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

But my sister said today...we can't hide in the same place all the time. "

"What... are you hiding?"

"A group of very ferocious elves." An Ranran squeezed his hands into tiger claws, and howled a few times: "I have been thinking about capturing us somewhere, locking us in transparent instruments, drawing our blood, and dissecting us." Doing experiments or something, it's very fierce, we can't beat it."

"...Then now?"

"We don't know about this either." An Ranran scratched her head: "I can tell you a little bit, our Eight-tone Rhythm is awakening this time, and at the same time it seems that we have lost part of our memory, remembering certain things in the past Not sure, ah, of course, it doesn’t include me, I was in the crack of time and space, and I didn’t participate in these things. My sister told us that it was when they invaded, and the battle was very difficult and very difficult. Unfortunately, they don't remember much about what happened after that."

"So, you don't know who sealed you, do you?"

"That's right." An Ranran rubbed the end of her soft hair, and a flame-like blush slipped across her palm: "So if you think that after you establish diplomatic relations with us, you will refuse because of being dragged down, we It's totally understandable, because they're really... um."

"No, I just want to ask... It's because of these things that you hate elves so much now, right?" Muse grabbed his long whip.

"Ah, yes, because of those things before... We used to live very hard, and now we fell into a deep sleep for an unknown number of years. Although we have become stronger than before, we still don't know that group of people We don’t know the exact details of them, and we don’t know if they are still alive, so we dare not go outside casually.”

"Pfft...then you are really miserable." At least Cassio can eat and drink in bed, and get a quasi-CP easily.

Look at other people's cubs, and then look at yourself.

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"Damn, and I really want to find a brilliant point, let's forget about it." Stao rolled up his sleeves with a tired face: "How is our time here? Hades and the others didn't do much. How are you? By the way...why don't you see Miris?"

"Miris disappeared mysteriously, but I guess he should be taken away by the Eight-tone Rhythm just like you. You have come back, and he should not be far away from returning. If Hades is there, the Eight-tone Rhythm and the others will come It was just right, Hades and the others were in front of them, and they couldn't make any big waves, and then, Feng Guiyun came back." Gaia rubbed her brows lightly and smiled.

"Pfft! Feng, Feng Guiyun? She? Isn't she..."

"Let Cassio explain this to you in detail, I think she will be very happy." Rey rolled up his cuffs and the corners of his lips, and patted Cassio's shoulder beside him: "I, Muse, Gaia, and Bu Clay goes to deal with the documents, let's talk first."

"Well, good." Casciu responded lightly.

An Ranran's body has indeed begun to feel unwell during this period of time.

She struggled to get out of the rift in time and space, and her petite and exquisite body pounced on her soft bed like a hungry tiger descending from the mountain.

The temperature on the bed was as warm as a flaming mountain to her, and she couldn't help but let out a small cry. The clear and clear bird calls slowly came out from the dull quilt, and An Ranran's skirt stretched out. Nine beautiful fiery red phoenix-tailed feathers were swaying slightly like cats, and from time to time gently lifted up the hem of the Chinese style skirt, the fiery red set against the even hotter fiery red, eye-catching and beautiful.

She pressed her tender face against the warm quilt, and after struggling for a while, she was reluctant to take out the Kuonai mobile phone from her skirt pocket, squinted her eyes and sent a few voices, then threw the mobile phone on the dressing table, Then bury your head and sleep soundly.jpg
Bukele here was still sorting out the materials with Rey and the others. The phone in his pocket jingled, and he slightly raised his eyebrows. The owner of the notification sound seemed to have no idea.

On the surface, he was sorting out the stack of documents on the table slowly, his eyebrows were delicate and slightly lowered, but there was an imperceptible, faint warmth in his blue pupils. Take care of it unhurriedly and combine it into a neat pile.

It was very quiet in the reference room.

...except for the jingling cell phone in his pocket.

Rey glanced in the direction of Bukele thoughtfully, he knew that it was the special notification sound of special customs, and since Casciu knew that he was here to process the data, it was naturally impossible to send him a message at this time. information.

He pouted his mouth, and said calmly, "...you can go out and finish chatting with Xiaoniao first."

"Not urgent."

"The emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry." Gaia couldn't help but sneered, her tone seemed to be teasing.

"Oh, listen to the ear-piercing special shut-off sound." Rey patted his ears knowingly, as if he had painful corns on his ears, and joked with Gaia.

"...Stupid." Bukele gestured to Gaiaby with his middle finger down.

Muse, who was sitting on the desk and drawing circles on the materials, looked up, and gave the three mentally retarded idiots in front of him with stupid eyes: "boring."

Bukele, the night devil god, shut up and didn't speak.

Gaia, the god of war, is already afraid to speak because of the muse.

Raytheon Ray was called out by Captain Roger of the Purcell to discuss matters.

When Rey came back, Bukele had just finished sorting out the materials. He got up and passed him, with a slightly hoarse voice: "I'm done with it, so I'm leaving first."

"Well, thank you." Rey nodded.

In the corridor, he lowered his head slightly and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

An Ranran sent a few voice messages, probably because she was sleepy and didn't want to type anymore.

Tsk, fortunately, I can find him accurately by squinting my eyes.

