Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 360
The boy's fingertips moved, and the next moment his hand was held by Man Luo, a faint warmth passed from the girl's soft palm, warming the boy's cold hand little by little.

Man Luo blinked lightly, and his voice was innocent and soft: "Ansier."

The boy was stunned: "What?"

Thinking that the young man didn't hear clearly, Man Luo leaned on the edge of the bed and approached the young man with a gentle look in his warm brown eyes: "My little brother will be called Ansair from now on, okay?"

The boy looked at the innocent girl in front of him.

It was hard for him to imagine that he was still struggling in the Colosseum a few days ago, and now not only was he rescued, he even had his own name.

And the person who named herself turned out to be such a cute and gentle little girl.

The long-lost smile finally hung on the pale corner of the young man's lips, and he raised his hand to gently stroke Man Luo's soft hair: "Okay."

At the moment he agreed, the boy clearly saw Man Luo's surprised expression, and his clear warm brown eyes instantly became radiant.

Man Luo suddenly leaned forward slightly, held the boy's face in his hands, and landed a soft and fragrant kiss on the boy's cheek.

Seeing the young man in a daze, the smile on Man Luo's lips deepened. She leaned close to the boy's ear, and at an angle that the young man could not see, Man Luo narrowed her eyes with interest, but her tone was still innocent and soft. Nuo: "Lucia is very happy, Ansair...brother."
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Since then, Ansair has completely changed his view of Manro.

He may still hate nobles, but he can't bring up any dislike for girls.

Even faintly, there was a desire to get close to and protect the girl.

In the past few days, under the careful care of the girl, the wound on Ansair's body has begun to scab. Compared with before, it is more difficult for him to sit up. Now Ansair can walk around on his own, although the wound sometimes still hurts. He didn't take these to heart.

No more being locked in a rotten cage, no longer starving, freezing, or enduring those brutal beatings.

Ansair felt as if he had been reborn.

And this new life was brought to him by the girl named Lucia.

With a smile unconsciously on his lips, Ansair stepped forward.

"I really don't understand why Miss is so kind to that slave."

"That's right, he's just a dirty slave in the Colosseum. Miss not only bought him back, but also cared so much about him."

"That's not right! I heard that today, in order to protect the slave, the young lady was called to talk by the Duke of Hill. Didn't you see how gloomy the face of the Duke of Hill was? The slave fools around all day, I think Miss will be punished again today..."

There were whispers from the maids around the corner, and Ansair's footsteps stopped suddenly.

He sensitively caught a few words.

Was called out by the Duke of Hill...to be punished...

Ansair's eyes suddenly darkened, and he quickened his pace towards the maids around the corner.

Seeing Ansair who suddenly appeared, the maids froze and wanted to avoid them, but Ansair stepped forward to block their way: "Where is Lucia?!"

At this moment, the young man was standing upright, but he was only 12 years old, but when he spoke, he had a breathtaking vigor.

The maids, who were full of disdain just now, suddenly flinched because of this momentum, hesitated for a while, and one of them said weakly: "Miss Lucia is in the Duke's study."

(End of this chapter)