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"Sister Fu Hua, it's not the first time for you, just bear with it, it will be fine soon."

Xilin rubbed against Fu Hua's neck, sniffed a few times, and then approached Fu Hua's ears and temples.

"How can you get used to this kind of thing... woo!"

The girl's warm breath brushed Fu Hua's auricle with the words, and the numb feeling like an electric shock climbed to the brain.

Fu Hua tried to close his eyes to ease the sultry feeling, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the soft touch on his lips came in.

After a few seconds, the lips parted.

As an opening scene, this isn't even a kiss, it's just a simple lip contact.

But the feeling that the breaths blended together, and the eyelashes were smashed together, still remained in Fu Hua's heart.

"Hmm~☆, I'm in good shape. It's almost time for Sister Fu Hua's healing treatment."

Xi Lin said seriously, her left hand gently held Fu Hua's cheek, her right hand crossed Fu Hua's left hand, leaned over and licked it on Fu Hua's lips.

It was like the announcement of the beginning of the morning exercise. With the cooperation of Fu Hua who wanted to refuse and welcome back, Xilin's tongue opened the fairy's slightly opened lips without any trouble, and skillfully opened her teeth and caught the soft tongue. Entangled with it, wanton and strong.

It didn't take long for the staggered breathing of the two to gradually become high-frequency and heavy.

Xilin and Fu Hua constantly exchanged breath and body fluids in their mouths. Tongues and tongues penetrated each other's mouths, swept across each other's palate and the bottom of their tongues, and caressed their teeth.

During this process, the lavender Honkai Energy also slowly flowed into Fu Hua's body along with the body fluid in Xi Lin's mouth.

The collapse of Xilin's life breath can be mixed with the power of imaginary numbers, moisturizing Fu Hua's severely wounded body like the spring rain, and healing the wounds inside the body bit by bit.

In order to treat Fu Hua more effectively, Xi Lin's left hand, which was holding Fu Hua's cheek, gently groped down the fairy's slender waist.

In the beauty, a mysterious purple halo bloomed from Xi Lin's fingertips, stroking Fu Hua's bright and clean back, and following the slightly concave arc of the back, all the way down, with a single-handed knife and the momentum to touch the tail vertebra.

"Wow!"

Fu Hua's body trembled slightly, and his face flushed even more.

Although Xilin's hand on her back guided the power injected into her body, there was also a numb and graceful feeling, and the warm feeling of being treated made Fu Hua's eyes blurred.

And this is just the beginning.

After all, with their strength, it would not be a problem to hold their breath for more than an hour.

Therefore, the healing of the demons lasted for a long time before the curtain came to an end.

"Sister Fu Hua's back muscles look obvious, but they are soft to the touch!"

Xi Lin smiled lightly, her rosy lips glowed with water, and she looked at the immortal under her with flushed complexion and a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. The dusty temperament and confused state became a kind of depraved beauty. .

"Hehe~☆, even an immortal is no different from a mortal in this respect!"

"Really, Xilin, don't touch it!"

After taking a few breaths, Fu Hua complained, but the blush on her face made her look more coquettish.

"And what did your father teach you? How can the treatment process be like this... It must not be a serious person!"

"Well...hehe!"

Xi Lin, who got off Fu Hua, returned to her usual innocence, putting on an innocent expression and pretending to be stupid.

"Ah!"

Annan's body, who was still on his way, sneezed suddenly, feeling as if he was being spoken to badly.

If Annan knew about the situation here, it is estimated that he would definitely complain.

What do you mean he is not a decent person?

Among the knowledge he taught Xilin, there were several ways to replenish the demons.

The most basic is to convert vitality into magic, just like Medusa's blood-sucking and Medea's absorbing vitality.

In addition, there are methods such as the UBW line Nakatosaka Rin transplanting part of the magic circuit to Emiya Shirou, and the method of Fujimaru Rika directly contacting the body of the Servant to transmit magic power.

