The Wizard World: 578 Rescue 1

A few days later.

The sky is gloomy and grey, and a lot of thick clouds are getting darker.

On the sparse dark green grass near the Xiaoxi camp, there are more than a dozen yellow bamboo weaves, which contain black bamboo shoots, white bugs, animal fur and other sundries, all of which are slightly sun-dried hot.

A 13- or 4-year-old girl, wearing a short black leather skirt and a close-fitting leather armour, quickly moved all the round bamboo plates and hugged them.

The little girl's golden shawl with long hair was blown to the right by the growing cold wind. A small, exquisite and beautiful face was revealed, and a little dark gray birthmark was faintly on the forehead, which was round.

The wind in the forest is getting louder, and the rushing leaves are shaking.

"It's going to rain, move quickly, Little Rila." A man's voice came from the tent behind the girl.

The man lay on the tent, revealing Freira who was busy packing, and yawned slightly.

"唔 ... so boring ..."

The man's dark red hair on his head and waist diverged behind him, his face was not handsome, but he was faintly lazy, and a small black beard was on his white chin. Just lie down to sleep.

Freila glanced back at Angele in her busy schedule. "Come help if you are bored!"

"Isn't there you?" Angele rolled over, lying on his back and looking into the sky. "Little Rila, I find that you are getting better and better lately."

Freila's face blushed, and the action of clearing up suddenly suddenly.

The black leather skirt and leather armor she wore were all tight-fitting. She also bought it when she was 13 when she was in town. Now she grows up and wears her previous clothes.

The body is only 14 years old and sexy, with long, round white legs, and the exposed part is as smooth as white gauze. The slender waist and limbs, and the chest protruding forward were already quite large, trembling slightly. Coupled with the golden shawl and long hair sprinkled freely on the shoulder, the small mouth is often pink and delicate as cherry.

Freira, a young boy, already has the beauty of a little beauty. When standing there to pack things, the rushing figures became more and more reverie.

Although Angele looked up at the sky, the light from the corner of her eye was constantly aimed at Little Freila.

"Your birthmark can be completely eliminated with a few more ointments. Remember to add the potion I gave you while taking a bath." He lazily instructed. "You need to know that congenital capital is insufficient, and the day after tomorrow will be dead and can be adjusted."

Freila looking at her sculpted and delicate skin. There was an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in Anglo's heart.

Freila is just a pretty little girl, and her skin is not very good. Many freckles naturally grow rougher as she grows up. Coupled with the need to practice swords, the body curve became increasingly imperfect and beautiful. In the future, it will be considered a middle-to-high figure.

But since leaving the town with Angele, he has intentionally or unintentionally added little Freira's diet and life to improve the physical fitness of the medicine, and occasionally, when she falls asleep, A medicinal fragrance that is good for the body.

After a period of time, Freira's physique has improved a lot. From the original average, she has become a more beautiful young girl. However, it seems that the amount of the drug is difficult to grasp. Freila's physical development seemed to be over this age.

"Don't you find that you are much more beautiful and cute than before? It's all my credit." Anglie said proudly.

"Pretty good for a fart!" Freila took a large number of bamboo plates and walked to the entrance of the carriage to put it in flat. "I am going to be a great figure of the legendary knight in the future! My body will be covered with scars of the heroes sooner or later! The skin is so cut with a knife, no fart!"

Angele exhaled silently. "If you don't use swear words when speaking, let your tone slow down, you are the perfect beautiful girl."

Unfortunately, he overestimated the attractiveness of beauty to Freila. Also overestimated the status image of beautiful women in this era.

"I said it!" Freera strode slightly ahead of Angele, panting slightly. "Lao Tzu will be the epic hero of the legendary knight in the future !!" She answered with one hand on her hips.

"Child ... you will marry sooner or later ..." Angle reluctantly said.

"Marry someone? Who are you marrying?" Freila had a small face. "Forget you to marry. Isn't I already yours? Is my stomach a little uncomfortable a few days ago, should I have a baby?"

Angel's face became rigid.

"What is it about having a baby? You guy ...... sleeping in a carriage ..... you are going to have a baby even if the quilt is not a bed?" he Cover your forehead for a while and don't know how to popularize this knowledge to the little ones.

"Who else can I rely on now, anyway?" Freila's blue eyes flashed confused.

"I heard my mother say that it's easy to have a baby, and when you want to vomit. Just vomit the child early, and the stomach shouldn't hurt?" Freila answered blankly,

"What does it mean to vomit ..." Angri took a deep breath. About to speak.

"Oh? The weathercock is crooked." Freila suddenly took a few steps forward. Reach out and straighten the copper weather vane above the tent. Legs in short skirts stood above Angele's face.

"I said ...." Angle was silent, "Did I live so many years and actually be seduced by a little girl today?" From his perspective, it is clear that the thigh depth of the little girl's short leather skirt can be clearly seen Office. "If something goes on like this ..."

