Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Hey, woman.

"you are not…"

"I agree!"

The matter is settled.

Mori Yuesha blinked, looked at Ansuna and then at Nagini. Did Ansuna help her?

"Thank you! An An!"

Ansuna didn’t know what to say or what expression to make, so she just... I wish you fly higher?

Roll up...the storm is howling in my heart, so forget it.

Young people should exercise moderation.

By the way, wishes, gold, wealth, and the wish-fulfilling tree. Since you don’t want to give up your wealth…

"That..." Mori Yuesha grabbed two strands of black hair and swung them back and forth, moving her legs dishonestly: "It's okay, it's okay, it can't kill me."

Because, when the wish-fulfilling tree began to fluctuate for the first time, Mori Yuesha tasted a familiar taste.

It was a breath similar to that of mother, 'Source' - oh, by the way, I can't call her mother now, I have to call her aunt.

The aura coming from the wave was very similar to Him, but not exactly the same. It was probably like a cat and a cheetah: very different, but in some ways the same.

In fact, it is far from that.

As someone who is left alone by an "aunt" and is not loved, I am of course in the "cheetah" race. If a kitten wants to kill me, forget it.

um.

When thinking of the kitten, Mori Yuesa couldn't help but think of Eriri.

"I want to go see the kittens!" She stood up suddenly and ran into the house with bare feet. "Eri! Yuno! Here I come! What story are we telling today?"

After the crazy girl left, Ansuna raised an eyebrow at Nagini and pursed her lips: "Sit down."

The little maid sat down obediently with her hands on her knees.

She finally understood that in this big family built around Mori Yuesha, the most reliable one was still the beautiful Wu Ji who lived three thousand years ago - not to mention the green tea boy Imhotep, who had recently evolved into an old father. He had always been deceived by Mori Yuesha's appearance and could not see the overall situation clearly; not to mention Arrietty, the stingy bandit fairy, whose train of thought was similar to Mori Yuesha's.

Only Ansuna, only she is reliable.

"hurry up."

Ansuna stacked the used plates one by one, "Everyone who stood in your way disappeared, you should," a hint of doubt flashed in her beautiful eyes under her neat drapes of hair.

"Nagini, don't tell me you're still living separately from Mori Yuesa...?"

Nagini nodded awkwardly.

The mature woman covered her forehead and pretended to fall into the chair, with dissatisfaction in her eyes: "Stupid."

"Do you know what a personal maid is? At this time, don't listen to that Englishman." Looking around, she whispered to Nagini, "Isn't it normal to sleep next to your master in case she calls you at night?"

Holding her, pressing against her, hugging her, whispering softly, rubbing her ears; letting the temperature in the room rise and rise along with their body temperatures; the warm breath from the nose and mouth intertwined together.

what.

then.

In front of those glass jars filled with souls, amid their hideous gazes and painful wails, I happily played some interesting games with Mori Yuesha.

Gee, that sounds exciting.

Looking at the beauty in front of her who was becoming more and more excited, and the beauty who kept repeating "It must be within their sight, it must be within their sight" who was obsessed with her - Nagini decided to take back her previous words.

Ansuna is not normal either.

Ok…

So does myself.

Chapter 82 What is the Maid Miss Collecting?

——These people who once trampled even ghosts and gods under their feet for profit, now spend all their wealth for ridiculous reasons.

"Wanting to survive is not something ridiculous."

Unwilling to let this go on, the greedy family hurriedly signed contracts and agreements within six hours, with their subordinates, their long-lost family members, and their trading partners: so that they could get their property back after overcoming this "problem".

“It’s not ridiculous to want to protect your property.”

——There is nothing funny in your eyes.

"No, the funny thing is, they almost guessed the answer to this question."

Yukinoshita Yukino listened to her sister's talk with an expressionless face. Since the global emergency happened, she hasn't seen the sun outside for almost two days.

The family was under unilateral martial law, and only my sister and mother were allowed to leave for a short time occasionally under heavy protection.

A message popped up on the phone.

[Tsukihime: Are you still alive? ]

Yukinoshita Yukino frowned, not very satisfied with the speed of the other party's greeting - the "strange disaster" had occurred a day ago, but she had waited until now to send a message.

Routine?

Humph. That's not necessary.

Yukino held the phone quietly, letting the vibration beep sound continue.

The girl's bony fingers squeezed even tighter.

Toot, toot.

Yang Nai stopped talking, glanced at her sister's wrinkled face with a smile, and looked at the hand that kept hiding behind her back - and the phone that kept vibrating.

"Ah my." The woman narrowed her eyes. "Who is it?"

I just stuffed my hands behind the pillow.

Yukino said calmly, "A real estate salesperson."

"Is it."

"Ah."

"Isn't Mori Tsukisa working at that "Planeswalker Jewelry"? Well, did you change jobs?" A smile flashed across her malicious eyes. She asked her bewildered sister questions and always got interesting answers. This was one of the few entertainments in Yukinoshita Haruno's life.