He opened it calmly, leaning against the door of his room, his slender eyelashes casting a nice shadow in his pupils.

An Ranran's voice came out of the microphone, soft and sticky, with a little confusion after being forcibly awakened from a deep sleep: "Hey, I will leave my spirit beast to you, because this You shouldn’t be able to go out casually for a while, after all, we’re going to start discussing the establishment of diplomatic relations within the Eight-tone Rhythm.”

"So I'll leave my bird dragon to you. Just tell her that, and just say that I left her to take care of you. If she doesn't believe it... um..."

"Then just take out the pretty hairpin that my...my sister left for you and show her. After she reads the hairpin, she will understand~"

hairpin?that?Buckley's eyes darkened for a moment.

"Well, don't talk, I'm going to sleep, the quilt is warm, I can't get up and I don't want to open my eyes, I'm really sleepy, good night."

Bukele held the phone and stayed outside the room by himself for a long, long time.

After a long time, he silently raised his hand and looked at the mark on the palm of his left hand.

In the palm of his left hand, there is a fire-colored imprint in the shape of a fire phoenix with nine tails.

This imprint is exactly the same as the sacred fire phoenix bird on An Ranran's magic weapon, and it was transformed from the Nine Phoenix Nirvana Ballad that Feng stabbed into his hand at that time.

The fire phoenix-like phoenix with nine phoenix tail feathers on it is the legendary ancient sacred beast, the holy fire phoenix bird, that is... the prototype of An Ranran.

He almost forgot, forgot... the polar night time on Grace Star.

The woman who tore through the space and was called Feng Huanchao.

The people over there with An Ranran...

Let the two of them have this kind of friction...

There was a roiling heat wave next door, Bukele came back to his senses, and stepped into An Ranran's room.

The bird turned into flames walked barefoot on the cold floor, leaving gray-black fire marks. Her phoenix eyes were blurred and cold, exuding the brilliance of flames, surrounded by flames, with a little falling black air mass, the flames Burning everywhere in the room, the metal made a toothache creaking sound.

She looked at Bukele coldly, the flame at her fingertips bloomed into a rose shape, hot and delicate, with a ghostly and confused aura: "...What about her?"

Bukele frowned slightly, as water flowed around his fingertips, turning into a monstrous dragon that devoured the heat in the room: "Don't burn it here."

The expression on Quelong's face changed, the fiery red pupils narrowed slightly, and the flames all over her body suddenly burned more obviously, and the flame rose in her hand had been crushed by her, and the shattered flames crept across her fingers along her fingers. The skin is entangled, and flame red marks are plated on it, forming a large flame tattoo: "Holy water cold dragon?"

"No, I just inherited his power." Bukele raised his wrist, revealing the fire-colored nine-tailed plume fire phoenix imprint on the palm of his left hand, and the Nine-Phoenix Nirvana Ballad appeared out of thin air in his palm : "An Ranran told me to let you stay with me for the time being."

"It belongs to the master..." Quelong suppressed the heat all over his body, and stepped forward in astonishment: "The master actually gave you the magic weapon to save his life..."

Buckley raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"It's nothing..." Quelong looked away blankly, but still couldn't help but glance at the Nine Phoenix Nirvana Ballad in Bukele's hand: "You...keep this magic weapon well, it's very strong , with it by your side alone, you will generally not have any accidents, but this is very important to my master, if the master needs it, please don't keep it private or..."

In the battle with Melody, if the barrier of the resurrection crystal hadn't suppressed Nine Phoenix Nirvana Ballad, making it unable to act and block the fatal blow for him, Bukeley wouldn't have...

Bukele pondered: "What's your master...what's his name?"

"My master's name is Feng Huanchao, the younger sister of Lord Feng Guiyun, Feng Huanchao, and Feng Huanchao is also the master of Nine Phoenix Nirvana Ballad."

"... How many sisters Feng Guiyun are there?"

"Well, there are many." Perhaps because of the Nine Phoenix Nirvana Ballad, Quelong has been more polite to Bukele, at least now he is patiently explaining: "There are not only octaves in the octave galaxy, but our spiritual creatures Born in the power of the master, we have our own consciousness, regard the master as everything, and never betray the meaning of existence, but we are only a part of the eight-tone galaxy."

"Will the number of people in the Eight-tone Galaxy increase over time?"

"Yes, for example... recently there seems to be another elf puppet called "Chubai" in the place of Venerable Feng Guiyun. Longque and I are the existence of twin flowers of Phoenix. Longque told me that her power She seems to be very strong, even stronger than her, and the master likes her more, but her spirit doesn't seem to be very good."

"Well, okay, I see." Bukele rubbed the center of his brow lightly, only feeling a little unhappy in his heart, on the verge of collapse: "This is An Ranran's room on the Purcell. Time lives here."

"Impossible..." Quelong subconsciously moved a step to the side: "There is a difference between master and servant, this is not allowed..."

"Alright then, I'll find Sai Xiaoxi to arrange another room for you later, and keep this place for her."

"No need..." The bird dragon turned into a fiery red bird, stopped at Bukele's feet, and chirped softly: "This is enough, it's small, and it won't take up much space."