White Moonlight who woke up and became a paranoid wizard

Chapter 74 Don't talk, I want to be quiet
Ai Luo's little hand caressed the handrail of the stairs, his brows and eyes full of energy.

But the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. It seemed that something was missing somewhere...

When Ai Luo saw the man walking towards her step by step and looking at her with an expression that did not show the warmth of an old acquaintance, Ai Luo suddenly realized——

She missed the most important point!

She had been asleep for 100 years.

The heroic man in the freeze-frame portrait is at least the grandfather of the boy in front of him!
Arlo, who suddenly realized this, was like a robot stuck in the frame. He stared at the handsome face of the young man. After a long while, he made a move. He pushed away Aaron's hand in a daze. Arlo ignored his stunned expression and looked at himself. He caressed his cheek freely.

Flat, smooth, no wrinkles.

She is different from her grandmother whose face is full of ravages.

Arlo's appearance seemed to have not yet awakened, and was always frozen in a deep slumber.

Aaron, who had been ignored countless times, finally couldn't bear it and opened his lips: "Hey, you..."

"Don't talk, I want to be quiet."

Ai Luo waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Aaron's words with a headache, and pinched his eyebrows in distress, his beautiful face full of sadness.

She didn't know for a moment whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Will you stay young forever in front of a group of children the age of grandchildren?
Aaron stared at her little face that changed expressions silently, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "..." Who is Jingjing?

Holding a crystal slipper in his hand, Arthur walked slowly towards Aurora, with a slight smile on his lips.

Ai Luo caught a glimpse of the very familiar glass slipper. She guiltily tugged on the hem of her skirt and hurriedly covered her unshoeed foot.

This infatuated species.

She actually used the crystal shoe as a token of love, and chased it to other people's homes.

Ai Luo looked sideways for a moment and secretly glanced at Cinderella.

Unexpectedly, the little girl avoided her gaze and lowered her head nervously, like a little ostrich with its little head curled up in the sand. Ai Luo saw a flash of flinch in her eyes.

Tina's eyes lit up, and regardless of the aristocratic etiquette taught by her mother since childhood, she eagerly snatched the glass slipper from Arthur's hand, lifted up her skirt slightly, sat on a small wooden stool, and took the lead in trying on the crystal slipper.

Anyway, at that dinner party, all the noble ladies wore ball masks.

Arthur had no idea who the woman he was dancing with was!
If she successfully puts on this glass slipper, then the position of princess will belong to her, and the glory and wealth in her life will also belong to her!

Tina couldn't hide the joy in her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips almost reached the base of her ears.

This is really a surprise given to her by God!
Before Tina put on the shoe, she had already thought about the name of her future child with Arthur.

It had long been heard that Arthur had longed for his childhood playmate, and his infatuation had already spread in other countries.

But now, Arthur is willing to hold a dinner and choose a princess, which shows that he has let go of the past. In the future, Tina can marry a foreign country and become the woman Arthur loves deeply!

Tina lowered her head, letting her long golden curly hair cover her face, and put on her glass slippers impatiently.

Ai Luo stood far away, staring at his own glass slipper distressedly.

Tina's big foot was still trying to squeeze in without even realizing it.

Ai Luo couldn't look straight and closed her eyes, wondering if this stinky girl would stretch her shoes a size larger.

　Snow White, who showed up early, casually took a bite of the apple and blinked her eyes innocently: "Ask me why I didn't react in shock when I learned that Arlo has been sleeping for 100 years?"

　　A certain princess put her hands on her hips triumphantly, and the little flowers on her head were full of joy: "As you said, I am the woman who holds the script!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)