After joining the "Silver Star Wolf" adventure group, with her amazing intuitive judgment and leadership ability, she quickly became a very famous female adventurer—Ms. Dailin, but she disappeared in distress during the expedition to Grup Mountain. There was no news. "
Speaking of this, he snorted coldly as if thinking of something.
Born to be an adventurer.
The dense fog he set up in the oak forest in the small town of Bryce was not so easy to pass through, but the blessing from his mother allowed Leon to pass through his hunting ground smoothly...
The duo who made it today.
Maybe she still needs to be thanked.
"Delin, she has a pair of violet eyes that are very similar to yours... She has been exploring outside all year round, and Leon has not even been held in her arms a few times..."
His lover, born for the wind, finally disappeared in the wind.
Paimon stared at the clear tears that slid across countless folds before his eyes, winding one drop after another on the painful heart that had encountered ups and downs.
The tangy aroma of black tea seems to have also become the swaying almond tree blossoms.
"Please tell Leon, 'Use your own eyes to truly touch everything in this world.' This philosophic saying will never go out of date."
The author has something to say:
It will be over soon~
27. Celebration
"What did you talk about?"
Leon, who had been staring at the stairs, noticed that Paimon was stepping down the stairs, and hurriedly let go of the empty glass in his hand and ran in front of him, but he didn't find another person behind him.
"Where is my master?"
Compared with father and son, he is obviously more used to the relationship between master and apprentice.
Paimon didn't answer the question aloud, and stood silently on the last step, looking down at Leon who was looking up at him.
He suddenly lowered his head and narrowed the distance between the two, the heat from the tip of his nose extended and deepened, turning into a lightly pecked kiss.
"We've talked a lot about you and he's working on his nerves right now."
Leon raised his hand, and the rough pulp of his index finger slowly slid along the tip of his golden eyebrows to the root. He could more or less sense his lover's emotions at the moment.
——With confusion, and incomprehension in the face of the unknown.
"Then maybe we need to give him some private time."
High Demons also need some time to digest the complex emotions of humans.
The conversations and gazes from the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with the two of them. They turned to the unnoticed corner by the stairs, hugged each other intimately, carefully outlined each other's lips and tongues with their own desires, and even tasted each other's emotions, just like neck-to-neck Whispering two white swans.
Not far away, the waiters in the tavern were smearing the walls with sticky paste over and over again, and then pasting up beautiful promotional posters celebrating the upcoming festival.
……
The Kenta Festival is established to commemorate the heroic child-Kenta who sacrificed himself to protect the villagers in the jihad legend.When the calamity was about to sweep across the golden autumn harvest fields, Kenta, who had a small body, was fearless of the ugly and ferocious devils, resolutely embarked on the road of offering sacrifices to the devils, and protected the entire village from monsters for hundreds of natural years with his own power. intrusion.As a result, his name has been remembered and eulogized by the world, and his deeds have been spread in the bard's ludi and singing in the distance.
On the day of Kenta Festival, in order to pray that there will be a good harvest season, joyful and lively dances will bloom on the girls' brightly colored cardigan wool dresses, and they will boldly throw A toque or a headpiece is always a dance, and so is a man.But if the partner in the photo already has an item on the head, then others will not bother a person who has a partner.
When the bonfire is lit, people will draw the logo pattern of the harvest goddess Demeter on their faces - golden wheat ears and grains, mixed with different regional characteristic crops and totems, and sing loudly or sing loudly beside the fire. Spin and dance.
Lyon had already prepared the invitation letter for the festival, and along with the letter, there was also a coral pink wood flower that had its thorns removed, and it was climbing on a corner of the letter, exuding its fragrance.
Vasago, who had changed his clothes, picked up the woody flower. He didn't want to delve into the degree of entanglement in the letter. After all, after reading the first few lines of ink, Paimeng was like a flower bud enjoying the warmth and dew in the garden. Suddenly, new petals are drawn overnight, and the calyx is luxuriant.
The magic fluctuations around him were so strong that it was impossible to avoid them.
"This is a gift from Leon? Do you need me to plant it in the garden?"
He knew the question, but teased Paimon, who was changing clothes.
"Vasago, I've got his soul."
Paimon pulled the bowtie hard, and stopped when the two ends appeared in front of the neck at a perfect angle.
