Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

There is no lighting and illumination here.

The clear bracelet itself is the light, it sets off itself.

The girl quietly squatted down, her eyes were at the same level as the bracelet, but she didn't notice that the noise behind her gradually subsided silently.

The bracelet is placed on the counter, bright and dark, dark and bright, as if breathing slowly.

"it's beautiful……"

Sen Yuesha whispered softly, suddenly, she noticed something.

Look back.

After that, it suddenly became clear.

The dense forest spreads over the gold bricks--

At this time, Sen Yuesha was in an elegant and vast palace.

The torch burned softly, and as the shadows swayed, countless bright pearls were inlaid on the wall of the palace. Rows of arcs went from the inside to the outside, and the light reflected, reflecting each other in the entire huge palace.

Under the feet, colorful hexagonal gemstones were laid out along the road, and Sen Yuesha stepped on it, feeling unreal like stepping on banknotes.

Numerous green vines and veils hung from the top of the head, and the heat of the torch could not ignite them. On the contrary, the green absorbed something in the flames, making it more tender and tender.

Silver stone pillars run through the top and bottom, supporting the left and right sides of the palace. Various old patterns are carved on the stone pillars, some are human and some are not.

At the end, the tulle danced lightly, and a spring water flowed from the corner of the wall, surrounding the huge throne at the end, and converging into a semi-circular pool below.

Sen Yuesha's face was uncertain under the light of the torch, she raised her hand, and on her slender wrist, the amethyst bracelet, at some point, ran to her wrist by herself, and wrapped it around safely.

Elegant purple tassels hang down the back of the hand, like wearing a pair of expensive amethyst gloves.

Sen Yuesha didn't dare to act rashly, she quietly stretched out her other hand that was hanging down.

profile...

click-

The sound of glass breaking.

This time, even the profile cards could not be expanded.

The palace was very quiet, only sparks crackling from time to time jumped out of the heart of the torch and fell on the road covered with various gemstones.

Mori Yuesha walked carefully into the palace and looked around - there were no living things here, as if there was only an empty palace.

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the gems, rattling, and the girl was dripping banknotes all over the floor, and it took 2 minutes to see the end.

Behind the semi-circular pool is a huge throne covered by white tulle, and there seems to be a shadow curled up inside.

Mori Yuesha walked around the spring, approached, and stood on the outside: "Hey...excuse me?"

silence.

The girl curled her lips and kicked the gem under her feet into the water.

Plop.

"Come here please."

The voice came from behind the tulle.

It was difficult for Sen Yuesha to describe the feeling in her head, because the voice didn't come from her throat and then passed through her ears—the voice sounded directly in her brain.

Full-bodied, elegant and seemingly filled with a certain joy.

"…excuse me."

Mori Yuesha looked at the purple bracelet on her hand, then stepped forward and gently lifted the tulle.

The throne is covered with huge colorful square cushions.

how to say?

Colorful and bells and whistles.

If the scene in front of her was an oil painting, Mori Yuesha could compliment her with "bold colors and warm emotions" against her will-but if she really chose according to her own aesthetics?

(?_?)reject.

Look up.

Two pairs of slender legs were exposed, and the woman's entire body sank into the endless sea of ​​cushions.

Her arms were bent and hugged her knees, and her long bright purple hair followed her drooping head over her chest.

The woman is holding her knees and bowing her head, holding her left foot with both palms.

On the back of the hand, there is still a green leaf stuck to it.

At this time, apart from the half-covered cushions with extremely 'beautiful' color schemes, the lady seems to be in a very natural state.

Just like when humans didn't invent clothes.

She was 'naturally lying on her back in the cushion, and she was meticulously applying nail polish.

A sense of home is conveyed, as if palaces, pools, and gemstone beaches do not exist, and the woman at this moment should be lazily wearing pajamas and lying on the sofa watching TV.

"Does it look good?"

Without looking up, she concentrated on smearing and casually said.

Mori Yuesha looked at the woman: "Can I put on the clothes? Isn't there vines and leaves...?"

