Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Then he saw Baru lying in a pool of blood.

Nagini picked him up and put him on the bed, stopped the bleeding, and bandaged the wound. When the boy woke up a little, he saw this scene:

A palm-sized red-haired little monster was sniffing at his neck.

"Don't make a fuss." Arrietty held down the frightened boy who was trying to get out of bed. "I don't suck blood."

As she spoke, she took in the faint smell of dust in the house. Then, after feeling the tremors under her feet calm down a little, the little goblin bared his fangs, looked at Baloo with malice, and said, "But... I like the flesh of little boys."

The helpless child looked at Mori Yuesha pitifully.

'elder sister!'

The lip shape is probably like this.

Mori Yuesha waved at him: "Baru?"

"Sister?" Baru called Mori Yuesa tremblingly, wondering if the butt of the gun just now had caused him to hallucinate?

"Arrietty doesn't eat people." Mori Yuesha reached out to take the little fairy and put her back on her head: "How did you get into this state?"

These words suddenly woke Baru, who was distracted by thinking about Arrietty.

"Hida! They kidnapped Hida! Sister, Hida is..."

"She was your new girlfriend, but someone else snatched her away?" Mori Yuesha licked the sugar noodles and sat on a tall cupboard, dangling her feet. "How is she? Is she pretty?"

Baru: ...None of the questions you asked hit the point.

"Not my girlfriend," the boy argued, half sitting up on the bed, "We've only known each other for two days!"

Mori Yuesha covered her mouth in surprise, as if she was getting to know the boy who was younger than her all over again:

"Two days! It happened in just two days?! What should I say? The cub has grown up?"

"Don't be surprised," Nagini interrupted, "Master, two days is not a short time."

Imhotep also agreed: "It happened the first time An and I were together in private. In my private bedroom."

Is it so powerful?

Mori Yuesha glanced at Imhotep, but the other party raised his chin proudly and straightened his chest.

"Sister..." Baloo rubbed his temple, his face full of confusion: "So what does 'happen' mean? What happened to us?"

The three of them turned to look at him at the same time.

The frightened boy shrank his neck: "What's wrong with me..."

"Is she pretty?" The girl raised her lips and said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Speaking of the girl who fell from the sky in the evening, Baru didn't care about the wound on his head and described it to Mori Yuesha vividly.

'I'm going to buy food.'

'She's like a firefly and the moon!'

'I felt the wind lifting her body!'

'She was wearing a navy blue dress, and she slowly descended, the stone on her chest glowing.'

Imhotep suddenly looked up at Mori Yuesa: he opened his palms and his lips moved.

The voice was so low that Baru couldn't hear it clearly.

"Oh... is it this kind of stone?" Mori Yuesha raised her foot and pointed at Imhotep's palm with her toes -

In the palm of the man's hand lay a teardrop-shaped blue stone.

Baru was sure of it at a glance.

Yes, that little sapphire blue drop is very similar to the one Sheeta wears, the only difference is...

"Except for the gold pattern, everything else is almost identical!"

After getting a positive answer, Imhotep nodded with satisfaction, clasped his hands together, and said to Sen Yuesha: "Mister Mage, your dragon is right in front of us."

In fact, with the flying stone in Imhotep's hands, they no longer need the so-called descendants of the Son of Wind: activate the flying stone, show the light path, recite the spell, and let Imhotep take her up.

——Mori Yuesa just wanted to take Baru with her and take a ride in the flying vehicle he made before going to Laputa.

The result was an unexpected surprise.

"That girl should be the descendant of the Son of Wind. If the pattern on her flying stone is different from this one..."

"She should be a royal family."

Baru didn't understand what Immorton said. Everything that happened today was beyond the young boy's understanding of the world: maybe his sister was not simple, and those strange words she said were not completely false...

嗏

"I'm going to save Sheeta!"

After Nagini put on Mori Yuesha's shoes, she jumped down from the cupboard and pushed Baloo back onto the bed.

"Get some rest, weakling."

"Let's just go and save Miss Lin!"

Baloo looked at the child who was tying her coral-colored ponytail, then at the tall and strong Imhotep, and the gentle and considerate Nagini...

He shook his head with a worried look on his face.

A girl falling from the sky, a scary soldier in green uniform...

"I can't... that's too dangerous for you." Baru pinched the corner of the quilt and suddenly realized something: "Wait, who is Miss Lin?"

"Isn't Xida's last name Lin?"

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At this time, the black-robed man was still wandering in the desert, with a camel caravan carrying a group of sluggish men. The yellow sand was flat and endless.

We are so big...where is Hamunatta?

Where are the high priest, the evil spirit that was promised to appear, and the ten tribulations that destroyed the world?

How come the air is so peaceful and the pork chops are so brown and sweet?!

Ugh…

Not as good as…

Tell the boss to come back and drink some strong liquor and eat some meat...

