Arad's crooked savior

"Ah~ I'm so tired. I feel like my whole body is salty. Every cell has salt condensation. I don't want to move."

Two slender and round beautiful legs in black stockings were resting on the coffee table. Her light blue eyes revealed a sense of weakness and languor. She had a straw in her mouth, sucking orange juice with fruit pieces in it.

There were less than two hours before reaching the lawless zone. After escaping from the ghost train, the team either gathered around Yuena to ask about breaking through the realm, or took advantage of a little time to sleep.

The evil spirits in the ocean previously made people mentally exhausted.

Of course, there are people like Taylor now, who are still shouting weakly, as if their spine has been pulled out, and their nerves are weakened.

Ye Lin, who was sitting opposite, tugged at the corner of his mouth helplessly, holding a small piece of bread in his hand and stuffing half of it into his mouth. Taylor's feet were dangling in front of her on purpose, but it was not convenient to scratch her before the bread was finished.

"Do you have backache? Are your legs and feet numb?"

"yes."

"Do you want me to rub it for you after eating?"

"Okay, hurry up."

Taylor yawned all day long, feeling sleepy and lazy, and patted his right shoulder, as lazy as a well-fed orange cat.

"This is a bit sore. Please press it harder."

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"Ah~ It feels so comfortable... You look like an expert at first glance. This strength and technique are just right."

She groaned softly, and then her voice became lower and lower. She seemed to be really sleepy. It was said that she stayed up all night playing cards last night, and encountered the ghost train again today, so she was exhausted.

"Does my depth look good? Is it white? Hmm?"

Even on the edge of falling asleep, Taylor still used his last energy and strength to raise a middle finger to him, and then fell asleep.

Unless you are possessed by a ghost, you can believe that he will massage your shoulders for free.

Feiyan, who was wrapped in a blanket next to her, widened her eyes, because after Ye Lin laid her senior sister down, she seemed to be thinking about those beautiful legs again.

"Good legs, let's enjoy the New Year."

A finger poked the fleshy thigh, the fingertips were gentle, but Ye Lin slowly frowned and asked in a whisper: "Feiyan, you heavenly people have such long legs, and Taylor likes denim hot pants, so you won't be used to it in the summer." Are mosquito bites all over your legs?"

Taylor didn't like wearing stockings at all before, especially knee-length stockings. She often showed off her big white legs proudly, and occasionally used them to hit Luo Lian.

But after being taught a twisted lesson by "little local girl" Aska: "Hot pants are not pants, you are not wearing pants", I started to pay attention to wearing stockings.

"Well, uh, that's the truth. Senior sister, she may have a way to repel mosquitoes."

Feiyan was stunned. She usually wears a layer of leggings under her palace clothes. There seemed to be only a handful of people like Taylor who did this with hot pants and white legs.

"It would be a pity if there were red bumps on such a good leg..."

The tip of the index finger gently moved from the lower end of the leg of the hot pants to the knee. The black stockings also showed a slight dent due to the gentle pressure of the voluptuous thighs and fingertips.

After being greedy for this softness, Ye Lin went back and forth a few times, then his expression froze and he touched his nose feeling a little embarrassed.

It's not that Taylor woke up, but the stockings seemed to be of poor quality and suddenly became silky.

"Get some rest. I'll call you when we get there."

Pretending to be calm, he covered Taylor with a blanket and signaled Feiyan to take a rest. Raphael beside him had already fallen asleep with his arms stretched out, and there was drool at the corner of his mouth.

The most luxurious carriages at the front of the sea train also have soft beds and bedding. However, after escaping from the ghost train, because there was not enough time, I basically just ate something to calm down my shock and curled up on the sofa to relax for a while.

Of course, there was an exception. Gu Yu had already snuck into the quilt and fell asleep. Of course, within half an hour, she kicked the quilt off again.

And because he knew that his own habits and the moral integrity of his captain were zero, he specially wore safety pants and a short-sleeved shirt.

The sea water is blue, clean and pure, and there are many seagulls circling as the train flies. Generally, if it is a supply truck, the seagulls can always get some oil and water at the station.

However, they were destined to be disappointed. The only cargo on this trip was inedible metal ammunition. The only two fish were mermaids, happily playing around in various carriages looking for treasures.

Mavis held a cup of hot coffee and sat quietly by the car window looking at the sea in the sky. Although the ocean would get tired of looking at it for a long time, after all it was just water, it was still water, but at least it was much more pleasing to the eye than the deep black ocean.

"How's it going? Are you scared?" Ye Lin smiled teasingly.

When the thing that the other party feared was nothing more than the relics of the king, the scene when she was attacked by Hades Usiel, her whole fair and delicate body was torn apart, and she almost exploded to death.