This is the custom of the festival of Kenta, and regardless of class status, people participating in the celebration will change into brightly colored clothes on this day, believing that colors such as scarlet and primrose can scare away the evil evil spirits lurking in the shadows.
Even so, the wide-sleeved shirt with red and yellow stripes on Paimon's body abruptly shed its vulgar shell, adding a bit of a touch of fireworks to that beautiful and noble face.
He adjusted the waistline of his earth-colored wide-leg pants. Belts are always needed by people who pay attention to maintaining a good figure. Vasago took the opportunity to turn the mirror in front of him at an angle and look directly at himself.
"Honey, did you see a peacock with its tail spread?"
Then he turned the mirror around again, facing Paimon.
Birds were chirping outside the window, and the sun was shining on the ginkgo quietly. However, this tranquility was forcibly cut by the sound of horns from the Brocas market in the next moment.
The celebration of Kenta Festival officially kicked off.
Because of the sudden sound, Paimon withdrew the magic power that was almost rushing out to attack Vasago.
Fighting could spoil his grace.
The sun outside is still bright, but it still has the dryness and exposure of early autumn.
……
The cowhide pointy-toed shoes picked up the small stones on the roadside, tiptoed neatly on tiptoe, and then kicked them to the pile of small stones that had formed on the roadside.
Leon just wanted to find another stone, but the pointed-toed shoes groped on the ground for a long time but found nothing, only countless potholes remained on the soft mud on the roadside.
A small chinchilla fur shawl was newly placed on the cherry red-based tunic. This new decoration was borrowed from his well-off classmates at home, just to fit the festive atmosphere.
Of course, it would be even better if Paimon's eyes could shine.
He smoothed out the broken hair accompanied by Muxianghua, and the forehead hair was fixed with a little glue and combed back, revealing a smooth and full forehead.
Waiting ahead of time, he was happy without any complaints, but with the passage of time, he felt unexplainably anxious and anxious.
"If you can come earlier, no, that won't work, it's better to be later, the beginning of the celebration is a good time..."
Why didn't he come sooner?
But in fact, it can be later...
Suddenly a loud horn sounded behind him, and he made a smart move.
Lyon!What are you doing!
How could you be as reckless as a kid who just fell in love!
Realizing what he had just done, Leon wanted to kick the stone again in annoyance, but the wind brought him another kind woody and floral scent.
It was mixed with the fragrance of irises, and it instinctively drew Leon to turn his head to look at the person coming.
The man in the wide-sleeved shirt stopped in front of him.
"You, you look good today!"
All the compliments that had been prepared after fantasizing about countless meetings flowed into the Vine River, and even the broken words were stammered out by Leon with great difficulty.
Oh, God!He is such a beautiful "harvester"!
Paimon stared at him obsessed with himself, and his blank expression greatly pleased him, just like when the two met for the first time.
The farmer spent a lot of time cultivating the only fruit in the field, and the fruit grew as he wished. After receiving the gift of sunshine and nectar, it produced a hard skin that could resist the intrusion of wild animals and a little stirring. Get the soft pulp that will splash the juice.This sweetness attracted the animals wandering on the ridge, and also tempted the farmer's sickle to suck the liquid inside inch by inch.
And now, in autumn, a season that should be harvested.
The author has something to say:
I love kisses so much! (cover face)
28. Eternity
This is the first calendar year in which Lyon participates in the festival.
The street shop flags fluttering in the wind, the crisp sound of hot oil colliding with flour pancakes, and the felt skirts of various colors blooming like stepping into a garden.In the market, people come and go, shoulder to shoulder, several times more people than usual, all gathered at this moment between the two rows of red brick houses, unconnected with each other, putting aside strange feelings, even closing eyes The next moment you can walk into the tavern with your arms around your shoulders and get drunk.The sweat of the people also jumped out of the arc of joy, and the bursts of shouting from time to time added a few strokes of boiling heat.
Leon's amber eyes were wide and round, and all the novel things that had never been seen before and only appeared in books rushed into his mind, trying to broaden the horizons of the carpenters in the small town.He clenched the hands of the people beside him and ran here and there impatiently, like a mountain squirrel with its hairy tail raised, dazed by the mountains of acorns.
Paimon was still flipping through the anecdotes imported from the East on the stall. The stall owner's eloquent introduction distracted him a little. Before he could grab Leon's remaining fingertips, he found him shaking in the crowd. The dexterous fish tail suddenly disappeared.