He quickly turned over and retracted into the tent, and a tumult of anger in his heart rolled slightly. In any case, he and Freila are unlikely. Mortals and bloodline sealers, apart from the power gap, are far apart in terms of life alone.

Angele has n’t touched women for many years. All his energy is devoted to research and advancement. Even if he saved Freila at first, he did n’t think about it. Next, Little Freila's figure is getting closer to adulthood, and she has a certain temptation to himself.

"It's really troublesome ..." Angele took a deep breath, but he has always positioned himself on the role of Freila's elder, and has an impulse to the little guy, which makes him feel a little bit Guilt.

"Hey, why are you retracting? You haven't finished talking yet?" Freila's voice came from outside the tent.

"I'm afraid I accidentally have a bad impulse on you." Angell answered very honestly.

"Impulsive? I know this. What do men and women have, right?" Freila burrowed into the tent and lay beside Anglieu side by side. "I don't mind. After listening to my mother, I was treated as a pig for the first time. But I didn't sleep with you like this?"

Angele covered his forehead helplessly,

Boom ...

A sudden thunder came from outside the tent, and then, with a snap, a drop of rain hit the top of the tent. Then came the second drop, the third drop ... The raindrops crackled densely, and it continued to grow louder.

The tent can just fit two people. There is a closed entrance like a zipper. Below the spire is a rectangular parallelepiped shape with a gray bed inside, some clothes and books on the side and a small square window. Inlaid with sealed glass, you can see the outside from the inside.

Angele pulls the zipper back and prevents raindrops from splashing in. When he went to see Freila again, the little guy was asleep stiffly, his limbs were wide, not like the girl's sleeping position.

Carefully cover her with a thin quilt, and Angle suddenly remembers that she had dealt with such children before. He found that he always liked to drink purer children's lives, no burden, no calculations, and everything was so easy.

Time passes quietly. It's getting rainier outside.

A light flashes across the tent window, and the blue and white light up the dark tent momentarily.

Angel noticed that Freila's eyes didn't know when to open slowly, and she was staring at herself. Apparently woke up by lightning.

"Green ...."

"Huh?" Angle straightened up. Sitting cross-legged on the window, looking out at the pouring rain. The forest was no longer clear, completely submerged in a gray rain curtain.

"Why are you saving me?" Freila followed so many teams and matured a lot.

"Why save you? I can't answer this question for you." Angele looked out the window and suddenly remembered Weiwei in the town, and there was something Ou Ming in her heart.

Freila also straightened up. "I didn't understand it before. Later, an older sister told me some stories. I compared myself and found that I understood a lot." She paused and continued, "You can't settle because I can only run around. Now Even more, we can only live in the forest. Although we are very lucky, we have not encountered any terrible beasts. But what are you doing for this? "

She stared blankly out the window, her voice lowered: "I can't repay you, you know."

"You're a child laborer I hire. You work for me. I'll give you food and accommodation. Isn't it a fair deal?" Angle smiled. "The little guy has learned to pretend to be deep?"

Ending, Angele suddenly felt a tight and elastic petite body pressing on his back. The little guy gently hugged him from behind, resting his head on the side of his shoulder.

"Don't think I don't understand anything," Freila whispered. "It's mentioned in the novel." Her warm body was close to Angle's back. His face was pink, and his watery eyes almost dripped.

"Little guy ..." Angele pulled Fury back. "You're still young, don't decide everything in such a hurry ..." Without saying a word, he suddenly saw the silent tears flowing down on Freila's face, and he suddenly stopped.

"I have nothing ...... only you ...... only you ..." Freera cried, her voice choked out helplessly and confused.

She was scared, afraid of the more mysterious image of the young man in front of her, who originally thought he was just a simple pawnshop owner in a town. Then she left the town with him and came in contact with various other people. She realized that the facts were far from simple.

Later, I came into contact with Helia Cynthia and others, and saw his powerful and almost miraculous treatment. Finally, Freila knew that she hadn't understood this seemingly lazy pawnshop uncle from the beginning.

Along with this mystery, the distance is getting farther and farther away, but she feels out of reach.

Many times in the night she was awakened by nightmares. She was standing alone in the darkness beyond her reach, and the desperate loneliness made her mature faster and faster.

She was afraid, fearing that suddenly one day she would wake up, and Anglia in the camp would disappear mysteriously, silently, as if she hadn't appeared from the beginning.

"Okay, obedient ..." Angle gently held the little guy in his arms, and slowly stroked her hair. "I'm right next to you ... I'm right next to you ..." Looking at Freila's small face, the kind of immature was mixed with a little mature, vague, and overlapped with the other two faces in memory.

Freila, tired and crying, slowly fell asleep in his arms.

Angel looked into the pouring rain outside the window and fell into thought for a while. (To be continued)