【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

On the contrary, the girl's character is undeniably a bit squeamish.

To say she is squeamish is not entirely accurate. The main reason is that during her upbringing, almost everyone spoke softly to her. She seemed to have never been criticized, let alone scolded.

Moreover, the words of the wanderer just now had the meaning of piercing her heart. Anyway, they have gone beyond the scope of "jokes" in the girl's perception.

Girls hate conflicts - essentially, girls hate noisy, noisy, entangled conflicts.

So in a way, girls are people who like the cold war.

Wanderers, on the other hand, are just the opposite.

When it comes to conflicts in relationships, he belongs to the type who can quarrel rather than keep a cold war.

In his eyes, the cold war is tantamount to giving up on a relationship.

but--

The wanderer lowered his hat and snorted coldly.

He was just a passerby, not worth his trouble.

Just as his mission was completed, it was time to go back and report back to his new owner.

The wanderer thought and took a few steps, but suddenly he remembered the girl's wrist that had been cut open countless times in the past few days, and the sticky and flowing red blood.

Yesterday early in the morning, she suddenly started coughing violently, making it very noisy. He was busy fussing over it until she vomited a large pool of blood and finally stopped.

In the second half of the night, he couldn't tell whether she fell asleep or fainted. Anyway... her face was so pale that he was stunned until it was almost dawn before falling asleep.

If I asked her again, she would just smile and shake her head.

She won't die here alone, right?

The wanderer thought, his steps hesitating.

"...so squeamish."

The wanderer gritted his teeth, held his bamboo hat and turned angrily. When he looked up, he saw the girl who had also turned around.

The distance between them is not close, but it is not as far as expected. This distance is just enough to completely watch the flash of surprise and surprise on the other person's face, as well as the sullen anger that immediately appeared on his face.

"Forget it, I have a lot of it, so I won't be angry with you."

The Wanderer laughed. Holding her chest, she walked towards the girl as if nothing happened.

"Hey," the girl pretended to be angry, "You said such ugly things and you didn't even apologize to me?"

"Huh? Apologize? Me?"

The wanderer's eyes widened and he pointed at himself in disbelief——

He really didn't bow his head to anyone, but the girl did. He raised his head confidently and said "yes" heavily.

Well, it's a bit of a persistent request, and there's no sign of giving up when it's good, or stepping down as soon as it's given.

Wanderer is not a very patient person, but looking at such a girl, he doesn't feel angry.

But it's impossible to apologize.

"Ah -" the girl looked at the wanderer's flat mouth, pouted unhappily, and turned half a circle on his heels, "Then I decided not to calm down for the time being."

After saying that, the girl really took steps forward and walked in the direction she originally faced.

"..."

The wanderer pursed his lips, but still raised his heels.

He is clearly someone who can fly, but he still follows the girl, suppressing his habitual fast pace. From a God's perspective...

A bit like a girl's little follower.

In fact, when the girl turned around and saw the wanderer's overly delicate face instead of the back of his head, most of the anger in her heart calmed down.

After all, after getting along with each other these days, the girl has already figured out the wanderer's temperament, and he has always been the kind of person who doesn't hold back his words.

The girl is not disgusted with this kind of person, but in order to get along with him more harmoniously for a long time, she still needs a little temper to let him know where her bottom line is.

But a wanderer’s character shouldn’t embarrass him too much...

"Ahem, if a duck that runs fast is called a fast-running duck, and a duck that eats slowly is called a slow-eating duck, then - you can't drink in a queue. What do you call the duck that is aligned in front of you?"

"Hmph...childish."

The wanderer sneered, turned his head, and saw the girl's shining eyes. He was inexplicably shaken and wanted to speak, but he was really ashamed.

"Ok?"

The girl's voice was soft, with a hint of expectation and temptation. The wanderer swallowed subconsciously, and finally turned his head uncomfortably, and spoke with a stumbling voice:

"Squawk, scream, that's not right."

"Yeah (three sounds)!"

The girl immediately smiled after hearing the wanderer's answer, turned around, tilted her head and said to the wanderer:

"That--"

"It's okay duck."

Listening to the girl's laughter, the wanderer's face became even hotter. He raised his hand to lower his hat even further, but he still followed the girl obediently.

How did those guys from Zhidong raise such a silly and sweet person?

The girl didn't mind the wanderer's escaping gaze. After getting the answer she wanted, she hummed a ditty in a good mood, and her steps became brisk.

The wanderer's eyes hidden under the brim of his hat couldn't help but look towards the girl's back. Seeing her lively hair that seemed free due to her jumping steps, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up. hook.

"Hmph... it's so slow." The wanderer stepped forward and suddenly grabbed the girl's waist, "At your speed, how long will it take you to walk?"

"...I don't even know how to use the free aircraft. I'm so stupid."

The girl did not refuse, and her hands skillfully grasped the clothes on both sides of the wanderer to make her body more stable:

"Well, then - thank you Mr. Aircraft?"

The girl raised her head and glanced at the expression on the wanderer's face: "Hey - do you still prefer the title 'Mr. Tuanque'?"

The wanderer tightened his arms, glanced down at the girl, and then raised his face as if nothing had happened, looking indifferent:

"It doesn't matter, you can call me whatever you like."

"Oh~ I obey."

The girl's face was full of understanding, and she obediently put her head on the homeless man's chest to avoid the howling wind blowing on her face.

As a doll, Wanderer's chest is extremely quiet, but he can feel a reassuring temperature.

Before meeting Wanderer, I thought he was a difficult person to get along with.

It’s not that the girl has never seen a wanderer at all. She once briefly saw a “skirmisher” during a meeting in Dotore——

legs.

The girl thought and couldn't help but lower her head.

But unfortunately, the Ranger's legs cannot be seen from this angle.

But even if it could be seen, the wanderer's calves were wrapped in long boots, and the fair and well-proportioned scenery in the memories could not be seen.

It seems to be a little thinner than my own legs.

Feeling that the person in his arms was quiet and unusual, the wanderer looked at the girl, then raised his head and looked ahead:

"What happened? You suddenly became mute?"

"Or is our Madonna trying to save something?"

"No, I was thinking-"

"Your calves must be beautiful, right?"