The female supporting role in Quick Transmigration is the favorite of the group

Bukele didn't refute his words, Cassio seemed to have changed back to the sullen Cassio before.

The change was caught off guard, but it was not completely unreasonable.

"You know? Now as soon as I recall her time, I watched her die in front of my eyes, my heart...is in a mess. "

"Don't think too much, the dead are dead."

Now Bukele finally understands why An Ranran is unwilling to tell Cassius about him and An Ranran.

Although he didn't know what happened to Casciu and the rescue, but judging by Casciu's current obsession, if he really told him, Casciu would probably go crazy.

Of course, he really didn't want to tell Casxiu that was also a reason.

After all, it was An Ranran who had to bear the pain to completely seal Kasxiu's memory.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and Cassio lay quietly on the window, his eyes were as bright as stars in the past, and his eyes with stars hidden in his eyes were watching the Purcell stealthily under the snow. Salla star.

They carried one after another of the buckles, but they were able to walk lightly in the heavy snow. Although the snow was small but dense, their footprints were quickly covered up, and the snow fell without a trace.

"Hey, Bukele, it seems that dinner is about to start. I'll call An Ranran and let's have dinner together."

"Well, okay."

When the Buhuoxiu trio arrived at the reception room, Rey patted the three vacant seats beside him that he and Ryles had reserved early in the morning and said, "Here, your seats are here, I just wanted to call you, The person who notified you to come here, you are sharp-eyed, are you in good health? Bukele, An Ranran."

"It's not a big problem, it will be cured in a few days." Bukele pushed An Ranran beside him: "This girl will be cured in two or three days."

An Ranran opened her mouth: "Actually, I... will be almost done after today."

"..." Bukele's Adam's apple rolled down.

The recovery ability of the holy fire phoenix is ​​really fast, Rey smiled lightly: "Come and sit, the dishes are ready."

Sara Star has the custom of competing for alcohol consumption at banquets.

There are many natives on Sarla who have a good drinker. This time they sent a brother and a younger brother. The elder brother is about the same age as Rey, and the younger brother looks about the same size as An Ranran.

Purcell naturally and decisively dispatched Gaia, and Bukele also entered the field by himself, accepting the challenge of fighting wine.

The patriarch of the Salla star tribe and Captain Roger considered that Bukele still had wounds on his body. It is more suitable for Bukele to enshrine the fine wine and delicacies of the rainbow bird sculpture, although it is easier to get drunk than ordinary wine, and that wine is called Drunken Cherry Man.

Unexpectedly, after An Ranran took a sip of the wine, he dragged Gaia down and followed.

Gaia, who was dragged down by death: "Huh? What's going on!?"

"Don't make trouble, go back." Bukele grabbed the soft little face of Lori next to him: "Kids, what kind of wine do you want to drink?"

"Let me tell you, this wine thief is delicious!" An Ranran licked her moist lips: "And I'm also very good at drinking! I want to drink!"

"Bukele, you just let the little bird do it." Seeing An Ranran's reluctance, Ryles said with a smile: "And An Ranran and that boy seem to be of the same age, so it's fairer. "

"Gels, why are you like this?" Bukele curled his lips, and patted An Ranran's head slightly: "Be careful, don't drink too much, little greedy cat."

"Hey." An Ranran, who got Bukele's consent, immediately began to put her hands on her hips with pride. She looked at the buff, clean and quiet young elf beside her, and raised a finger arrogantly. : "I'll drink you down later!"

It turns out that the one who got drunk...was herself.

The young elf bowed his hands politely and said, "I am Ruolai."

"Hmph, I'm An Ranran." Seeing that Ruolai revealed his name, An Ranran didn't hide it.

"Bukele, she's crazy every day, don't worry about her." Bukele looked at the tall elf in front of him and said.

"The guest is joking, the child is very cute, I am Ruolaien." Another elf also laughed.

The wine of Zui Yingren is translucent, slightly sweet in the mouth, with a little bit of cherry pink and pink.

The pre-heated wine has an extremely warm and palatable temperature, even the cups and jugs that hold the wine are warm.

An Ranran held the wine glass and drank happily.

The wine really suits her taste, it has a sweet and floral fragrance in the mouth, a bit like the fruit wine she likes to brew for An Ranran with small things like fruits and flowers.

An Ranran is of the ice attribute, and doesn't like feeling hot all over her body, so naturally she doesn't like drinking too much, unless it's the fruit wine brewed by An Ranran, she can barely drink some.

An Ranran, who was holding the wine glass and drinking very well, had a tear streaming down from the corner of his eyes.

In fact, the few of them have no appetite for very sweet or very spicy wine, except for An Ranran who can barely accept it.

After An Ranran left, she no longer had the mind to brew fruit wine.

After he drank a glass of wine, An Ranran threw down the glass in his hand, hugged a warm flagon, and drank with his head raised.

Bukele, who was sitting beside her, glanced sideways at An Ranran, and said softly, "An Ranran?"

But An Ranran's response to him was only one tear.

