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The next day, early morning...

In my sleep, there was nothing to say that there was something in the nose that stabbed in his nose, and it stabbed his nose and began to itch, and could not help but want to sneeze.

In the confusion, the wrinkled nose was silent, and he reached out and touched it until the furry thing that pierced his nose seemed to be gone, and he continued to sleep.

However, when the confused and confused consciousness almost immersed in the sleeping sea again, the furry thing was provoked in the nose of her own, and the brows were frowned.

Realizing that something seemed to be wrong, the silent voice slowly responded to lucidity, and the blind eyes were also earned.

"Hey, my brother woke up..."

Hearing this delicate voice, the last point of confusion was confusing, and his head was completely awake, bowed his head and looked at his own arms.

There, wearing a Gothic Lolita costume, the little girl with the broken wings on the back of the crystal is looking at the speechless with a pair of bright red eyes, and her face is full of mischievous expressions found in mischief.

In the hands of the little girl, a bunch of ponytails tied to the left side of the head was caught in the hand and swept in front of the silent nose. No need to think, it woke up silently, always The fur inside the nose is the end of the hair.

A person who uses his own hair to prank on a speechless body. It is Fran!

"Taro!" Suddenly, he sat up silently and hugged Fulan, pretending to be a cannibal, screaming.

"Do you know what kind of punishment would you have to disturb your brother to sleep?!"

"Wow! My brother is angry!" Fran immediately put on a pitiful and scared trembling look.

"Fran knows wrong, my brother will forgive Fran..."

"The confession of confession is very insincere..." said the old god, who was talking.

"When you want to let others forgive you in a prank, what must be done?..."

"What must be done?..." The pity and fear that were put on Fran's face disappeared. This time, I was really curious.

"what is it?…"

"Is that still used to say?..." A smile without a word.

"Of course, the tools of mischief have been handed over..."

"Handed over the tools of mischief?..." Fran rubbed his eyes. Immediately understood the meaning of speechless. Immediately hold your horse's tail with both hands, weak inquiry.

"Is it..."

"Oh..." The silent hand groped twice in the back, and when it was lifted again, there was a pair of cold scissors.

"Let me cut the hair that Fran used for mischief!"

"Oh wow! No!" Franton jumped from the silent body. Leading to a strange voice. I also jumped up. Go ahead and go.

Suddenly, the wooden floor came with a messy pace, and Fran’s panicked screams and silver bell-like laughter followed. Let this morning be full of warmth.

......

In the early morning, the Boli Shrine is filled with cool colors in every corner. Even the warm sunshine shines from the seemingly close sky, and it is also filled with every corner of the Boli Shrine. Can completely evict this cold wind.

Holding one hand, the baby is very protective of his pony tail, the other hand is holding tightly in front of the clothes in front of the innocent, a full-fledged Fran, yawning silently while I walked over to the shrine and opened the door of the shrine.

"Red and white, are you there?..."

The response to silence is an inexplicable silence.

Not a vast shrine inside, a spiritual dream that has not been changed in the furnace, body, and clothes, will be exposed outside the half of the head with a bow, and the rest of the body is hidden in the oven. It looks like a large butterfly sticking to the stove, and it has a special feeling of joy.

At the moment when the door of the shrine was pushed open, the spiritual dream was still exposed to the outside, until the outside light came in and hit the face of the spiritual dream, and she immediately indented her head like a tortoise. In the furnace, a living like a vampire who died of light.

"Like, we are vampires?..." I couldn't help but spit a word. In Fran's curious and fun expression, I walked into the shrine and patted the table hard.

"Red and white! The sun is flat!"

"Noisy..." was heard in the oven, a half-dead voice.

"When are you going to sunburn your feet and call me again..."

"..." Silently silenced for a while, once again slammed the table.

"The sun is drying up!"

"What, just to the feet of the scorpion..." The half-dead voice was once again coming from the inside of the furnace.

"When to wait for the sun, I will call me again..."

"I thought I was the laziest in the morning, I didn't expect you to be lazy than me!" He almost didn't lie on his chest and gave himself to death.

"Come on! What should I do for breakfast?!"

"Breakfast?..." The bow underneath the furnace shook like a pair of ears, and then, the spiritual dream came out of the face of the furnace, and said with confusion.

"What is breakfast? Isn't it a direct lunch after getting up?..."

This time, let alone a face full of sorrow, even Fulan seems to look at an alien like a dream.

What does it mean? ...

This is not to say, in general, when the spiritual dream gets up, it is already noon? ...

Silently, although I like to sleep lately, I didn’t really try to sleep until noon. In some ways, red and white laziness is indeed a realm.

"Forget it..." No words gave up.

"You tell me where the kitchen is, I will do something to eat first..."

......

"Oh... it’s delicious..."

The spiritual dream that was originally lying in the oven was sitting up in the position where he was lying. The half-dead and the inanimate appearance disappeared, and the spirit was shaken.

Of course, the spirit here is full of vigour, referring to the spiritual dreams of waving their own chopsticks, so that a plate of dishes on the table in front of them can be reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“How did you not find the breakfast so delicious before?...”

Sitting on the opposite side of the spiritual dream, silent, Fulan holding the bowl in their hands, watching the spirit dream into a starving ghost who just reincarnation, desperately licking the rice, face each other.

"Don't you have a meal in your usual spiritual dreams?..." Looking at the spiritual dream of the opposite risotto, Fran bit the chopsticks' tip and the sympathy in his eyes.

"poor thing…"

"Well, after all, the guy who used to have lunch in bed before, never tasted the taste of breakfast, it would be inevitable..." There was no such thing as an opening.

"So, we will understand her..."

"Know it! Brother!"

After the tacit choice of ignorance, no words, Fulan also began to eat breakfast silently.

Incidentally, in order not to let the spiritual dreams sweep all the food, after seeing the speed of the spiritual dream, the silent and Fulan will quietly hide a few dishes.

Therefore, if someone comes here, you can see that the witches of the Boli Shrine are not eating and drinking any image, while the other two are sitting opposite each other, taking a few dishes in the oven. Come out, put it on the ground, and eat it yourself.

It didn't take long for the plates on the table or the plates on the ground to be emptied.

"Oh..." The spiritual dream lay on the ground and narrowed his eyes.

"I haven’t eaten so much for a long time..."

"I can see it..." The words were put away, and then I handed over Fulan, who was happy to help me, and turned my eyes to the spiritual dream.

"Only look at what you eat, we are almost full, you should not be poor enough to have no money to eat?..."

"There is no money to eat?..." Ling Meng suddenly asked a question.

“Do you have to use money for dinner?...”

"Ha?..." was speechless.

"When you eat without money, where are the materials?..."

"Who knows..." Ling Meng snorted.

“Every time the stock is gone, the materials are inexplicably appearing...”

"Inexplicably appearing?..." Without a word, I immediately understood.

It must be a forgotten 17-year-old girl who used to peek at the 'gap' to see the spiritual dreams and even the incense money, and naturally there is no money to eat, in order to hang the life of this fantasy township manager, sneak in Right? ...

When I thought of it, I shook my head in silence and laughed. I put all the cutlery aside and extended my hand to Fran.

"Fran, come over..."

"What is it?..." Asked on the mouth, Fulan has already invested in a silent voice.

"Would you like to go out?..."

"Ok!"

"Where to?…"

"Red Devils!" (To be continued.)