"Look at this book. It's a high-quality product salvaged from a shipwreck near Fulai Harbor. It's made by the ancient Orientals.
Speaking of this, he snorted coldly as if thinking of something.
Born to be an adventurer.
The dense fog he set up in the oak forest in the small town of Bryce was not so easy to pass through, but the blessing from his mother allowed Leon to pass through his hunting ground smoothly...
The duo who made it today.
Maybe she still needs to be thanked.
"Delin, she has a pair of violet eyes that are very similar to yours... She has been exploring outside all year round, and Leon has not even been held in her arms a few times..."
His lover, born for the wind, finally disappeared in the wind.
Paimon stared at the clear tears that slid across countless folds before his eyes, winding one drop after another on the painful heart that had encountered ups and downs.
The tangy aroma of black tea seems to have also become the swaying almond tree blossoms.
"Please tell Leon, 'Use your own eyes to truly touch everything in this world.' This philosophic saying will never go out of date."
The author has something to say:
It will be over soon~
27. Celebration
"What did you talk about?"
Leon, who had been staring at the stairs, noticed that Paimon was stepping down the stairs, and hurriedly let go of the empty glass in his hand and ran in front of him, but he didn't find another person behind him.
"Where is my master?"
Compared with father and son, he is obviously more used to the relationship between master and apprentice.
Paimon didn't answer the question aloud, and stood silently on the last step, looking down at Leon who was looking up at him.
He suddenly lowered his head and narrowed the distance between the two, the heat from the tip of his nose extended and deepened, turning into a lightly pecked kiss.
"We've talked a lot about you and he's working on his nerves right now."
Leon raised his hand, and the rough pulp of his index finger slowly slid along the tip of his golden eyebrows to the root. He could more or less sense his lover's emotions at the moment.
——With confusion, and incomprehension in the face of the unknown.
"Then maybe we need to give him some private time."
High Demons also need some time to digest the complex emotions of humans.
The conversations and gazes from the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with the two of them. They turned to the unnoticed corner by the stairs, hugged each other intimately, carefully outlined each other's lips and tongues with their own desires, and even tasted each other's emotions, just like neck-to-neck Whispering two white swans.
Not far away, the waiters in the tavern were smearing the walls with sticky paste over and over again, and then pasting up beautiful promotional posters celebrating the upcoming festival.
……
The Kenta Festival is established to commemorate the heroic child-Kenta who sacrificed himself to protect the villagers in the jihad legend.When the calamity was about to sweep across the golden autumn harvest fields, Kenta, who had a small body, was fearless of the ugly and ferocious devils, resolutely embarked on the road of offering sacrifices to the devils, and protected the entire village from monsters for hundreds of natural years with his own power. intrusion.As a result, his name has been remembered and eulogized by the world, and his deeds have been spread in the bard's ludi and singing in the distance.
On the day of Kenta Festival, in order to pray that there will be a good harvest season, joyful and lively dances will bloom on the girls' brightly colored cardigan wool dresses, and they will boldly throw A toque or a headpiece is always a dance, and so is a man.But if the partner in the photo already has an item on the head, then others will not bother a person who has a partner.
When the bonfire is lit, people will draw the logo pattern of the harvest goddess Demeter on their faces - golden wheat ears and grains, mixed with different regional characteristic crops and totems, and sing loudly or sing loudly beside the fire. Spin and dance.
Lyon had already prepared the invitation letter for the festival, and along with the letter, there was also a coral pink wood flower that had its thorns removed, and it was climbing on a corner of the letter, exuding its fragrance.
Vasago, who had changed his clothes, picked up the woody flower. He didn't want to delve into the degree of entanglement in the letter. After all, after reading the first few lines of ink, Paimeng was like a flower bud enjoying the warmth and dew in the garden. Suddenly, new petals are drawn overnight, and the calyx is luxuriant.
The magic fluctuations around him were so strong that it was impossible to avoid them.
"This is a gift from Leon? Do you need me to plant it in the garden?"
He knew the question, but teased Paimon, who was changing clothes.
"Vasago, I've got his soul."
Paimon pulled the bowtie hard, and stopped when the two ends appeared in front of the neck at a perfect angle.
This is the custom of the festival of Kenta, and regardless of class status, people participating in the celebration will change into brightly colored clothes on this day, believing that colors such as scarlet and primrose can scare away the evil evil spirits lurking in the shadows.