Chapter 62 The End of Afafu

It was midnight when Afaf and the officer rolled together.

Since the Sheikh went crazy, she had lost her source of income - the Sheikh's jewelry, gold, silver, savings and houses were all fought over and devoured by his greedy partners with huge mouths and sharp teeth; when a woman really reached out, they began to unite to prevent her from getting even a single gold bean from the Sheikh's wealth.

In the end, all that was left to Afaf was the house where Mr. Sheikh currently lives.

The madman is on the second floor and she is on the first floor.

Aphaf dismissed all the servants, hired several teams of workmen, and sealed the upstairs tightly with thick wooden boards - just as Mr. Rochester had done.

Unfortunately, Lady Bertha Mason, who had set herself on fire, could not do the same (nor would the Sheikh himself). Afaf would have to find another long-term bank that would keep her well-fed and well-watered before the Sheikh died.

Muska.

This is her goal.

A wealthy man who fled from an island country, who controlled his army with money and strong personal charm. Ever since he came to Cairo, Afaf's eyes had never left this man with a receding hairline.

Of course, it also had something to do with the other party's vague and ambiguous attitude - on a comfortable night, Muska hugged Afaf and said a few words that the woman could not understand.

'Royal family.'

'I will take over the world.'

Well, it's a good thing that her man is ambitious, but this doesn't stop Miss Afaf from being affectionate and opening up other escape routes for herself so as not to be abandoned by the somewhat ruthless Mr. Muska after he succeeds.

This puppy-like man in her is one of her escape routes.

The captain of the arrest squad who is related to the army commander is now the captain of the Marine Corps.

Broad shoulders, thin waist, strong thighs, thick round arms, a square face, and black hair shaved short, leaving only a thin layer.

When you glare at someone, your eyebrows stand up and your eyes look fierce.

But when I look at myself, I am very gentle.

She likes this kind of obedient dog.

"Honey." Afafu hugged the man lazily in a hoarse voice. It was a tiring night and the woman was too lazy to move even a finger: "Honey, pour me a glass of water."

The man lay calmly on Afafu, his face buried in her neck. He seemed to have fallen asleep from the beginning.

That hot, masculine breath that tickled women seemed to be much lighter now...

"Honey?"

Afafu pushed the man impatiently. His heavy and stiff body made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Don't pretend to be asleep, I'm thirsty! Give me a glass of water!"

The crazy Sheikh upstairs had another needle in his body today, and he was banging on the few remaining wooden furniture in the house. Downstairs, everything was quiet and silent...

"Honey?"

Afaf pushed him again.

Cold and stiff.

A chill seeped from the man's chest into the woman's heart...

She stretched out her trembling fingers and put them under the man's nose...

No breathing.

Fxxx!

The woman screamed and pushed, curled up her legs and kicked the corpse off the bed, tremblingly pulled up the quilt to cover her body - only then did she realize that in the huge bedroom, three figures were falling silently.

A man who was stronger than the dead officer, with no hair and brown skin, held up his oversized suit like a bear, and stood respectfully on the left side of the half-high jewelry cabinet, his handsome face with deep eyes looking down at the ground.

On the right, the thin and long shadow is a woman. She has black hair tied up behind her head and a satin fan is used to hold it. She has her hands on her abdomen, leaning sideways, looking at the girl in the center.

She had... seen this girl before. She had seen her at the party, flirting with the man named Jonathan.

——A petite shadow sat between the man and the woman, on the jewelry cabinet; the high heels on her feet were kicked off onto the carpet, revealing her delicate white feet, each one painted with light green oil paint; her black hair dissolved in the darkness, and when the faint light shone through it, she saw a pair of slightly drooping eyes on the teardrop mole at the end of her eyes.

She stared at herself with a smile.

"Hi, Miss Afaf."

The devil's voice turned out to be crisp and lively.

……

It didn't take Afaf long to spill everything she knew, and when Nagini pulled out some needles, the woman tried to resist; then she saw the handsome brown man say something to them.

I stretched out my hand, and small lumps appeared under my skin. They squeaked and emerged from my skin: black and shiny, and under the light they shone with a deep blue light...

A swarm of bugs.

The scarab was an expert at extracting confessions. As soon as its two bulging beetles burrowed into Afaf's skin and crawled toward her waist, the woman told it all.

"Shida! The girl was taken away by Mr. Muska! I don't know where she is!"

"Taya? No! She wasn't forced to death by me! It was Sheikh! That madman!"

Mori Yuesha didn't say anything, but hummed a little tune, which meant she had to continue.

"No!! Get them out of my body...Ah!!!"

"I know I...I know! She was taken to the base on the edge of Cairo!! They used to build airships and fortresses there!!"

"Let me go!!"

The woman struggled and kicked her legs, pushing the carpet into layers of wrinkles, revealing the bricks underneath. Imhotep looked down at Mori Yuesha.