Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Looks like a pitiful little raccoon.

'I'm back!'

The little raccoon knocked on the door.

Then the snake bit me on the back of my neck and took me to the bathroom to wash myself thoroughly.

"It was an accident." Feeling the thumb gently rubbing the sole of his foot, the itchy little raccoon curled up a few toes and argued weakly: "Yolanda and Mama Shabu made me like this."

Don't use the word 'make'.

Nagini unhappily stroked the arch of her foot with her index finger, and the girl, feeling extremely itchy, retracted her legs and giggled.

“He…”

Having followed Mori Yuesha for so long, the maid has come to understand her strange mothers to some extent: this Ms. Idhela who appeared out of nowhere seems to be dissatisfied because she was not able to participate in the "Let's Peep Together" activity... ?

"I can't feel it."

Mori Yuesha shook her head in denial: "He failed to give me the feeling of a 'mother'."

In other words, when Mori Yuesha was "made", Idhaila had no involvement at all.

"It seems so?" The profiler cursed clearly.

She does not have His flesh and blood in her.

——So He wanted Mori Yuesa to eat his tongue and "cut in line", turning from a stepmother to a biological mother?

Nagini frowned and increased the strength of her hands without noticing: "Edible tongue..."

Why are these gods so...

So disgraceful.

shameless.

"Aren't other places even weirder?" Mori Yuesha glanced down at Nagini, "Right? But some people like it very much. That's a fetish, Nagini."

The maid blushed: "You insisted..."

"Hey... pushing it to someone else at this time is too heartless, isn't it? You almost broke my breasts at that time..."

cough.

The snake, who seemed angry and yet also coquettish, turned his head and said, "Let's talk business..."

"I'm hungry."

Nagini: ...

You spend the whole day either eating or making trouble. When you've had enough fun and eaten and drunk your fill, you start to torment me.

"Hera said that snakes can last for a long time after eating once, but Nagini is not like that at all..." Seeing that the gentle girl was about to lose her temper out of embarrassment, Mori Yuesha put the two feet back in front of her with a giggle.

She held up her face very obediently: "Here. I give you my love."

A nuisance.

Nagini pursed her lips and turned her attention back to the two "peaceful" feet in her palms.

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ide...that lady." Nagini didn't know if the other party would notice if she rashly read out the name, so she spoke half-heartedly.

"It seems that my relationship with my other mother is not very good...?"

It has nothing to do with 'relationship'.

Nagini felt that this "mom group" was simply exclusive, and she didn't want to get involved in the "battle for daughters" among these mothers. After all, she was a servant, just a card, and no matter who was the mother, it would not prevent her from always being with her master - come to think of it, she had been staring at Philippa and James since a while ago.

“I’m watching to see when they turn into morning glories.”

Mori Yuesha held her chin in her hand out of boredom and used her toes to pinch Nagini's hand to fight.

"morning glory?"

Nagini then remembered that when Freddy was chasing Nancy, he had entered Philippa and James' dreams - now it seems that it was Idhela who "saved" the two children.

they…

"Have you ever looked directly at God?" The maid asked herself and shook her head: "No, it should be just the shadow of the incarnation..." Otherwise, these two children would not be able to be alive and kicking like normal people today.

“Won’t it turn into a morning glory?”

Nagini thinks it's unlikely.

Mori Yuesa was very disappointed.

She quite liked this little girl, Philippa. If she could turn into a morning glory, maybe she could make her into a card and plant it in a pot in her room?

It's quite interesting to show my little head and chat with myself every day.

"Her brother was just ignored by you so casually..."

Nagini was too lazy to complain about her master's aesthetic taste.

younger brother?

"No, there's Miles."

"Miles..."

No matter how Nagini thought about it, she felt that the scene was weird:

"Come, let me introduce my grandson to you," Miles said, pointing to the potted plant on the table.

——This is too...

"Isn't it very interesting?" Mori Yuesha's eyes sparkled: "The child planted in the soil, how magical, I..." She suddenly thought of someone: "It would be great if the new mother could give me a seed, I can mail it to Leon if there is a chance."

