Reincarnation Band Magician

The crystal box was set up, the quilt was laid out, and the magic lamp was lit inside, and all kinds of wonderful refracted lights appeared.

Fulilian touched the crystal, and her eyes reflected the light and also looked sparkling.

"I've just learned a new barrier, a mixture of goddess and regular magic. It's enough for the night watch. Let me do it the night before."

Miss Xiangzi didn't really want to lie down with Fulilian now.

How should I put it? My best friend turned into a child. Apart from being able to tease her for a while at first, the novelty wore off. Watching her making such a fuss was really...

Ms. Toyokawa lacks the imagination to do that.

But if you think about it carefully, Frillian's revenge is really childish. She hides herself and doesn't see anyone. Compared with not being able to communicate, crying all the time is actually not so bad.

"The northern plateau is very dangerous. To preserve our combat power, we have to stay here for the time being."

Qing said this while laying dry grass and branches outside the crystal coffin - a crystal cabinet - to keep it warm.

Fulilian was not a cat, and after chasing the light for a while and confirming that it had no entity, she crawled inside and rolled around on the soft quilt covering the crystal house. Children seemed to like rolling around in various places.

You even know to take off your shoes, good boy.

At the same time, he cried happily.

To be honest, Qing now relies entirely on the volume of her crying to determine her mood.

By the way, do you cry when you sleep?

"Clean up first, Fulilian, come here."

The elf spun on the bedding, rolling in circles.

Qing leaned in, hugged Fulilian, sat on the crystal, and cleaned the child elf, washing its body with water and paying special attention to brushing its teeth.

Well, since they are children, they need to brush their teeth carefully.

Miss Toyokawa silently changed direction, turned her back to that side, and didn't want to watch.

Then comes the foot washing.

Fleury had just taken off her shoes, but not her socks.

The temperature today is not very high, and he carried me on his back for the second half of the journey, so my socks were not dirty.

Freelian is unexpectedly "trendy" in her dressing style, but she is actually just afraid of trouble. Thick stockings can often replace pants or skirts. They are warm, easy to wash, and do not affect activities.

In particularly cold weather, like now, she would switch to pantyhose.

This is a bit awkward to take off.

But it doesn't matter, just use magic.

Magic gently lifted the platinum robe, untied the skirt-like design, and folded it.

The inner warm clothes are lifted up to expose the navel, and the pantyhose is rolled up from the waist above the hips, and rolled down. When passing the buttocks, there is an obvious rebound.

Even though the elves look skinny, they are still women after all, so they still have some flesh where it should be.

The black faded away little by little, revealing a large area of ​​eye-catching white, and finally left the toes.

Take it off and put it aside carefully.

When the socks that fit the skin are taken off, they cool down quickly, but when they are rolled into a ball, it seems that the residual warmth can still be felt.

The warm fabric was removed, the temperature dropped, and her skin became slightly tighter, like her toes that were newly peeled tender water chestnuts, nervously squeezed together, opened, and closed.

In her current state, Fulilian was more frank than usual and had no will at all. When the cold wind blew across her tender white legs, she shivered and wanted to go back.

"Just wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

Qing comforted her gently, and heated the water flow, wrapping the elf's legs and covering her calves. The water flow shook to help clean her.

This is a service that would never be provided under normal circumstances, because if it were done under normal circumstances, Fulilian's lazy personality would definitely make her ask him to do it every day, and it would be best if she wrapped her whole body in a bath.

It's so troublesome.

But now the elves still need to be coaxed, they are just children after all.

After the initial panic, Fulilian quickly adapted and relaxed, lying on her back in the quilt with her legs raised, enjoying the hot bath and the vibrating water massage.

"Does Xiang need it?"

This requires a lot of skill. Although Xiangzi can do it, he will lose control if he relaxes for a moment.

If soaking your feet doesn’t relax you, then what are you soaking for?

"No," Xiangzi shook his head, his back turned. "If I relax too much, I'll want to fall asleep. Qing, do you want to keep watch by yourself again? I won't fall into such a cunning trap again."

"OK then."

People who shoulder responsibilities are used to always shouldering responsibilities. When they let go of them, they will think about all kinds of things and feel empty and lost.

However, Qing was not idle tonight, as he had a "little child" to take care of, which made his sense of loss much less severe.

After washing and rinsing, come in wearing your underwear and close the cabinet door.

At critical moments, this is also a defensive facility against attacks.

"Click."

It was obvious that the small noises outside were much smaller, such as the crackling of the burning bonfire, the sound of the wind, the movements of night creatures and even monsters.