Her clean tears slid all the way from the corners of her eyes, stopped at her chin for a while, then flowed down her chin, dripping onto the rim of the wine glass she threw away at her feet.

After the pot of wine was completely drunk, An Ranran knelt down on the stool.

An Ranran supported her head with her hands, but her vision became a little bit blurred: "How could it be..."

Her drinking capacity is indeed not the best in the eight-tone rhythm, but she won't be drunk after drinking such a little wine...

Ruolai stood up, cupped his hands and looked at An Ranran, who was already drunk and unconscious, and said: "Guest, let me go."

Afterwards, he looked at the tribal chief of Sarla Star: "Master Patriarch, please allow me to prepare hangover tea for the guests."

"Well, let's go."

"It's because you drink well, alas." Bukele looked helplessly at An Ranran's long, curly eyelashes, which were stained with tears.

He took off his cloak and covered the fire ball, even though he knew that the flames in An Ranran's body were strong enough to resist the severe cold.

The little girl is really fragile.

Muse stepped forward and hugged An Ranran. An Ranran rubbed Muse's arm, subconsciously rolled herself into a ball, and continued to sleep soundly.

With such a small dumpling in his arms, it was extremely warm.

Muse pulled out the spirit-locking hairpin on An Ranran's head, and An Ranran's long fiery red hair slanted down, at least in this way, she could sleep more comfortably.

She stuffed the spirit lock hairpin into the hidden pocket next to An Ranran's skirt, and rubbed An Ranran's hair: "Sleep well."

The hangover tea was soon brought up by Ruolai, and Muse took the bowl of warm hangover tea and fed it into An Ranran's mouth spoonful by spoonful.

It was Bukele who won next, but he was almost there.

After taking the hangover tea handed to him by Ruolai, after drinking it, Bukele took An Ranran from Muse, looked at Lei and said, "Rey, An Ranran and I go back to sleep first."

"Ah, good, be careful on the road, I'll see you off."

"No need, it's cold outside."

An Ranran was very restless along the way.

Her little paws like cat's paws scratched left and right in mid-air. The sharp nails repeatedly wrinkled the clothes on Bukele's chest and scratched Bukele's face. He directly grabbed Bukele's hair and yanked violently!
"Hiss!" Buckle endured her time and time again, although he didn't get angry but it was not too much, thinking whether his hair had a grudge against her in his previous life.

After she grabbed Bukele's hair, she never let go. When Bukele put her on the bed, she was still holding on tightly, refusing to let go of her claws.

Bukeley tried to break it, but didn't move.

An Ranran's grasp was too tight.

She didn't know what she dreamed of, and she kept frowning fiercely.

Bukele himself was also dizzy, so he simply let her grab his hair, while he sat on the ground casually, half lying on the bed and closing his eyes to rest.

This wine is delicious, but it still has a lot of aftertaste.

Bukele was in a daze of sleep, but An Ranran turned around by pulling his strand of hair, rolled on the bed, and fell off the bed gorgeously from the other side, sending his hair away. At that moment, there was also a huge landing sound: "Bang!"

Bukele's scalp hurts even more gorgeous.

With a dark face, he covered his miserable red scalp, turned around the end of the bed, and walked to An Ranran on the other side.

An Ranran sat up from the ground dazedly in pain from the landing. She rubbed her dazed eyes and raised her head in a daze to look at the huge monster that shrouded herself in a dark shadow: "Meow? Sister?"

"Meow? Sister?" Bukeley's veins bulged out of anger, she hadn't woken up yet, and she hadn't sobered up yet!
Angrily, he grabbed An Ranran by his collar, and picked him up from the ground. An Ranran, who was hanging in the air, smiled cutely, and grabbed Bukele's face with his hands. His tone was cute and sweet that Bukele had never heard Soft: "Sister~"

"Look clearly, I'm not." Bukele seemed to like the fact that An Ranran mistook himself for An Ranran, but this really surprised him. Could it be that he and An Ranran really resembled each other?Apart from being a bit colder, there is no similarity at all from attributes to gender to life experience and habits, okay? !

But why did she and Casxiu both regard him as the head of the octave? !
I really don't understand!

But An Ranran, who was so soft and sweet, forced Bukele to calm down.

He sat on the edge of the bed, put An Ranran on his lap, hugged An Ranran's waist firmly and gently with his arms and said, "Let me see, where did you fall?"

"..." Bukele blackened his face silently.

Although it was always visible to the naked eye, it was really...soft and warm. The temperature on An Ranran's body was really warm, like a small stove full of charcoal fire.

When he grows up and develops another day, it is estimated that his figure is indeed at least two starting points better than An Ranran's.

"Don't make trouble!" Buke quickly withdrew his hand, only to feel that his hand became hot and numb in an instant, not just being warmed by An Ranran's body temperature or something.

"Well... sister, why did you start talking like Bukele? You always only said "don't make trouble" to me again and again when I was in the rebirth period of the holy fire phoenix bird Duck." An Ranran hugged Bukele's neck, and his fiery red head lightly rubbed against Bukele's chin.