Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

Under the lights of seven colors, Miss Patchouli, who had been reading all day, opened her eyes with difficulty.

She has long, straight purple hair tied at the end in a bunch with a ribbon, and her long temples are also tied with ribbons.

The clothes she was wearing - in terms of clothes, her clothes were beautiful, like pajamas, they looked soft.

The inner layer is fluffy and comfortable clothes with lavender vertical stripes, and the outer layer is a lavender long coat with intricate ruffles at the hem.

On top of the long purple hair, he wears a round ZUN hat with a crescent-shaped ornament on the hat.

The clothes and hats are all decorated with blue and red bows made of ribbons, which look very luxurious and elegant.

The old-fashioned telephone from the last century rang, and Patchouli answered it casually.

"your Highness……"

The beautiful slender eyebrows frowned slightly, this kind of honor was obviously exclusive to that guy Remilia.

I said, my subordinate, are you still fond of that little vampire?

"What did you call me?"

Paqiuli's voice is very deep, often called "subwoofer" by friends, but with an ethereal and elegant artistic conception, the female manager who seems to be inclined towards lolicon suddenly wakes up: "Aha, sorry no Sorry, miss, I said the wrong thing..."

"Well……"

The witch, who was too lazy to fuss over such trivial matters, asked, "What are you calling at this time?"

"Oh, that's right."

The white woman on the other end of the phone whispered: "Since last month, you have ordered us to prepare a room for a Japanese guest named Xu Junfang, and he arrived just 10 minutes ago."

"……arrive?"

"Yes, in the best suite."

"Well……"

The girl under the seven-color light closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, she didn't know what she was thinking about, and she spoke after a long time: "What kind of person do you think he is?"

The white lady seems to have a very good impression of our protagonist: "So handsome..."

"……yes?"

"Yes, yes, it is completely different from European men. I have never seen such a handsome Asian boy, and his temperament is also very good. How should I put it, there is always a feeling that makes me feel convinced."

"You are sincerely convinced?"

"Hmm...he speaks very nicely, and he speaks English better than me as an Englishman. If he has two more moustaches, I think he can go to Hollywood..."

………………

Yasaka Manzo is a clean freak, and he doesn't like the beards that should start to grow out of adolescent boys.

He may not wash his feet, he may not take a bath, but he must never shave!

In his words: "I am already so handsome without a beard. I am afraid that after growing a beard, all the girls will be fascinated by me."

"Now this face is good, it's very good, the advantages are obvious: it's handsome, the disadvantage is that it's not obvious, well, it's better not to be too attractive."

Extremely shameless...

The boy who had finished washing was sitting in front of the big French windows. This is the ninth floor, and he could overlook the night view of London. The bustling London seems to be no different from Tokyo, Japan.

Even in such a high place, you can faintly hear the manic pop rock in the wind.

In a few more hours, he might be able to see the drowsy and oppressive fog covering the entire city, although he was probably already asleep at that time.

This is England...

There are many magical places in this country, Beckham, Queen So-and-so, Princess So-and-so, and that old smoking gun with a hooked nose.

There are also Beatles' pop music, St. George's Cathedral crouching in a corner to pray, and a ranch with bleating sheep beside the country road.

Also, King Arthur...

"Arthur... king?"

My mind started to be chaotic again, like a pot of Laba porridge boiling, stirring the young man's thoughts all the time.

Those thoughts that have not changed color even after thousands of years of reincarnation are about to break out, but because of some resistance in his subconscious, he still cannot break through the last shackles.

The confused Shinhiro took out the book from his bag.

The old book with yellowed pages seems to be very fragile, but it is actually quite strong. It is obviously ordinary paper, but no matter how it is torn, it will not be damaged, and even water and fire can't do anything about it.

This strange phenomenon is quietly reshaping his worldview.

What's even more strange is that every time he reads this "Accounting for Things" which seems to be only a third of the length, it always reminds him of the sentences in "Yin Fu Jing".

"The universe cares about the hand, and all transformations depend on the body."

On that thin page, every stroke entered the sea of ​​consciousness from his eyes, and all kinds of fragments of thoughts tumbling in the sea of ​​consciousness were easily calmed down like waves on a sunny day.

The artistic conception in each stroke slowly spreads out in the sea of ​​consciousness with the slight undulations, like a drop of ink falling into clear water.

