Diablo Destruction

I don’t know why, every time I come to the back garden, I have a ridiculous feeling. The back garden that should be set against the leafy front yard has been moved from a building similar to space since the moment I checked in. The fortress-shaped cylinder is occupied by an unknown building. It is designed to be large and spacious. It seems to be just to install a little more stuff. It occupies 90% of the entire back garden, but the appearance is ugly. , How to describe this awkward feeling? At this moment, my mood is as if I suddenly found a tall terracotta warrior inside while visiting the terracotta warriors.

If the original villa design should get full marks, this strange mobile fortress version of the building appeared, at least deducted more than 90 points, so whenever I walk in the yard, I avoid turning to the back garden Go, every time I go out, I try not to look back, and every time I come back, I lower my head.

He even ran to Lane's house once, and he asked this question: Is there a big chimney behind your house? Although I understand that 120% of this sentence is a sneer for the old, but at least it also shows that it is famous in the nearby residential area.

"Buckle--"

This is my first time here, knocking on a wooden door, and I found that compared with the huge "mobile fortress", the door as the only entrance is very small, just tailored for the petite figure of Morissa In general, doesn't she plan to grow any longer? Moreover, only a small window was opened on the second floor of the whole house, and it was tightly enclosed by an iron fence. I didn't know that this was a prison house for imprisoned servants, and I was abusing my maid.

Waited. Seeing that no one responded, I tried to push it, and it turned on. Oops, this is not good. How can I not lock the door at night? I wonder if there is a strange uncle in the neighborhood at night? Anyway, you are a flower of Lugao. I shook my head and pushed the thick and heavy iron-wood door open. Head down and "drill" into it.

High, narrow and many.

Just stepped inside. My eyes couldn't turn away. Inside and outside the door, as if they were two completely different worlds, rows of extremely oppressive bookshelves lined up from the door to both sides. Between the bookshelf and the bookshelf, there was only a path that could barely pass through. Standing in this small space, I raised my head and looked at the four or five meters high bookshelf straight to the roof, as if even the sight was the same as this house. It became curved.

There is no doubt that the bookshelf is filled with all kinds of books, and the air of this hide and skin is mixed with wood. The peculiar smell that can only be smelled in the library with a long history, coupled with the narrow line of sight that is close to the eyes, vaguely makes people feel breathless. If I stay in this place, It doesn't take three days to make a mental breakdown.

I was leaning on my side and continually shuttled back and forth between the bookshelves. I was whispering in my heart that I shouldn’t be lost here because of my lunatic character. If this is the case, open the portal to escape. Don't think of raising your head in this life.

Fortunately, the back garden of the villa is really small, making this quaint circular building far from being as elusive as the forgotten tower of the black wasteland. After a while, I found the entrance on the second floor-a simple wooden staircase that is as petite as Sanwu Princess. After stepping up the stairs, a wooden door was blocked in front again, and with a light push, the door was still unlocked. Lei

It's said that you have a stronger sense of preparedness. Although you have the strength of a mercenary, what if the night attacker is a strange uncle who has the strength of a transferee? For example, like me..., cough cough... Of course, this is definitely not my accidentally blurting out, I am not a lo*ic*n, just a very pure example, um... !

Although there are still many bookshelves on the second floor, it is not as urgent as the first floor, and the sight is fairly ample. The iron bars are open at the window, and the cool wind blowing slowly touches the beautiful curtains. It felt okay. To be honest, when I saw the first floor, I was a little worried about whether her character had been distorted.

The nest of Morissa is right in the middle of the room on the second floor, surrounded by a circle of bookshelves, as if deliberately putting yourself in the sea of ​​books. Only when you see the luxurious and comfortable white soft bed, will you remember She used to be a princess. Presumably this bed is also one of the few daily necessities that she brought directly from the palace.

In addition, there is only a gold-inlaid wooden cabinet with a simple atmosphere beside the bed. A small cup, a stack of white paper, a pen holder, and dozens of quill pens of different sizes are inserted on it. There is a bright magic lamp, which is just like the decoration of the poor literati writers during the revolution. It is not like a princess at all. No, even the maid of a small family is probably better.

At the moment, our little princess is sinking her body into a soft bed, lying on a pillow, and looking attentively at a book of unknown name. Putting on a slightly thin flowery delicate pajamas, long black hair sprinkled on the bed, the alluring white calves raised high, an unsuspecting look, even the footsteps I did not cover up deliberately I found out that I really don't know how she passed the mercenary test. Isn't it because God is a princess, even God is open?

I wanted to tease a little bit to make her understand the dangers of the world, but when I saw the pair of calves that kept pushing **** the bed, I immediately realized that her mood was definitely not as quiet as she showed. I am afraid It was still particularly angry about Sharna's teasing.

So, I just stepped forward, leaned over, and stretched my hand around her little head.

"Are you reading, our high princess?"

Looking back, it was an aggrieved face with a face that was different from the usual expression. The most striking is the original cartoon-like bright yellow eyes, which are red like rabbits at the moment, making them not good at it. The princess Sanwu who showed her emotions showed such a remarkable emotion. It seems that Sharna's behavior is more than annoying her, it is almost to the point of gnashing her teeth.

