah, yes, Delith, I feel like I'm going to catch a cold-" Playing with research creatures can't destroy each other's health, and Goo is still a five-year-old cub.The attack power is limited to the mouth cannon, and the mechanic, who is very simple in nature, sighs."
Okay......
That's it, this one......
Count you as a winner.Get up from the stairs, pull me down, and I'll make you some anti-cold soup. ”Yes.The mature adult who is five years old on the surface still defeats the naïve five years old of the adult on the surface.Isabella sniffed, smug.She motioned for the dragon on one side to turn the gears, allowing the set of mechanical parts to slowly levitate above her head......
Then, Isabella stood on her tiptoes and looked for a climbing spot.Dilis hung in the middle, unhappy at losing hide and seek, but he didn't say a word.Isabella suddenly discovers a new way to make Dilis deflated—more effective than to tease him—and that is to pretend to be pathetic as a five-year-old.Well, that's weird.Such a convenient method, why didn't I think of it before?
Isabella tried a rim and found that she couldn't get her footing, so she changed directions.Dilis stretched out his hand downward, waiting for her little hand.Why.Is it because you didn't need to pretend to be pathetic before?
Is she used to a strong style?
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
[Child, be obedient, come to your uncle.] 】No."
That duke" did not have the experience of pretending to be pitiful, but "Isabella" did.The difference is nothing more than ......
That "pitiful" is not a cold, fever, snot bubbles.Contrary......
Colds, fevers, snot bubbles, this ill that is not good enough will not win her the slightest pity, but will be rejected.The only person who can be bewitched by an ugly and bad disease is someone who really cares about himself......
Well?
Well???
Isabella stood on tiptoe, her outstretched little hand frozen in the air.Dilis was down enough, and the older hand grasped the hand she had handed over."
Your hands are so cold, Goo."
He frowned, "You have to go and drink up the cold medicine first, and then we'll talk about cutting your hair......
Dragon, turn on the floor heating in the library on the third floor and warm it up in advance. ”Isabella pursed the corners of her lips stiffly, and couldn't help but pull her hand back.Dilis looked at her inexplicably: "Goo?
Pull me down. ”…… Damn it.This should be unlikely."
You know, Delis, I suddenly decided on one thing......"
Isabella bowed her head in embarrassment, "hide and seek, let's settle it as a draw."
Half and half. ”- Don't make a situation where "this guy chooses to admit defeat because he cares about my health"!
What nonsense was I thinking about?
[Ten minutes later] yes, Isabella, you just thought of a mess.Delete it immediately.- The Duke thought to himself, wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting on a soft pillow, covered with a quilt, and holding a bowl of medicinal soup that looked unpalatable.Theoretically, she should be moved by the rare care of this mouth cannon.But wearing a small multicolored crown, Isabella ......
I really can't be moved.In order to show off her adult demeanor, Dilis did not hand her the spicy-eyed crown of colorful birds.He relented to the next best thing and changed to five colors - red, orange, red, green, and blue.Lord Duke with the Crown of Five-Colored Birds: ......
What's the difference, huh?!
What the hell is the bullshit difference between five colors and seven colors?
Anyway, they're all in my hair!
Refracting the miserable brilliance!
At this time, she was holding the anti-cold medicine cooked by Dilis and wrapped in Dilis's pillow quilt, and the Duke still chose to endure it silently after suffering such a humiliation.As much as she wanted to flip the medicine bowl and the quilt roaring, she could see the fingers moving nimbly as soon as she looked up—Dilis was sitting in the chair he declared "only for the most interesting research work," engrossed in it......
Knit sweaters.The thing had found the warmest thing he could find, wrapped Isabella into a giant cotton ball, rolled the ball onto the floor of the library with floor heating, and then rubbed his chin to look at her for a moment, and finally decided to knit some woollen shawls for her.Because "it was my negligence to ignore the warmth of the clothes by only considering the cuteness of the version, I should have developed a few warm fabrics that would not make five-year-old children catch cold".As soon as he said that he would do it, the other party immediately turned out the crochet needle and yarn ball from the pile of miscellaneous items that were randomly piled together, and after drawing the sketch, he flew his fingers and went to work.You can't lose your temper with a little guy who cooks you cold medicine and knits you a sweater, can you?
