Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 87 Beauty’s soft words
The heavy snowstorm in the sky drowned everything, the earth was pure white, and the chirping of birds and insects fell silent.

The cold wind was everywhere, pouring into the room through cracks in doors and windows. Fortunately, there is a constant temperature inscription array to maintain the temperature.

Aglaia sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring at the live broadcast. Although it was just a replay of the arena channel, it was novel enough for her that she could stay up all night watching it.

"Aglaia, go to bed!" Musophe stood behind him, holding the back of the sofa.

"But, Mr. Butler! It's so cold upstairs!" Aglaia looked back at the Pandaren with innocent eyes.

"Okay! Let me think of a way..." Musophei raised his paw and scratched a bunch of raised hair on his head.

The master in charge of haircuts firmly believes that this hairstyle is more handsome, more energetic and more recognizable.

Musophei thought it made sense. Every time he had a haircut in the past, no one in the family noticed. At most, they were surprised that his head was rounder.

When I came upstairs, I opened the young master's wardrobe and found a thick fur coat. It seems to be the only one, so there is no extra choice.

The climate in the north is cold, so it stands to reason that there should be no shortage of thick winter clothing reserves. However, neither the young master nor the Pandaren ever wear too thick clothes, as they feel that too bulky clothes will hinder the flexibility of the body.

Musophi returned to the living room downstairs and handed the clothes to Aglaia: "No, here you go!"

"Thank you! Mr. Butler!"

Aglaia regretfully closed the live broadcast: "Can I sleep downstairs? It's really cold up there..."

Musophei pondered slightly. The young master said that as long as he did not prohibit any behavior, it was theoretically possible.

"Okay! You have to sleep well! You are a patient now..."

"Know it!"

The magic light in the living room went out, and Aglaia slowly lay down on the sofa, shaking out her clothes and covering herself with a quilt.

Musophei's footsteps walked away, and in the quiet living room, only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.

For a while, still unable to sleep, Aglaia let her thoughts fly. Thinking of the past when it snowed heavily in winter, I would hold my sister in my arms and cling to each other to keep warm. I really wanted to go back and see them.

Turning over slightly, hugging the clothes on his body, he inexplicably felt a familiar fragrance, as if a small hand was tickling his heart, and a blush quietly appeared on his cheeks, without him noticing it.

"What brand of laundry detergent? It smells so good..." At first, Aglaia thought so, and inexplicably smelled a similar smell on the pillow. Suddenly, something moved in her heart.

"Could it be...the taste of the young master!?"

A spark falls on the dry wood, igniting the youthful and restless body.

On the outskirts of the royal capital, in an unknown forest.

Liadrin was dimly conscious, and suddenly felt someone tapping her shoulder gently: "You, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

"Are you hungry? Eat something first!" Tai'an handed over the paper bag, and the pie was kept in the space ring, still warm.

"Thank you!" Liadrin smiled beautifully and purely. Although it is just ordinary food, it is more comfortable to eat than delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Tai'an also took out a pie and ate it, and stepped on a thick tree root rising from the ground: "I have dealt with all the people who are chasing you, what are your plans now?"

"I..." Liadrin was slightly startled: "I have nowhere to go. I beg you to take her in."

"I can give you a sum of money and supplies, and arrange for you to go to a safe place." Tai'an bent down, picked up the foxtail grass under the snowdrift, and applied the light spell. The faces in the darkness finally became clear, and the two stared at each other.

Her flawless face is like a god descending into the world. If the appearance is based on the 100-point system, it will probably reach 99. One point less is because she is afraid of being proud.

By analogy with the women around me, Greenfield can only reach ninety-five to ninety-six, Taiya can only reach ninety-six to ninety-seven, Aglaia can only reach ninety-seven to ninety-eight...

The only woman who can compare with him is perhaps Principal Xi.

As for the appearance of the lolita who have not yet been completely formed, it is not included for the time being, and it is estimated that the minimum is above 90%.

The shot taster realized that the woman in front of him was a hot potato. No wonder there would be powerful experts chasing her.

Liadrin pursed her red lips and hesitated: "Can I follow you? You can do anything you want me to do! I just want a quiet place where I can stay in the room and never come out."

"The risk of taking you in is too high." Tai'an looked regretful and shook his head slowly.

"I know! So, I want to implore you..." Liadrin looked sadly, with tears in her eyes.

The beauty begged with tears and soft words, but no hero could withstand it, but it was a pity that in front of him was an immature shota.

Tai'an's eyes remained indifferent: "Why are you bothering? If you feel that you lack the ability to take care of yourself, I will help make appropriate arrangements."

Liadrin's eyes were full of obsession and her tone was decisive: "No, I just want to follow you."

"Why? The two of us only have a relationship at most? If you don't tell me the real reason, I will suspect you of ulterior motives."

All the details of tonight's incident flashed through Tai'an's mind. Especially in the last scene, where the killer locks onto Leah and bursts out with murderous intent, it is definitely not fake. The woman's behavior along the way was also naive and silly. She didn't even know how to inscribe a constant temperature. If she hadn't noticed in advance, she might have frozen to death on the way to escape. It would be impossible for her to be a spy or a honey trap.

"I..." Liadrin bit her red lips and spoke with difficulty: "I just want a child and a peaceful little home...

I think you are very suitable. Even if I have no status in the future, it doesn’t matter, I’ll be satisfied just being by your side…”

"Child?" Tai'an's mind went blank. He himself is a child...

"I haven't had my coming-of-age ceremony yet, so it's not appropriate..."

"It doesn't matter, I can wait..." Liadrin stood up, and the snow on her white fur coat fell. About half a head taller than Tai'an, he slowly approached, opened his hands, and hugged each other tightly: "Promise me! Everything you want, only I have, I can give it to you..."

The softness and fragrance of a beautiful woman's embrace are intoxicating.

Tai'an was caught in a war between heaven and man. White reason persuades to stay away from trouble and potential danger. The black desire thinks that he should just go along with the flow and accept the gift of fate. Even if the meat is brought to his mouth, he still won't eat it? The result of being pretentious is getting nothing...

“Where do I fit in?”

In the end, reason prevailed. Shota pushed the blonde girl's shoulder away, his eyes clear again.

Some things must be asked clearly.

"Your heart! It is unpolluted, pure and kind. I like your appearance very much. Our children will be as cute as you in the future. Your family background can ensure that the family will not be troubled by material things in their future lives..."

Liadrin became more convinced as she spoke.

(End of this chapter)