(Comprehensive Master Pirate Tutor) Hold on to my phone bug

Hondocho Koharu woke up in the operating device surrounded by a campfire. She hugged herself and felt a deep chill.

In the well of Qiye - there was nothing.

No matter where he went, there was nothingness and whiteness. Except for the dead Kaairyu and herself, there was nothing in that world.

She knelt down and pounded on the only solid ground she could.

The ground cracked and she fell into the red sea.

Back by the campfire at the base, Xiaochun saw the girl sleeping with her arms around her legs and her face on her knees. She looked quiet and weak, and she couldn't imagine that the well belonged to her.

The young man sitting next to her with his chin half raised looked up, his golden eyes sharp and sinister.

Hondocho Koharu couldn't help but take a step back, and then stepped back.

Feitan narrowed his eyes: "She was obviously shaken." Seeing that Qiye had no intention of replying to him, he clicked his tongue in displeasure, "You didn't fall asleep at all." It would be better to say that he was very vigilant in this situation. He wanted to die, and he wanted to kill any trouble with a knife.

Qiye turned his head in another direction and knelt on his knees, but did not open his eyes.

"She looked at my well." Her tone was lazily, and her voice was weak, as if her breath was stuck in her throat.

"Well." Feitan only repeated this word.

"A world composed of murderous intent." She half-opened her eyes, which were illuminated by the light of the flames, but showed no energy. "You are so energetic."

Feitan raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lower lips with a half-smile.The distance between him and Qiye was just within reach.

He raised his hand to touch it, and his index finger touched her cheek first, and a chill spread along her skin.

Contrary to him, Qiye had the illusion that her cheeks were hot, and her eyes flashed slightly.

Feitan put half of it on the back of his hand. This was originally a dangerous act, but this world would not be completely dead.Qi spread along the skin that touched each other, and Qiye's eyes widened as if they had suddenly lost the light of stars.

"It's so warm." She sighed softly.

It was so dangerous that the sight and smell of sex was clanging in warning, but it was so hot that it flowed through the body.

Feitan's eyes trembled and he suddenly retracted his hand, pursed his lips and looked gloomy. He threw something to Qiye and stood up.

Qiye was hit by it and his head turned sideways. The hand around his leg stretched forward just in time to catch it. When he touched it, his hand was burned.

"Warm stone." Feitan muttered his words and turned around to leave.

The warm stone was still functioning after being put into the grid. Qiye straightened up and looked at his burned palms, then he curled up his lips and laughed, the laughter was suppressed in his throat: "Ha——"

-

Conan rushed into the campfire when he was frozen to the point of death. He waited until his body temperature rose to a safe range and ate some roasted berries before looking at Qiye who was huddled by the fire.

She bent her knees, rested her forehead on her left hand, and put her right hand half-clasped on her fingertips close to the fire. Even if he came back, there would be no movement.

Conan glanced at Huo with a hesitant expression: "Why are you the only one?"

He thought Qiye wouldn't answer, but he didn't expect her to turn her head and reveal half of her eye.

"I ran away because I was shy," she replied warmly.

Conan immediately glared, he shouldn't have asked.

He turned around to pack the items in the box, and the girl stared behind him with intense eyes.

Conan's expression was quite difficult to express. He guessed Qiye's meaning and turned around to ask: "Why is he... shy?"

Qiye continued the topic naturally: "I am well-behaved and cute."

Conan had a hard time restraining himself from hitting her face with the wood in his hand and yelling at her for being shameless. He fantasized in his mind and took a deep breath to adjust his mentality.

He frowned: "Do you know me too?"

Based on his observations during this period, Nanaya knew and was familiar with Sawada, Misaka and Nakahara, and she seemed to know Kuchiki too, but they were obviously different from the previous three.

Finally, there is himself. Conan always feels that Qiye is a bit targeted at him.

Qiye had no intention of answering this question. She looked away, moved her fingertips close to the fire, and threw another piece of wood into it.

Conan said "Calm down, don't argue with her" three times before turning back and continuing to pack the boxes.

But Qiye's anxious eyes fell on his back again. Conan endured it and went through all the words from the time he came back to now, and asked tentatively: "How can he run?"

Qiye lowered his eyes and replied: "After you hit me with a stone."

Conan secretly thought that he deserved it, but externally he was worried about which question to ask next.He followed up her words with: "What kind of stone."

"Warm Stone." There was a smile on Qiye's lips, and his voice was light but with bad intentions.

Conan paused and turned around with a twisted expression: "You have turned so many corners and you just want to tell me this?" A red line danced on his forehead.

He took a deep breath: "Which column is it in?"

Qiye ignored him again.

Conan could only stay next to the alchemy engine and look for them one by one.

After he found the method of synthesizing the warm stones and the people who had gone out returned one by one, Conan placed the prepared warm stones next to the campfire to heat them: "Do you still have any stones on you?"

"It's so hot." My wife Zenitsu touched the stone with her hand and said happily.

"How did you find it?" Happy asked Happy lying on the warm stone.

Conan only had enough materials for two pieces. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Feitan walking back slowly, and loudly said, "When I came back, I saw Sister Qiye alone, so I asked her where brother Feitan had gone."

Qiye raised his eyes slightly.

"Sister Qiye said he was shy and ran away." Conan put his hands behind his back as if making a speech, "I was so shocked by her cuteness that I was so shy that I hit her with a warm stone and ran away."

Qiye: It’s obviously me who said it, but there seems to be something wrong with it.

Conan felt that the young man's sharp eyes were about to scratch him like a blade. He couldn't help but hold his breath, his back was stiff and some cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Soon he withdrew his gaze and focused on Qiye.

"Nanayo-san didn't mean it." Sawada Tsunayoshi whispered from the side. Although he might not lose in a fight, Nanaya-san hates winter and naturally doesn't want to fight at this time.

