Raising Diary of the Lolita Warrior

"How do I get to the Demon Realm?"

"There are several plane cracks in the different world continent and the demon world. When the war starts, just throw them over."

"Then how do I go back to another world continent?"

Emile asked cutely.

The little girl looked at Charlotte, and Charlotte also looked at the little girl. The two sat facing each other without speaking, and the air fell into silence for a while.

"...Isn't that your home?"

After a long time.

Charlotte covered her face and asked silently.

"How do I get home?"

Emile was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes finally revealed a trace of bewilderment, she looked at Charlotte, and then at the Coke in her hand.

so sad.

The Coke in his hand suddenly became less sweet.

Chapter 5 The Brave, the Little Girl, and the Rice

Sitting on the sofa with a Coke in her arms, the little girl's expression was blank, her eyes unfocused, like a doll who lost her soul, and her beautiful calves dangling in the air couldn't even shake.

She took a sip of coke numbly.

He hiccupped for a long time, then hiccuped again, and looked back at Charlotte with tears in his eyes.

So panic.

"Devil King, what should I do, I can't go home anymore."

"If I could tear apart the space, I wouldn't be here waiting for you to kill me." Charlotte spread her hands and told her that there was nothing she could do.

Tearing the space requires at least the realm of the Grand Magister or higher.

Stability is not guaranteed yet.

According to what he pointed out, there are only two great magisters left on the continent of the different world, an old woman in her 80s, and a dwarf in her [-]s. Apparently, the little Emile is not one of these two people.

The little girl sniffed sadly, drank all the Coke silently, and hiccupped a few more times.

She lay down on the sofa hugging her calf.

Frustrated, he rolled from left to right.

I can't go home anymore.

I can no longer see my mother, and I can no longer lie on my little bed every day, playing with Charmander while dangling my calf.

Sweet crocodile, auntie's roasted animal leg, green peach juice...

I can't eat any more.

From now on, she is a street child without a home.

Pitiful.

Weak.

Helpless again.

Charlotte kindly handed her a pillow: "Well, here are all rolling around with their pillows in their arms."

The little girl raised her head and gave him a fierce look, but she still took the pillow and hugged her in her arms, without saying a word, and continued to roll around on the sofa.

The young girl is sad.

Charlotte stood beside her with her hands in her arms and watched quietly for a while.

The brave man who was aggressive just now and was about to kill himself suddenly turned into a frustrated little girl.

Very subtle feeling.

But to be honest, a little loli is rolling around there, which is quite cute.

"How did you come here? It stands to reason that if someone can open up the space and send you to this world, they will definitely plant space coordinates, so I can pick you up at that time." After watching for a while, I estimated that it would take a while He couldn't die, and Charlotte was not idle anymore, and went to the kitchen to start a fire to cook.

People are iron rice is steel.

It's already so late, let's eat something first and then talk.

The little girl stopped rolling, and sat up leaning against the sofa with her pillow in her arms, her mouth still pursed and her face frowning.

"I came here with a magic scroll."

"reel?"

Holding the shovel, Charlotte raised her eyebrows. The magic scroll of the space system is a rare commodity.

Drawing a scroll does not require magic power, but requires sufficient knowledge of magic. The space system is the most complicated. It takes him four or five days to draw a scroll.

And those who can travel through planes.

The production process is even more troublesome and complicated on dozens of levels.

The little girl nodded in a low mood, "When Mom was packing up the relics of grandpa and grandpa, she found a scroll, which said that after using it, it can be sent directly to the Demon King."

"So you opened it secretly yourself?"

"I didn't open it secretly. My mother said that you are a mature brave man and you have to learn to fight the devil yourself. After the scroll was torn open, a door was opened, and she threw me in."

The little girl blinked and hugged her calf pitifully.

Charlotte: "..."

Fine.

You are unreliable enough, and your mother is even less reliable than you.

Turn on the fire to heat up the oil, choke the pot with shallots, the aroma is immediately fried, and there is still rice left in the refrigerator, Charlotte takes it out, breaks in an egg and fry it, cuts some cucumbers and sausages, and puts them on the Old Godmother.

In order to save money, Charlotte has always been the old godmother bibimbap.

Laoganma is simply the crystallization of human wisdom. It is delicious, large in quantity, convenient, and the key is that it is not expensive.

At first, Emile was still curled up on the sofa in a daze.

Smell the aroma.

The little girl's nose moved, her eyes moved again, and she uncontrollably stared at the kitchen.

After a while, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, jumped off the sofa, trotted to Charlotte's side, stood on tiptoe, and looked at the fried rice in the pot with bright eyes.

call.

It looks delicious.

"Devil King, what are you doing?" The little girl clasped her hands.

"Cooking. Don't say you don't know this. You also have iron pots." Charlotte turned to look at her.

Human culture in another world is similar to that here.

This is not a high-tech thing, they already have iron pots and iron utensils.

The little girl let out an oh, blinked her eyes, still with her fingers in her mouth, and twisted her body in embarrassment, "Then, is this delicious, the color looks so pretty."

"Delicious." Charlotte perfunctory.

After stir frying a few times, the little girl beside her remained silent.

Charlotte turned around.

The little girl was looking at him expectantly, her burgundy eyes were sparkling, and her long eyelashes flickered, as cute as she could be.

I'm very cute.

Give me food.

Charlotte froze for a moment, then turned her head away silently.

Refuse to communicate.

A serving of Laoganma fried rice costs more than three yuan, and the eyes suggest something, if you can't see it, it doesn't exist.

The little girl trotted to the other side.

keep looking at him.

After watching for a while, seeing that Charlotte didn't intend to invite her to dinner at all, Emile puffed her mouth, then became discouraged, lowered her head, touched her soft belly, and whispered to herself.

"It's dinner time, I'm so hungry."

"I only made it for one person. I am not a philanthropist, and this is not a cafeteria. You are here to kill me. Don't eat our food."

Charlotte was expressionless.

He is the devil, she is the brave, a natural enemy.

All camps are different...

The purpose of asking her to drink Coke before was to get her to help, but now that the negotiation has broken down, he is not so easy to talk to.

If you want to kill me, just do it.

"Oh."

The little girl responded with a depressed mood, but still couldn't help looking at the pot and sucking the tip of her nose.

But it still smells good.

Emile shuffled back and forth on the sofa, shrunk into a soft ball again, took the pillow next to her, and continued to hug and roll slowly.

Finally clean.

Satisfied, Charlotte put the fried rice on a plate and sprinkled it with salt and pepper.

The finished product is fragrant.

It seems that I haven't fired for many days, and my cooking skills have not deteriorated.