"Maybe he likes it?"

Lyon…

The killer who often dries potted plants during the day?

Nagini thought for a moment: a cold-faced killer wearing sunglasses and a knitted hat, holding a gun in his left hand and a potted plant with a human head in his right hand...

Matilda will scold you to death, Mori Yuesa.

"She is a barren wasteland, what does she know about potted plants."

Looking at the brother and sister scattering flowers on the lawn, Nagini inexplicably felt that 'it's you brother and sister who don't know people well, so just admit it yourself'. Then she thought again, Philippa and James both particularly like to stick to Mori Yuesha.

What is this called...

When life forces you to..., why not just find a thug you like?

Chapter 47 The black-haired little Lolita in the dream

The Black Lake is very quiet.

Hear the crows cry.

Some wet trees exuding a withered smell hung their twisted branches over the lake. Occasionally, the dark clouds would mercifully hide in the gaps, and the moonlight would shine on the lake, reflecting the shadows of the trees.

This little girl with blond hair shouldn't be here.

"who are you?"

"Philippa..." The girl in the children's pajamas felt a little cold, rubbed her arms, and grinned with her missing teeth: "Where is this?"

The small figure standing by the lake was not much taller than Philippa, with shiny black hair draped over her shoulders.

"How did you get here?"

The black-haired girl bent down with her hands on her knees: the girl in front of her who called herself 'Philippa' was much younger than her.

Well, there have been more and more strange things happening recently, and what's happening now is not surprising anymore.

The two little girls looked at each other.

"I... don't know either?" Philippa rubbed her toes and saw her sister clearly in the moonlight - she was only two or three years older than her, with a big head on her malnourished body and thin neck. It might also be because her hair had not been cut for a long time, and the thick bangs covered her eyes, making her look very gloomy.

Plus the surrounding environment...

Philippa took two steps back, and with the moonlight shining on her head, she clasped her two little fleshy hands together.

Close your eyes.

"Great God of Candy... Please don't let this lake monster in front of me hurt me..."

Black-haired girl: ...

This kid has no manners at all.

"I'm not a lake monster."

The dark-haired girl listened quietly to Philippa's prayer before speaking: "I am the same as you."

Philippa nodded.

He took a few steps back.

"...Sister Lake Monster, I have to go. I have to..."

I told you I'm not a lake monster.

"…goodbye."

"I'm not--"

The black-haired girl called from behind.

…………

……

"Thank you, Nagini. Although I know you are not short of money...well, are you interested in signing up for the competition?"

Miles closed the trunk with a bang, and watched as the maids in front of him easily picked up his suitcases with two or three in each hand...

There's a lot of stuff in there.

"Weightlifting or something..."

"No need, Mr. Miles." Nagini smiled and shook her head. "Mundane matters have nothing to do with us."

Oh.

When your master was messing around on Elm Street, you didn't pretend to say anything about 'the mundane has nothing to do with us'...hmm. Miles shrugged, took out the keys from his pocket, and turned back to shout to the car: "Little Forest! James! Wake up Philippa, we're home."

It was at this moment that Philippa opened her eyes.

She saw her own face in those two bright black eyes.

Mori Yuesha was holding her chin, looking at her thoughtfully.

"…Sister Forest?"

"We are home, little Fili." She lowered her face and looked closer: "Are you dreaming?"

"..." Philippa fluttered her eyelashes and said timidly: "It's not a very good dream..."

Mori Yuesha seemed very excited, pinching her cheeks, pulling apart her hair, and fiddling with her ears and neck. "Are there any interesting changes?"

Philippa shook her head blankly.

"Like sprouts on the top of your head, or small fuzzy leaves growing out of the back of your hands?"

Still shaking his head.

This...Sister Daqiu looks at me in a strange way.

she…

She wouldn’t be...

Philippa blushed, twisted her sideways position, buried her face in her arms, and said in a muffled voice: "Sister, it is illegal to marry three times."