Nakahara Chuuya raised his eyebrows as if watching a show. Sometimes what she said was just as irritating as Dazai.

"Well-behaved and cute." He walked to Qiye's side, his boyish face stained with a sarcastic smile.

Qiye pretended to be dead and didn't want to answer, but Conan was really showing off.

Misaka Mikoto felt that he was really angry and looked at Mr. Chuuya for help.

"I won't die." Zhongyuan Zhongya felt that Qiye needed to be beaten by life and didn't want to care.

Feitan sneered and crooked his waist, hooking her bent knees and waist to pick her up. Qiye frowned and raised her eyes to look at his pretty little face, her expression relaxed.

"Hiss—" Conan didn't get angry until he couldn't see their backs. Is there something wrong?

"One leg." Habi said ambiguously, curling his tongue.

Everyone present turned to look at Habi.

The blue cat accepted the attention of everyone with an innocent face. After a few seconds, he smiled cutely and said, "What are you guys doing watching Hubby?"

-

It was snowing all the time in winter, and even with Warm Stone Qiye still felt a little too tired to sleep. She leaned on Feitan without saying a word. If he wanted to fight, she had to gather some strength.

Feitan glanced at her, his thin lips moved but he couldn't help it: "It would be cuter if you didn't speak." Unfortunately, he opened his mouth.

Qiye pursed her lips to hold back her words, as she didn't want to fight in the snow.

It was rare for Feitan to gain an advantage in words. He stopped in the wind and snow and asked again: "Are you admitting defeat?"

Qiye raised her eyelids and weighed the gains and losses in her heart. She looked into his cold but slightly contented deep golden eyes, and suddenly she heard a very light laugh coming from her throat, cold and malicious.

She opened her arms and took the initiative to hug his neck, her cold lips pressed against his earlobe, and her voice was long and drawn out: "Zha——" The voice was soft and boneless, and the tail tone was slightly raised and as if it was in the air. behave in a spoiled manner.

Feitan's hand holding her suddenly tightened.

Qiye was a little hurt from being strangled, and her expression became serious. She calmly let go and leaned back to keep a distance from him: "I am always cute."

Feitan looked a bit speechless.

Qiye noticed that he wanted to let go and drop her directly, she pursed her lips and hugged him again. She hugged him tightly to ensure that Feitan would not fall even if he wanted to throw her away.

She didn't want to fall in the snow at all!

She was caught off guard and hugged her up. Feitan straightened his back and felt a little stiff. He frowned and said impatiently: "Let go."

"No." Qiye sternly refused and condemned, "You actually wanted to throw me into the snow just now! I am so weak, pitiful and helpless, you should love me well, that's too much!"

Feitan was so shocked by her shamelessness that he couldn't even think of words to refute her for a moment. If this was a coquettish act against him, it was too hard-core and he couldn't bear it.

A vein twitched on his forehead. He turned around and wanted to return to the camp. However, after taking two steps, he felt that he was not willing to let her go like this.

"It's getting dark," he said coldly.

Didn't move for seven nights.

"I won't throw you away." He suppressed his anger.

Qiye relaxed and freed one hand to hold the torch.

Feitan pursed her thin lips into a thin line, suppressed her anger and asked again: "How did you spend the winter before?" To say she was afraid was a bit exaggerated, but she just had a deep-rooted dislike of winter.

"But." Qiye replied lazily.

"It's like you suddenly showed up there." He lowered his eyes. "And you know half the people here."

"Well——" This is nothing to admit.

"What are the conditions for the activation of shrinking?" Even if it is not Nian, it is impossible to use it without restrictions.

His topic jumped too much, Qiye couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, she laughed: "You care so much——"

"Say." He pinched the flesh on her leg.

Nanaya shook the torch in her hand: "It's blood." Her voice was still very soft, "It's something that a melee type cannot avoid, and Mukuro's physical skills are also very good."

Feitan is a little depressed. Even if his physical skills are not good, the illusory ability is difficult to deal with. If it is too easy to obtain blood.

"Illusion-type abilities are very interesting." She played with the torch in a lazy voice, "They are all cute when used on you."

Feitan staggered away.

He wanted to ask, but felt that he shouldn't ask.

Qiye thought about Feitan Cat's shape and bunny ears, and couldn't help but laugh, then laughed again.

Feitan felt goosebumps inexplicably when he heard her soft and pleasant laughter.

As if aware of his stiffness, the girl raised her head to look at him. There was a smile on every part of her eyebrows, as bright and cheerful as if her aversion to the cold had disappeared.

"You slashed me in the ruins." Qiye said with some pride, "I remember it."

Feitan's face darkened. After she said the same thing last time, she transformed into a small woman and made two consecutive attacks.

His speed was really fast compared to before.

Qiye immediately buried his head and was caught off guard and was almost hit by snow.

It was still dark, and the campfire was crowded with people. Seeing the boy carrying Qiye back in his arms, Gang and Habi reflexively leaned aside.

Feitan quickly walked to the campfire, put the girl down like a hot potato, grabbed the unburned torch from her hand, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Qiye hugged her legs again, bumped her face on her knees and smiled faintly in the direction he left.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's pupils trembled, thinking that it was Nanaya-san who had finished solving the problem so quickly and came back, just now Feitan seemed to have fled inexplicably.

Habi tentatively returned to his original position. He looked up at Qiye, his expression paused and he couldn't hold it back.One paw put on her calf, and the other paw covered her mouth and curled her tongue and said, "I have one leg~"

Habibi swallowed her saliva next to Misaka Mikoto, how dare she say that.

Qiye's eyes slowly moved down and landed on it, the subtle smile on his lips still lingering.She reached out her hand and patted it into a cat cake.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: Hiss——