Mori Yuesha gestured with her hand. If she picked a few more pieces, well, it could completely block the slime and the triangle monster.

The woman switched to her left hand to smear, then raised her right hand and shook it perfunctorily: "Here, haven't you picked a leaf to cover it?"

On the back of her hand was a leaf the size of a fingernail...

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Chapter 121 Chapter 37 Ouchite

There is a strange woman in the mysterious palace.

Mori Yuesha stood behind the veil, stroking the purple tassel on the back of her hand - the color was as beautiful as the woman's flowing purple long hair.

"This is my palace."

The woman focused on her toes, exhaled lightly, and carefully covered her nail polish.

As he spoke, he took out a few small pieces of cotton from the box next to him, stuffed them between each toe, and stretched his legs flat to prevent accidentally rubbing the freshly applied oil paint.

"You can call me Oshtur, ah! By the way, do you like blue?" Oshtur enthusiastically prepared to pick up the tube of blue nail polish again, and waved to Sen Yuesha.

No, no need.

The woman didn't take it seriously, moved her butt to the side according to the seat, and patted the cushion.

"Sit down and chat, my new cushion, does it look good?"

Mori Yuesha nodded against her will, and after sitting down, she tentatively asked, "Ms. Ochette?"

Before Sen Yuesha finished speaking, the purple-haired lady leaned over and stuck to Sen Yuesha's arms.He leaned his neck very familiarly, resting his head on the girl's shoulder.

There is a sense of familiarity in the body that has not been seen for many days.

"You are so beautiful, with eyes like mine."

From Sen Yuesha's point of view, the other party's eyes seem to be full of... doting?

Then, she stretched out her hand—the long blue nails gently scratched Sen Yuesha's face, and touched the corners of Sen Yuesha's eyes and eyebrows one by one, the eyes were full of tenderness.

It feels weird.

Indeed, they looked alike—if only the eyes.

Like Sen Yuesha, the ends of her eyes drooped slightly. After applying eyeliner, she looked sharp and glamorous, but also had a hazy sense of blur.

Coupled with amorous eyes.

If I have to describe it, it's simply...beautiful and obscene.

"Is that really a good way to describe yourself?"

The woman spoke meaningfully, she seemed to hear Sen Yuesha's inner thoughts, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she pressed the tear mole at the end of the girl's eyes with the tip of her nails.

"I like this tear mole, but I don't have one." She innocently pointed to herself: "With it, you are more beautiful than me. Hmm... more attractive and outstanding than me."

Oshit looked at Senyue Sha intoxicatedly, as if looking at an inanimate masterpiece: "You should be the obscene beauty, men and women should take it off—"

Sen Yuesha raised her eyebrows: "Thank you for the compliment, Ms. Ouhiter. I have to interrupt you, in case everything you say later becomes a mosaic."

"Just call me Oxite. I'm different from that little guy Gu Yi, I never like to hide."

Oxite leaned on the cushion and sat up, keeping his body away from Sen Yuesha, but suddenly put his two long legs on Sen Yuesha's thigh.

"Look at it for me, don't rub it." The toes with blue nail polish moved around.

"I'm Oxite, how should I put it... Probably one, Old God?" The woman introduced her identity scribbled.

Sounds so advanced, with interrogative sentences?

"Sometimes, it's hard for you to tell what you belong to, isn't it for you too?" Oxite, who is obviously older than Sen Yuesha, acted like a child to Sen Yuesha: "Since I handed you over After giving it to Him, I have never seen your face..."

The more Mori Yuesha listened, the more confused she became.

What does it mean to hand over to Him?

Who is he?

"A nasty and troublesome thing." The woman blinked, "But it doesn't matter, you just need to remember that you are 'my' child."

"mine."

Oshit emphasized the pronunciation of 'I', as if he was emphasizing something to Sen Yuesha.

your child?

Mori Yuesha was even more puzzled.

The other party pouted, and scratched the back of Sen Yuesha's hand with her small toes a little dissatisfied.

"It's 'part'," she said. "You're not human, you know that?"

"Of course." Mori Yuesha patted the woman's instep.