Even so, the wide-sleeved shirt with red and yellow stripes on Paimon's body abruptly shed its vulgar shell, adding a bit of a touch of fireworks to that beautiful and noble face.
He adjusted the waistline of his earth-colored wide-leg pants. Belts are always needed by people who pay attention to maintaining a good figure. Vasago took the opportunity to turn the mirror in front of him at an angle and look directly at himself.
"Honey, did you see a peacock with its tail spread?"
Then he turned the mirror around again, facing Paimon.
Birds were chirping outside the window, and the sun was shining on the ginkgo quietly. However, this tranquility was forcibly cut by the sound of horns from the Brocas market in the next moment.
The celebration of Kenta Festival officially kicked off.
Because of the sudden sound, Paimon withdrew the magic power that was almost rushing out to attack Vasago.
Fighting could spoil his grace.
The sun outside is still bright, but it still has the dryness and exposure of early autumn.
……
The cowhide pointy-toed shoes picked up the small stones on the roadside, tiptoed neatly on tiptoe, and then kicked them to the pile of small stones that had formed on the roadside.
Leon just wanted to find another stone, but the pointed-toed shoes groped on the ground for a long time but found nothing, only countless potholes remained on the soft mud on the roadside.
A small chinchilla fur shawl was newly placed on the cherry red-based tunic. This new decoration was borrowed from his well-off classmates at home, just to fit the festive atmosphere.
Of course, it would be even better if Paimon's eyes could shine.
He smoothed out the broken hair accompanied by Muxianghua, and the forehead hair was fixed with a little glue and combed back, revealing a smooth and full forehead.
Waiting ahead of time, he was happy without any complaints, but with the passage of time, he felt unexplainably anxious and anxious.
"If you can come earlier, no, that won't work, it's better to be later, the beginning of the celebration is a good time..."
Why didn't he come sooner?
But in fact, it can be later...
Suddenly a loud horn sounded behind him, and he made a smart move.
Lyon!What are you doing!
How could you be as reckless as a kid who just fell in love!
Realizing what he had just done, Leon wanted to kick the stone again in annoyance, but the wind brought him another kind woody and floral scent.
It was mixed with the fragrance of irises, and it instinctively drew Leon to turn his head to look at the person coming.
The man in the wide-sleeved shirt stopped in front of him.
"You, you look good today!"
All the compliments that had been prepared after fantasizing about countless meetings flowed into the Vine River, and even the broken words were stammered out by Leon with great difficulty.
Oh, God!He is such a beautiful "harvester"!
Paimon stared at him obsessed with himself, and his blank expression greatly pleased him, just like when the two met for the first time.
The farmer spent a lot of time cultivating the only fruit in the field, and the fruit grew as he wished. After receiving the gift of sunshine and nectar, it produced a hard skin that could resist the intrusion of wild animals and a little stirring. Get the soft pulp that will splash the juice.This sweetness attracted the animals wandering on the ridge, and also tempted the farmer's sickle to suck the liquid inside inch by inch.
And now, in autumn, a season that should be harvested.
The author has something to say:
I love kisses so much! (cover face)
28. Eternity
This is the first calendar year in which Lyon participates in the festival.
The street shop flags fluttering in the wind, the crisp sound of hot oil colliding with flour pancakes, and the felt skirts of various colors blooming like stepping into a garden.In the market, people come and go, shoulder to shoulder, several times more people than usual, all gathered at this moment between the two rows of red brick houses, unconnected with each other, putting aside strange feelings, even closing eyes The next moment you can walk into the tavern with your arms around your shoulders and get drunk.The sweat of the people also jumped out of the arc of joy, and the bursts of shouting from time to time added a few strokes of boiling heat.
Leon's amber eyes were wide and round, and all the novel things that had never been seen before and only appeared in books rushed into his mind, trying to broaden the horizons of the carpenters in the small town.He clenched the hands of the people beside him and ran here and there impatiently, like a mountain squirrel with its hairy tail raised, dazed by the mountains of acorns.
Paimon was still flipping through the anecdotes imported from the East on the stall. The stall owner's eloquent introduction distracted him a little. Before he could grab Leon's remaining fingertips, he found him shaking in the crowd. The dexterous fish tail suddenly disappeared.
"Look at this book. It's a high-quality product salvaged from a shipwreck near Fulai Harbor. It's made by the ancient Orientals.
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