I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

At the same time.

The entrance square of the Magic Association Hall.

Connie folded his arms, supported on the wall at the edge of the square, and looked at the scenery below.

"Hmm?" Connie seemed to have discovered something.

On the street of the town below, there was a familiar figure.

"Eh? I remember that guy..." A man with silver-white hair, white clothes and black furry skin.

"Is he Viabel from the Northern Magic Team?"

Behind Viabel was a man with black hair and a slicked-back hairstyle, Shelver.

He was looking ahead with a wicked smile on his face, and suddenly, he walked in front of a man and stopped him.

The man was obviously a little flustered and confused.

"Are you a warrior?" Viabel asked bluntly.

"Ah?" The young warrior man who was stopped had sweat on his cheeks, "What's the matter?"

"How is it?" Shelver asked Viabel.

"Hmm..." Viabel moved closer and continued to look at the man.

‘Ah…’ The young warrior was suddenly at a loss for words by this stranger who had no sense of boundaries.

“What are you looking at?” The young warrior couldn’t help asking.

After Viabel finished reading, he turned to Scherver and said, “This guy is no good.”

Connie, who saw this scene from above, felt that the two men were so abrupt.

The two looked at the young warrior and then turned and left.

Leaving behind a confused and embarrassed young warrior, looking at their backs with a lot of questions.

“What are they doing?” Connie couldn’t understand what Viabel and the others were going to do from above.

[Haha, like a wolf smelling something. ]

[Brother, you smell so good. ]

[Looking for a warrior? Xu Bao is also in this city. ]

Above, a girl with long silver-white hair, a white skirt and a purple top came from behind Connie.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting, Connie.” Lavigne’s slightly cold voice sounded.

Connie turned around, with some surprise in his eyes.

"You are dressed even cuter than usual, Lavigne."

Lavigne, wearing a purple shawl, holding a small purple leather bag in her hand, a white skirt with a wave pattern on the chest, and a thin lavender leather belt around her waist.

She wore a white round-brimmed hat with a dark purple ribbon on her head.

She looks cute and elegant.

"Because my brothers are back from the imperial capital." Lavigne didn't want to dress like this either, and mentioned her brothers helplessly.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Every time you buy me some extra things."

In the picture.

Three men dressed in military ranks and different styles, all with gray hair.

A young man in a red cloak, holding a purple bag in his hand, with long hair tied into a single ponytail, looks very gentle.

The one in the middle looks a little older, with gray hair neatly combed back, holding a white hat with a purple ribbon in his hand.

On the side, a young man with short hair combed casually, holding a suspender lace skirt in his hand.

That is, it is exactly the same as the one she is wearing now.

Lavigne sat on the ground in a dark purple everyday dress, looking up helplessly at her three brothers.

"I'm not a dress-up doll." Lavigne sat in the room, and her three brothers had smiles on their faces, wanting to dress up their sister.

"Mom is also very enthusiastic."

In the picture, a woman with short gray hair and a pair of blue eyes is also very interested in dressing up Lavigne.

Lavigne looked helpless, and with the help of two maids, she changed into this outfit.

"They didn't stop them at all." Lavigne was like being tortured, helpless.

[What a young mother. ]

[I think this lady still has charm, bushi. 】

Connie walked over and couldn't help but fight back at Lavigne, "You are more spoiled by your family than me."

"If you think so." Lavigne couldn't help but complain, "Come and change with me."

"Being compared with excellent brothers is simply hell."

Lavigne said helplessly, urging, "Let's go, I can't breathe."

[Oh, Lavigne's family is really happy. ]

[There are three excellent brothers, and they are all so handsome. ]

Connie smiled and half-crouched in front of Lavigne.

"Hmm?" Lavigne lowered her head, and didn't know what Connie was going to do for a while.

I saw Connie holding up Lavigne's left hand, as if doing the knight's hand-holding etiquette, "Then let me be your flower protector today."

"Miss Lavigne."

[My orange style is very good. ]

[Orange style is very good, knocking. 】

Lavigne looked at Connie silently, and Connie smiled.

The next second.

LavigneNei ignored etiquette and sat directly on Connie, grabbing her two pigtails.

"It hurts, it hurts, it's going to break! Wuuwuwu!" Connie cried again.

[Hahahaha, elegance only lasts three seconds. ]

[Lavigne: I can't let you counterattack. ]

In a bakery.

Philen, Fulilian and Hugh Tark were in the store, looking at the steamed bread.

Philen stood alone in the corner, staring at the bread and jam in front of her.

Fulilian and Hugh Tark were in the middle, discussing the bread.

'Hmm...' Hugh Tark faced a pile of breads that looked similar in color and didn't know how to choose.

The breads displayed in the store were all deeply burnt, and covered with a layer of white powder.

He turned around and asked Philen: "That..."

"Miss Philen?"

"Which one do you think is more suitable?"

Philen turned around, expressionless.

"Any one will do."

"Mr. Xu Tark, you choose."

After saying that, Philen turned around and stopped looking at him.

[Philen, which of these black stones do you like (bushi)]

[Dry bread. ]

[Are you here to buy stones? ! ]

[Male: What to eat? Female: Whatever. ]

[Fei Lun: This is not the dessert I want at all! ]

Hugh Tark has experience. Looking at Philen's back, he knows in his heart, "With this kind of reaction, it seems that none of them will work."

[Xiu Bao has become smarter. ]

He turned around and asked Fulilian, "What should I do?"

Fulilian closed her eyes and said helplessly, "You ask me, who should I ask?"

[Missing Zain's day. ]

[Zain's departure is really a huge loss. This situation can't be handled. ]

[Scored twice. ]

[The atmosphere fell into awkwardness. ]

At this time, two people walked in at the door.

Lavigne and Connie walked in and found the people among them.

"Isn't that Fulilian?" Lavigne saw Fulilian and a red-haired boy wearing a red robe and carrying a huge axe, worrying about a pile of bread.

Connie nodded, "Yeah!"

The street was bustling.

"It just so happens that we are going to the hotel to visit you." Connie and Lavigne followed Fulilian.

Ferren was walking in front with a basket of bread.

Hugh Tark turned around and asked Fulilian, "Who are they?"