But as her strength improved, and she happened to recreate that scene with the help of Giant Blue, although the process was still difficult and painful, it was of great benefit to her strength.

The increase in Mavis's strength is the increase in her affinity for Usiel, which ultimately achieves the effect of God's presence.

It can be said that apart from Yuena and him, Mavis was the one who benefited the most from the Ghost Train.

"Afraid, not afraid."

Her words were clear and cold, just like her cool and elegant temperament, but there was an imperceptible evil aura in her beautiful eyes.

Before reaching the realm, ordinary clothing products could not stop the surging divine power, and they shivered and turned into ashes.

Glancing at Feng Ying, who was sleeping opposite Xiaoyu, Mavis looked strange. Siatt's figure seemed to be more upright and her skin was delicate and smooth compared to the time in the ruins.

Fortunately, Feng Ying was there to cushion her, and Xiaoyu was also average, neither sad nor sad.

"When you threw the Ice Soul Stone down, Feng Ying almost jumped into the sea to get it."

Mavis swayed the hot drink in her hand, feeling a little helpless.

In addition to the obsessive-compulsive naming behavior, Feng Ying also has a bit of a hamster's mind. She always feels uneasy unless she hoards gold coins to a certain point.

"She, haha, is this a quirk or characteristic that all geniuses have?"

Among the survivors of the transfer experiment, Feng Ying has the highest talent, self-created inner strength, and the funniest one.

"You are also a genius, what about your quirks?" Mavis blurted out, then felt a little embarrassed.

Feng Ying has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and genius scientist Melvin is suspicious. It seems that neither of them are perfect people.

"Him? Ha~"

Siatt, who passed by with an empty cup, immediately said with disdain: "His characteristic is that he is usually not serious."

"That means I'm pretty reliable at critical moments?" Ye Lin retorted.

"Ah……"

Siatt rolled her eyes, but didn't refute.

"I'm going to get a cup of hot water and make some milk tea. Mavis, do you want it?"

"No, I haven't finished my drink yet."

The sea train was messed up by the Iron Scale Pirates and went through the ghost ocean. Many facilities were damaged, and only the water heater in the restaurant still worked.

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"Yue Na is almost too busy. She is at a loss. Mo Mei and the others are eager to learn from Seraph and find their own way."

He pulled out another cup, poured two cups of milk tea, and handed one of them to someone who was following him.

"Don't you ask about experience?"

Ye Lin took a sip of milk tea. It was a little hot but very mellow.

"I once briefly set foot in the realm of the Sword Emperor, and I understand how to take my own path. I am not as clueless as Mo Mei. Nian Emperor is the legendary patron saint of Xu Ancestor."

The restaurant of the sea train also opens bright windows, and you can enjoy the pure ocean of Ninghe River, and you can appreciate its beauty even more after the storm.

However, the more beautiful the appearance, the more likely it is that there are terrible things hidden, and Siatt will use terrifying pliers to deprive her of it.

She stood by the window, holding a half-drunk hot milk tea in her hand, using the warmth of the hot milk tea to moisturize her body that had been soaked in the cold not long ago.

"Hoo~"

He exhaled a long breath, as if to expel everything in the ghost ocean.

"When we rescue the princess, we will be... shameless!"

A black line danced on his forehead. Siatt raised his right foot and stepped back hard.

"I just saw you shaking and wanted to give you a warm hug."

Her brows were furrowed and her mouth was gasping for breath. Sister Yao's kick was merciless, and the instep of her feet was burning.

"Nonsense, the sea breeze is very cold, but shouldn't a hug involve wrapping your arms around my waist? You're clumsy. But you always have to find some nice reasons."

Siatt's clothes were a black tight-fitting hip-hugging skirt, suspender stockings, and a long white waistcoat.

He reached out and took out the half-warm porcelain cup in her hand, kissed her forehead gently, scratched her pretty nose, and joked: "I don't have any excuses, I'm greedy."

"You're so shameless!"

After a very gentle and peaceful exchange, Siatt relaxed and exhaled from her lips.

The tights have a beautiful neck and are hung with black cloth straps to keep them stable, but after one operation, justice is proudly free, facing the majestic blue sky and sea.

He rolled his eyes slightly, pulled down the curtains of the car window, turned around and murmured: "It should be about an hour before we dock."

"Um."

He bit his lips, rolled his eyes slightly, tightened and relaxed his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the table behind him involuntarily, asking: "Why don't you drink the milk tea I brewed for you?"

"Because what I like better is milk tea with pearls!"

The window against the train is, after all, the crystallization of heaven's technology, and the glass is still hard enough.

There is obviously tight glass to block the sea breeze, but the warm-colored curtains inside seem to be leaking, and the edges are shaking continuously.