There seemed to be thousands of stars burning in the lacquer-like eyes, and after a short moment, only the bright moon in the sky remained.

I don't know why, when this book was still in Suwako's hand, every time the loli god turned it over, there would be that extremely light and clear breath soaring into the sky, every time Kanako needed to use her own genius to According to God's will, to neutralize and resolve it, so as not to provoke some unnecessary right and wrong.

But when it reached his hands, he couldn't see any vision at all.

There is no breath, and there is no vision in the sky. It is still a lone moon shining brightly, and a little bit of light gathers in the gentle water of the Thames to form another clear moon.

On the south bank of the River Thames, the second tallest architectural fragment in Europe is ingeniously integrated with the surrounding ancient buildings.

Above the tall building, a petite figure that looks like a child is quietly sleeping in the clouds. The moonlight in the sky seems to be faintly attracted by this figure. This area is slightly brighter than other clouds.

As if sensing something, the little girl who woke up slowly opened her eyes.

Deep sleepiness still remained in the big blood-red eyes, and there was a trace of doubt in this sleepiness, which gradually expanded.

Immediately, behind her, the huge bat wings spread...

Chapter 134 No.17 Yes, Kawaii

"Oh, Patch, my best friend."

In the huge barrier above the big library, the little vampire gracefully bowed to his best friend...

like graceful me...

"Come on……"

Paqiuli fiddled with the crystal ball on the small round table angrily, and the face of her friend was reflected in the crystal ball.

What kind of face is that?

The heroine's face...

Hmph, this cute guy in front of you, despite his appearance as a noble lady, looks very young on the outside, but he has actually lived for hundreds of years.

Vampires...

How could there be such a cute vampire in this world?

Qiyao's magician (which has a different meaning from Xingyue's magician) straightened the hat on his head, and the crescent moon on the hat shone with a silver glow in the dark space.

Under the moonlight, the majestic little red devil revealed his true face.

She has short light blue hair and wears a light pink beret hat with a red ribbon tied on it.

Wearing a light pink Lolita loli dress, with red ribbons on the sleeves and the back of the waist, judging by the shape and height, she is a cute pink and white gothic loli.

"Patch, your eyes are very rude..."

The little vampire's delicate face inherited from her parents carried a hint of evil and mischief, and she sat straight on an exclusive chair, scratching her little face with her red pointed nails: "I know I'm cute , but you don’t have to be so amazed every time, I say.”

Not only is the appearance gray and very cute, but the voice is also very cute, like a kitten rolling in a candy house.

In short, every part of this guy's body embodies the element of cuteness.

Including the little canine teeth that came out when she was talking...

"...You don't have to praise yourself like this every time."

The witch, who was about to get out of penicillin, spoke slowly, with a hint of joy on her indifferent face. For a lonely person, the visit of a good friend is indeed a rare comfort.

Although, her friend has always had a strange personality because of certain things.

He is capricious, and may suddenly go crazy and kill the other party. He is an absolute egoist. Although his appearance is so cute, he is not liked by others.

He is a guy who "is a godly opponent on the enemy's side, and a pig teammate on his own side".

"Your self-praise actually hurts your dignity from a certain angle, Remy~~"

"It's Remilia! Remember it well, 'Remi' or something..."

The majestic vampire seemed to be remembering something: "This is a nickname, only my mother and aunt can call it."

"Auntie?"

Patch, who was carefully observing the crystal ball, suddenly coughed violently.

Remilia looked at her sympathetically: "I told you to go out for a walk when you are free, and bask in the moon. You see, you are so delicate, even more fragile than Frandu. You can cast magic against the enemy. If you cough like this, you will definitely be taken away and sliced, and it must be lung slices!"

"To shut up!"

Paqi, who was relieved, patted her chest, which was so flat that it was almost sunken, and waved her hand complainingly: "It's the milk smell on you that makes me cough..."

"It doesn't taste like milk!"

The little vampire blushed all of a sudden, and patted the table with her small hands. She looked very imposing, but in fact it only made people think she was cuter: "I don't smell like milk! I'm not like Fran Baby suckling!"

Casually slandering her sister, Remilia's eyes twitched: "Obviously it's the so-called 'lungs full of bubble disease'..."

"You can just say asthma, miss."

"Well--"

The little vampire, who was speechless for a while, skipped over this topic with a whimper, and pointed to the crystal ball: "Patch, what are you looking at?"