Gray and white owls cooed on the branches, and moths covered the glass windows, trying to get even closer to the candlelight. The night dew made the veins clearer, and the dim light of the fireflies was like the last struggle and wail of a shooting star. p>
Four ogre magicians sat cross-legged in the four corners of the wooden house. They absolutely did not want to witness anyone's life in danger again, let alone be scolded by the patriarch Alejandro again.
The giant rock cradle opened, and the giant chrysalis, which was as big as a baby, was taken into Christine's arms. Perhaps only in this quiet moment of night could she stay with her loved ones with peace of mind.
Wisps of candlelight poured out through the cracks in the door. After Boom and Rikka decided on their future journey route, it was rare for them to put aside all their worries and enjoy their private time.
The wooden comb purchased in the Principality of Floy was extremely exquisite, and it was even carved with rose patterns. Rikka was sipping coffee, but it was not like Christine's, but had a lot of bee sugar put into it.<
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"Exhaust your life force to ensure that I sleep peacefully in that dream. Although this behavior is very touching, you must never do it again in the future."
The wooden comb slowly slid down, and the silver threads reflected the candlelight. Boom has never cared about power or superiority. He only hopes to stay with Rikka forever, and only hopes that he can accompany each other more and more.
However, these silver threads in front of Boom's eyes at this moment deeply hurt his heart. Rikka has been giving since she was born, the madness in the dark cell, the dying in Cisse High Court, the arrogant frost in the frozen continent, the whispers
Contest with the Dark Elf Queen in the forest.
But Boom has never been able to show his courage as an elder brother. Not to mention protecting the other party, even the black wooden staff in his hand was a gift from Rikka.
"Does my brother like the current Rikka, or the dark purple hair that he once had?" Rikka didn't look back, but her shoulders began to tremble slightly.
Rikka didn't have Boom's thoughts, because she, like the female insect contract beast, only had her own "master" in her eyes. Whether it was Boom's intention to abandon her, or her deadly battle with the great swordsman Aguero, or her arrival at
In the Elf Continent, she temporarily lives in the ogre tribe. Rikka feels that Boom is everything to her and the existence she most hopes to see when she opens her eyes every day.
She doesn't care about the identity of her ancient ferocious beast, nor does she care about the fact that she is just a contracted beast, nor does she even care about the life or death of the female contracted beast. Because in the end she only needs Boom and will only act according to Boom's preferences.
"It's pretty, even prettier than that dark purple hair. If Lulu were still alive, and if Rebecca hadn't left her, both of them would definitely praise this beauty."
Boom smiled when he heard this, and then replied without hesitation. After saying this, he saw the bunch of stupid hair on Liuhua's head shaking violently, and his little face, which was covered by countless silver threads, turned even red.
Because of her silver hair, she tried to cover it up with platycodon juice, fell asleep with hyacinth buds on her pillow, collected a large number of cornflowers, and went deep into unknown places to pick bluebells.
But in the end, Rikka gave up trying to change back to her former self, because this was her true state and the look she was most accustomed to.
But she was also very concerned about her brother's evaluation, because no one would easily accept such a big change. In the end, this trivial matter became a knot in her heart, until tonight Boom said frankly that he didn't care.<
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"If possible, I would prefer my hair to be white. Rikka, you have sacrificed too much. If you encounter something in the future, you must take your time and think about yourself. Can you promise my brother?"
Boom spoke again, and then stopped combing his hair. Rikka's body temperature quietly spread into his palms, and the unique aroma was evaporated and diffused by the temperature.
Boom is a very realistic person, so he naturally does not have Rikka's wild thoughts. In his opinion, all this is caused by his own weakness, whether it is Rikka's silver hair or the two's previous experiences.
The wooden comb moved slowly again, and the silver threads were flowing through it like a stream. Boom felt like his heart was twisting in a knife, and even his right hand began to tremble slightly.
"Brother, it's been a long time since you combed Rikka's hair. Be serious. You must not be lazy or playful." Rikka said softly, but her tone was very weak.
What she likes most is not sugar cakes, let alone playing with that big fat insect. Rikka has always only liked Boom, and she has always only liked the brief moments with each other's private parts.
But during that bumpy journey, what she was most accustomed to was silently watching Boom sleep, silently preparing breakfast in the early morning, and silently counting supplies when the candles went out.
Tired, very tired, very tired! This kind of life is not what Rikka looks forward to the most, but it is the most real. As time goes by, she has to bow to reality and passively change her original intention.
But this is fine, this may be the most perfect result. Because Rikka likes to watch Boom eat up the food he cooked, likes to watch each other practice, likes to chew snacks under those magic lights, or read romance novels. Looking at the whole world, Rikka's strength can be called a "genius". However, her wish seems insignificant and makes the world laugh at her.
But this is her, this is her long-cherished wish. No matter what she is, no matter how powerful she is, in front of Boom, Rikka will always be the other's stupid girl, stupid enough to consume most of her life force at will, stupid enough
Like a servant, he works hard without complaining.
"Now that I have become a high-level magician, I am very free for the time being. If Rikka likes it, my brother will take the trouble to 'harass' you in the future. But there are ugly things ahead. Rikka must not dislike my brother."
Boom was stunned when he heard the words, and then held the wooden comb tightly with his right hand. The speaker had no intention, but the listener had intention. Boom felt more and more that he owed Rikka too much and only cared about his own magic level.
However, Boom forgot that he and Rikka had already merged their souls. His palpitations were instantly conveyed to each other, and Rikka's expression was no longer relaxed.
"Brother, only if you become stronger can you better protect Rikka! Only if you become the immortal peak powerhouse can Rikka live for a long, long time!"
"Rikka likes her current life, likes her brother practicing in his room every day, likes sister Christine's aloofness, and likes the flattery of that big fat insect."
"That's good, let everything go to peace! Rikka doesn't want the people she cares about to get hurt, she doesn't want to see her brother showing that expression again, and she doesn't want sister Christine to fall into despair."
As Rikka said that, she held Boom's hand with her backhand. The force made Boom grin, but he tried his best to respond and respond to the other person's wishes.
The candle finally turned into a wisp of smoke, and the moonlight could no longer penetrate the curtains. Boom held Liuhua in his arms, breathing on the silver threads, and the vague and non-existent fragrance also poured into the nose.
Rikka curled up in Boom's arms, the bunch of stupid hair on her head swaying slightly, and her little face was as red as a bonfire. She smelled the smell emanating from Boom, and then slowly fell asleep.