It's like closing the windows on a rainy day.

The enclosed space brings a sense of security and fosters a feeling of warmth and leisure.

"Woooo..."

The elf cried very perfunctorily.

She curled up in the quilt, covering her head with it, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed as she looked at Qing. Under the magic light, she looked like a little deer that had broken into a human's room, innocent and adorable.

It also seems like it really is the pure and lovely pointed ears in fairy tales, living in the forest, ignorant of the world, and guiding the lost people.

Qing stopped his imagination from running wild in time. Sometimes having too much of this ability is not a good thing.

I have to recall Fulilian's various performances.

"So complicated."

The big tree was blown down.

"This is delicious, I want to eat it all at once!"

Eat a lot of steak and snacks.

"I'm so tired. Let's take a break for half a year before setting off again, shall we?"

Extreme procrastination and time disorder.

I forgot where I saw this sentence, which said that elves do not belong to the "present". I witnessed their elegant figures when I was young, but as time passed and I recalled them with gray hair, I could still smell the warm breeze of that afternoon.

Elves are always in the past and the future, and when they live together, they face various difficulties that ordinary humans find difficult to accept.

But it's okay for Qing.

It's just okay.

By recalling those things, the senior nanny suppressed the caring love that was about to overflow and was not bewitched by the cute elf now.

"Okay, go to sleep. I'll give you something sweet to eat tomorrow morning."

It was unclear to what extent Fulilian's fighting instincts were retained, so in order to minimize the risk, Qing decided to sleep next to her.

This was not the first time. Before, when Art was at home, Fulilian snuggled in his arms.

There is nothing to be shy about, he respects the elderly and loves the young.

Fulilian came out from under the quilt, with relaxed vigilance, like a kitten that had just gotten close to a person. She slowly crawled over using her hands and feet, and then lay down beside Qing.

"Good boy."

Qing gave gentle encouragement and then covered him with the quilt.

When she turned off the magic lamp, her body stiffened, she made a "wu" sound, and then moved closer to this side.

Qing groped and held her hand, clasping his small palm over hers and closing it.

The elf felt at ease in the frightening darkness, closed his eyes, and gradually, his breathing became steady and long.

It seems that even Lady Frielian in this state will still be sealed by the quilt, which is a special attack treasure.

Qing fell asleep quickly. In the wild, falling asleep quickly is a skill that must be mastered. He needed to replenish his energy as soon as possible to take over the work in the second half of the night.

……

[Hmm? You're sleeping. It's warm.]

Fulilian is online.

Similar to Qing's experience, her mind was in an imaginary room.

After thousands of years of sedimentation, this place is incredibly real. Magic books from the past are piled up at hand, and you can take whatever you like.

Most elves have such skills, which belong only to their private space.

It is very pleasant to spend time here, so when they seem to be in a daze, they may be basking in the bright sunshine of a past day, flipping through past books, and savoring past drinks and food.

Fulilian was aware of what was happening outside, but compared to Qing who could take care of all the "threads", under her hosting status, what was happening outside was like playing on TV. If she didn't watch it, she couldn't feel it.

Only a strong enough stimulation can wake her up.

It seamlessly transitions into a sleeping position. It's just right to take a break after reading for a day.

[It's so comfortable to sleep, let's stop for now. ]

The "crying" sound of humming once or twice intermittently stopped.

Qing, who was not sleeping too soundly, sensed the situation and thought that the elf had woken up from a dream. After thinking for a while, he held her in his arms and gently stroked her back.

Whether it is a nightmare or a sweet dream, continue sleeping.

……

PS: I don’t feel energetic today, so I’ll post the fourth update first.

Golden Journey: 157, A Day of Leisure

"Flillian, wake up."

I heard Qing's voice.

Ah, it’s morning.

The elves continue to host.

She would ignore them for three days to make them regret it.

Keep crying.

"Woooo..."

The body began to hum.

In the second half of the night, Xiangzi opened his eyes, took the clothes next to him and prepared to put them on Fulilian, just like he had done in the past.

Then I found her wrapped in a quilt and huddled in a corner, looking at me with her deer-like eyes.

When the eldest lady raised her hand, she shrank back.

"..."

No way to start.

"Fulilian is not well yet, Qing, come here."

"Ah good."

Xiangzi dressed himself and came out, throwing the crystallized food into the pot to heat it up and prepare breakfast.

How convenient...

As expected, magic should benefit our lives so that more people will have the motivation to research and learn it.

Qing kicked off his shoes and walked in, picked up the elf, and carefully dressed her.