"It's nothing."

After a glance. She turned around immediately and didn’t flick me, but her eyes were clearly no longer in the book. A pair of “I’m so angry now, please hurry to comfort me and try my best to please me and make me happy!!” Look.

Hey, comfort people? That's not something I'm good at. Although I can think of dozens of methods in my heart, if I really want to speak, I can't start.

and so. I can only keep rubbing her little head, trying to keep touching it gently, but it is surprising. This effect seems to be more effective than any comforting words. Her expression was gradually returning to indifference, and the red and red pupils dimmed again and lost their anger-don't get me wrong. This is how she looks most normally.

Although her emotions gradually calmed down, she still kept her head tilted up, like a kitten who liked to be caressed, and continued to rub along the movements of my hand, just then. She turned around suddenly and looked at me suspiciously.

"Huh...Master...? When did you come to...?"

It is estimated that it has been 20 minutes since I stepped into the gate, and about 8 minutes to the second floor (don’t ask me why it took me 12 minutes to find the stairs on the second floor in a house less than 200 square meters, I won’t tell anyone), okay, that’s fine. After all, you have a weak awareness. Did not find me close, understandable. But it has been six minutes since our first conversation, during which there were more than five minutes of hands on your head...

With so many data listed, in fact, I just want to ask-what exactly is your reactive nerve, insulator?

I don’t know why, I suddenly had the urge to pull her softly cheeks on both sides, as if I were treating naughty tricks, considering that the relationship between them is not so good after all, I **** Breathing and exhaling, repeated three times, finally suppressed.

what--?

After calming down, I suddenly realized that the little loli just seemed to add a subtle prefix to my title. Is it my illusion?

"It's nothing, I just came up and looked at it, nothing more."

I endured many questions in my heart and replied. I was a little curious and stepped up to see what book she was reading. I was so absorbed that I couldn't even detect how close I was.

Morissa didn't seem to shy me from investigating her and let her go. She snapped the book on the bed and exposed the cover.

Along with her movements, a plausible fragrance of jasmine greets us, women are like flowers, and beautiful women have their own unique floral fragrances. The ancient saying that smelling beauty is not unreasonable.

But it is a pity that I am in the mood now, but I want to taste this unique fragrance that is completely different from the Sarah and they are as attractive as I haven't thought, because I saw the cover that I once knew-full Full text fills the entire cover.

"Can't you read a normal book?" At the moment, there is no word to describe the sense of collapse on my face.

"Normal...book?" Morissa murmured in doubt, as if she didn't understand: "This is a very normal book."

She lifted the cover of the book emphatically and placed it in front of me, pointing to the title of the book, with a very serious tone.

"Normal fart, is the story of the young and powerful viscounts and maids, and the **** and charming countess and knights." I slammed the book she had.

"Huh—?" It really made me guess wrong, is she really reading a serious book? I read the title word by word.

"Defend your own paradise and teach you how to advance the maid of the annoying guests -"

Normal fart! ! !

I glared at Morissa, and she looked at me somewhat puzzled, and the two stared at each other all the time...

"alright, you win."

I rubbed my itchy eyes, succumbed to weakness, and glared at Princess Sanwu. I was wrong. I even had the **** in the wrong position.

"There should be it, hand it in." I held out another hand, a look you looked at yourself.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Morissa did not hesitate to draw a very similar book from under the pillow.

"Stabilize your position and teach you how to get rid of the introduction of the maid of the rookie title."

Look, how serious is this introductory article, why did the advanced article turn the horns? The two books are definitely not the same author, absolutely!

I immediately "Dragon" Yan Dayue, and collected the advanced articles, and the introductory article was returned to Morissa: "That's right, this kind of ability can be called a normal book, and there are, for example, doctrine, the Bible. , Or some travelogue biographies or something, these books can be considered normal."

"But..." Morissa still looked at me puzzled, pointing to the many bookshelves around her.

"I have read these books two years ago."

"Then read it again." I said angrily.

"It's all in my mind, so it's not necessary."

"..." Damn genius child, I hate genius.

"In short, try to read some more normal books~www.ltnovel.com~ or your character will get worse and worse." Didn’t wait for Morissa, who tilted her head to meditate, to understand my sentence? Then, I leaned over and rubbed my hand a few times with my big hand on her head. "There is one more thing that must be remembered. From tomorrow on, don’t make Sister Sarna angry anymore, you know? Presumably you can also feel that with the strength of my sister, if I want to kill you, I can’t stop it. , Don’t make fun of your life, will you?”

After I finished speaking, I naturally bounced on my forehead and turned away.

Stroking the bounced place, Morissa froze for a while, without knowing what she was thinking. After a long time, she suddenly jumped off the bed with bare feet, and the petite man walked down the ladder like a squirrel. Climb up, draw a book that is very similar to the two just above at the top of the bookshelf, then leap down, and ran back to bed barefoot holding the book.

"Count...conscience,...comfort me,...,...earlier, or look at..., after the final chapter..." Fan Pom's small mouth muttered some ambiguous words, Morissa will The book in my arms was drawn, and the title on the cover was—

"Please your master and teach you how to get master master's favor."