Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 160 Money Fan Plane Model VS Blood Race with Different Eyes (23)

"Little Baozi! Where are you?" Qu'er squeezed her throat and called softly.

Galea trembled, "Can you be normal?"

"No, the kiss is cute, so naturally you should be closer~" Qu'er twisted, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"what happened?"

"I suddenly felt that my tone of voice was disgusting, vomit..."

"..." She shook her head, and when she saw the familiar touch of orange, she left the stupid rabbit behind and ran over.

The custard bun was in a light sleep when he was suddenly turned over for a closer look. He wanted to scratch it with his paw, but he smelled a familiar smell before touching the man's skin, so he stopped his hand abruptly, "An'an, How did you come out?"

"Qu'er said that you were injured, so I came out to have a look, and I happened to know some healing techniques." The girl smiled slightly, and she was even more charming under the hazy moonlight.

"Ah...that's it, thank you." The custard bun lay flat and pointed to his stomach, "I was hit by a heavy object before, and that part of my stomach hurts all the time, I don't know what went wrong. "

"I'll perform a basic healing technique first, and then you can feel where it hurts the most." Galea said, placing her hand on the soft belly of the custard bun, singing an ancient song, her voice soft, as if from Skyrim.

There was a soft light in her palm, and the custard bag felt a warm force, and it stuck out its tongue.

"Hiccup~"

The sound was crisp and loud, almost drawing a shining arc in the night sky.

"Pfft." Qu'er was the first to not hold back, and laughed out loud.

"Ahem, the bruise on your abdomen has disappeared. Maybe it was the digestive tract oppressed by the congestion, causing indigestion." Galea said seriously.

Custard Bun hugged his face with his paws.

"Thank you An'an!" A painful and aggrieved voice came from between the claws.

"Thank you." She rubbed the custard bun's head, "You guys came here to help me, this is really hard!"

"By the way," a carp in custard bag stood up straight, with agility, "I remember that there was a perverted blood hunter during this time, you must not let him lead you out of the rhythm!"

"You remember?" Galea asked suspiciously.

"Uh... I watched the sky at night and found this secret." Custard Bao changed the topic with poor acting skills, "Hurry up and go back, remember to bury the silver dagger in the living soil, so that the blood hunter cannot I sensed your specific position."

"Yeah, okay, good night, come to me anytime if you have anything else to do, Luther is pretty gentle these days." Galea said, walking back to the castle slowly.

It was late at night, and Luther was not asleep. He stood in the corridor, looking at Galea who quietly buried the silver dagger in the vegetable field.

"What are you doing?"

"Bury something, a friend said, it's safer that way." Without looking back, she dug the hole like a mole.

The castle is also full of moonlight, I don't know what kind of structure it is, the sunlight can't shine in, but the moonlight can.

"When you get better, let's go find Saget together." Luther said something, squatting down, his strange-colored pupils were full of seriousness.

"Saget is at my house." Galea stopped. "He has lived in my house for many years. He is very kind. He is the kind of grandfather I imagined."

"What?!" Luther's eyes widened.

"That's right. Before I was arrested, I thought about improving his living conditions. After all, his bones are not good when he is old."

"But he broke four of your ribs and crippled your martial arteries. If it weren't for your fate, you would never..."

　late night update

　　
　
(End of this chapter)