…… Even though he put the multicolored crown on your head.The Duke's mood was very, very complicated at this time.Mechanics are the best people on the continent who do their manual work.They are said to have the most flexible fingers in the world.Dilis was able to create a fairytale world out of the old bell tower, a white swan out of screws, and a tiny princess crown out of leftover molten iron and tin foil - all of this shows that his manual work was not bad at all.But he was too lazy to cook, too lazy to cut his hair, too lazy to clean up his stacks of books—all of which gave Isabella the illusion that maybe Dilis was a mechanic with poor workmanship.As it turned out, he wasn't.Worshipped as a god by the mechanics, with elven-like fingers, he was holding a crochet needle to pattern Isabella's wool shawl, and the tiny roses were hooked by the other party's stitches.Dilis just wasn't good at showing.This guy with a bad personality may have lived alone for too long, and he is too used to making everything frivolous......
Is it an innate temperament?
If you think about it, he built his bell tower into a fairy tale world, but insisted on living alone in it; He turned the screw into a white swan, but used it as a prank prop to scare his research object; He could have made a delicate crown, but he had to dye it in a mess......
What is Dilis doing?
What is this mysterious but actually five-year-old mechanic doing?
The Duke of Castile had never been so confused.She felt that the existence of Dilis was much more interesting than the great prince, the king, the entire royal family, the guild forces that were fighting each other, the empire, the entire continent, everything she had experienced in her previous life.She seemed to be able to stay here for a long time.She seemed to be able to spend a long time studying him.Compared to Dilis, the past in the distant royal capital seems to have become cliché.- This curiosity came to Isabella's mind very suddenly."
Dilis ......" she looked down at the potion that contained the reflection of the messy crown on her head.Isabella spoke softly, "What are you rejecting?"
”The mechanic on the opposite side was knitting a sweater, and the answer was as frivolous as ever."
Refusal?
I don't refuse anything interesting.Goo, do you refuse to embroider roses on woolen shawls?
You didn't object to my design sketch just now, so your rejection doesn't count. ”Lord Duke: ......
"Hey, can't you talk properly?"
”She cleared her throat, annoyed by the intense curiosity she had raised, "Dilis, I'm seriously asking you. ”"I'm answering you seriously, too, Goo."
Dilis said, eyes fixed on the crochet needle moving back and forth: "I didn't refuse anything interesting. ”Isabella shot back: "Ha, don't you think humans other than me are boring?
Otherwise, why do you ......
"It took so many years to bring me a humanoid research object?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Dilis interrupted: "Yes. ”“…… What?
”"Over the years, I've only found you, a valuable research object."
Dilis put down the crochet needle, grabbed the pen, and modified a certain trick: "Do you know how many stray children I have picked up, climbed onto the dragon's flight deck, and how many stray children have cried and fallen into a frightened coma at the first sight of me?
”"Not a single cub can accept that they are a few hundred meters above the ground, approached by a strange man whose eyes can't see clearly, and they will flee as soon as they land - of course, I will provide some food or gold coins as they pay me for a moment of study.""
It's just you.Of all the samples, you're the only one. ”Dellis looked at Isabella in a cotton ball, with a small ostentatious expression."
Only you took the hand I handed you, and without any resistance, I led you somewhere in the corner of the continent, and watched the dragon turn into a bell tower and be led in by me—don't you think you're not interesting enough yourself, Goo?""
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
If you are judged from the perspective of probability, Goo, you are rare and precious......"
The other party tilted his head, and something flashed inexplicably in his frivolous eyes, "1 possibility, I think." ”He added in a whisper of inaudible voice: "Whether it's the fate of meeting or the fate of getting along, you ......
Most likely that 1. ”Isabella shrank into her cotton ball, as she had tried to retract her hand that reached for Diris."
I don't feel honored to be a rare and interesting piece of research."
Dilis shrugged, picked up the crochet again, and continued to knit the sweater.Isabella's feet rubbed lightly in the quilt, feeling that the temperature around her seemed to be too high, and her palms were a little sweaty.But at the same time, something inexplicably melted in her stomach - weird, making Isabella feel like she had just drunk a glass of hot milk.She couldn't help but stick out her tongue, and the facial features on her face wrinkled together.The mechanic who was immersed in weaving was keen: "Goo, even if the medicine is bitter, it is your punishment for sitting on the iron stairs like a fool for an hour."
This is to punish you for your stupidity. ”Lord Duke: ......
"So you deliberately made the medicine so bitter?"
”"Wow, Goo Goo is so smart......
Do you need me to add the remaining two colors of feathers to your crown?
As a reward?
”"Shut up, Delith."
The author has something to say: The little easter egg in the article "The stomach melts", a tribute to Luc Besson's "This Killer Is Not Too Cold", is a masterpiece of cultivation, I think everyone remembers the heroine's confession~~ [Since I met you, my stomach hurts well.I guess that stomach ache is loneliness. 】