"Mori..."

"Oh Yuesha." Yukinoshita Haruno reached out and grabbed the big pillow in her sister's arms, and raised the corners of her lips: "I saw it, Yukino, you are... nervous?"

Yukinoshita Yukino had a blank expression on her face, and the phone in her palm had stopped vibrating.

"I think you should reply. It's rare to have a child worry about you. We can be considered 'friends', right?" One of the sisters sat on the edge of the bed, and the other sat cross-legged on the carpet.

In the quiet room, a large-sized group photo was framed and hung in a prominent place.

——It expresses the harmony and love among a family in a very exaggerated way. In the strange family portrait, no one smiles naturally.

To Yukinoshita Haruno, this is the most ironic thing.

"That's my own business." Yukino turned her head away indifferently, her five fingers digging into the pillow. "You can go and get busy."

"Well, don't you want to see your sister?"

Yukino didn't say anything, her thumb stroking the smooth screen of her phone. Mori Tsukisa, she's still alive... That's great. She's so strong, nothing will happen to her...

Looking at her dazed sister, Yukinoshita Haruno stood up with a smile, turned around and left.

"In the near future, the Yukinoshita family will have to help deal with a lot of troubles. Yukino, if possible, go find Mori Yuesa." With her back turned, Yangno had a complicated expression.

Power and wealth.

The Yukinoshita family can no longer break free from the vortex that is constantly shrinking inwards. This time, the profit-seeking family will definitely not be able to protect Yukino from the mysterious natural disaster.

Even Xiao Jing...

"That's my own business."

Yukino's reply was as expected, always so cold. Yukinoshita Haruno turned around, and on her beautiful young face was a mask that could no longer be removed.

The smile twisted expertly into cold contempt.

"Your affairs also have their time. Yukino-chan, a useless person will only cause trouble to the family in troubled times."

Bang.

The door slammed shut, crushing Yukinoshita's heart. Biting her lip, she retreated in silence as usual.

…………

……

Toot, toot, toot.

"Oh, it's Yukino. What? You missed me so much, but you couldn't call me back because you were too shy. It's okay. I'm so beautiful, and not everyone has the courage to look me in the face and talk to me."

The girl held the phone between her shoulders, took a milk bar snack handed to her by Nagini, and fell into the sofa, kicked off her shoes, put on white stockings on her feet, and moved her toes.

Wandering in front of Nagini's eyes.

The maid looked at the girl on the phone, and after getting her approval, she suppressed her excitement and carefully started from her ankles to take off the pair of stockings that she was 'honored' to.

Hold it easily in your palm.

Bai Shengsheng's feet were placed in the right place, and covered with a small blanket and the reluctant look of a maid.

The ball of stockings was stuffed inconspicuously into the maid's pocket.

I guess this pair will never appear in the washing machine again - it will probably disappear 'permanently' like other socks.

Ansuna felt that just because of Nagini's hobby and the speed of "collecting", she had no right to stop Mori Yuesha from buying.

——The people who serve me have started to steal and hide. At this rate, how can I not buy as much as I can? Sooner or later, I will have no socks to wear.

"Oh, I see. If you miss me too much, you can come to me. Hey, I become more beautiful every day, and the burden is getting heavier. What? The burden I'm talking about..."

Imhotep didn't realize that his woman was thinking about something strange, and now his head was aching slightly.

Because of the phone call.

There is no connection at all!

I don't know what Nagini is doing with Mori Yuesha.

"Where's the director? Why doesn't the director say cut?" Mori Yuesa leaned on the cushion and lazily lifted the hair in front of her forehead. Her moving eyebrows, shy charm and intermittent panting condensed into an almost tangible hook.

Who hooked it?

The bald director was confused.

"Say cut, my love." Ansuna gently pushed Imhotep.

"c…cut?"

Mori Yuesha did it quickly and made two "yeah" gestures, like an excited little crab:

"How's it going? A philandering woman is flirting with someone over the phone, and at the same time, she's teasing her maid. Hehe, this plot was thought up by Arrietty."

"Is it super-talented as a screenwriter?"

Imhotep: Isn’t it just applying what happened in real life? I can do it as long as I’m not afraid of death.

"You can act in a TV series now, witch lady." Ansuna glanced at her lover with a changing expression, covered her mouth and laughed secretly: "Imorton is not very qualified to be a director, next time, let me do it?"

Mori Yuesa stretched, and her surging curves once again caught Nagini's attention.

"Nagini?" The girl looked at the maid standing in front of her without saying a word, crossed her legs, and put her face on her belly: "Nagini has been very silent recently, how is my performance?"

"…very good."

"Yeah. You're not bad either."

The maid who played herself twitched her lips. She was both happy and painful about Mori Yuesa's kiss.

Rub your face.