But these methods are based on the need for magic circuits.

Shirin and Fu Hua, who are in the collapsed world, don't have a magic circuit, just like Shirou Emiya didn't even have a magic circuit switch at first, so they can't make up for Saber's magic.

So there is only one last option left, and that is to swap liquids!

A similar way of replenishing magic is very common among magical girl Ilia, which is very convenient and efficient. Xilin also used this method to provide energy to Fu Hua according to the knowledge Annan left her to help heal Fu Hua.

To sum up, he Annan is innocent.

He provided a variety of methods. Although only the method of exchanging body fluids is feasible, this helpless thing obviously has nothing to do with Annan's character.

And with Xilin's strength, she has long been qualified to deduce a new way of replenishing magic by herself.

It's just that this little girl is too lazy to think about it, so she chose this way of replenishing the magic with the scent of lily and orange in the orange, and Annan didn't take the blame.

What's more, there's nothing wrong with this way, right?

after all……

On the surface, the parties resisted, but secretly they were enjoying it!

Chapter 270 Five Imaginary Egg Noodles

Imaginary world.

Countless imaginary spaces are born here, floating and sinking like the foam created by the surging ocean.

Most of these imaginary number spaces are meaningless, and the internal laws are absurd and out of common sense. Only a very small part will turn into meaningful real number spaces under miraculous probability, and become a world where life is born.

Under the shroud of the imaginary number submarine technique, he can jump an incalculable distance every moment, and shuttle in the imaginary number at an alarming speed towards the coordinates in the perception.

But as he got closer to the coordinates, Annan began to rub his chin, looking contemplative, frowning and looking at the world around him, layer upon layer like bubbles floating in the ocean.

"What's the matter? You look worried?"

Tiamat saw his uncertainty, leaned gently on his shoulder, and asked softly.

"Nothing, just a little discovery."

Annan turned his head and kissed Tiamat gently on the cheek, then replied.

"There are a lot of real-number spaces here. From the beginning, the closer you get to the coordinates, the more worlds with life there will be. I estimate that the destination is approaching."

"It's just that I'm a little uncertain. I'm at the end of the coordinates, what will I encounter?"

Annan looked ahead, and a trace of worry flashed in his dark pupils.

Logically speaking, the reason why he couldn't perceive the clone before was because the distance was too far, but now that he was about to reach the coordinates, Annan still hadn't contacted his clone.

This is not normal.

In the world of Rick and Hubby before, he could still receive feedback on the improvement of the clone's strength, but now the clone is silent.

There are only two possibilities.

The first possibility is that his clone is trapped in a place where all connections can be cut off.

As for the second possibility, of course, his clone has died.

However, as Annan's coordinates continued to leap forward, the first possibility was ruled out by him.

Because the seed of imaginary numbers appeared in his perception range.

"I can confirm the existence of the seed of imaginary numbers, but the clone with the seed of imaginary numbers does not exist... It seems that there is a tough battle to be fought."

Annan seemed to smell the smoke of the battlefield.

The strength of the clone is equivalent to his full blow, which can make the clone integrated with the imaginary number dissipate, but leave the imaginary number alone. The strength of the enemy far exceeds that of him when he just left Xingyue.

Of course, his current strength is far more than his own back then.

If there really exists an imaginary enemy that can obliterate one's own avatar alone, it is not certain that everyone will die.

And Tiamat was with him.

As an invincible powerhouse in the world, Annan relies on his own efforts and the woman behind him... Milk Tiamat Mom.

With Tiamat's milk volume, a mouthful of animal milk can be pulled back when it stops breathing, and it only takes a blink of an eye to turn the residual blood into full blood.

With a master like him and a god-level nurse like Tiamat, what kind of hardship can't be beat?

The problem is not big.

You can't die if you die. At most, you will be beaten the most poisonous like MT. If you can't beat it, then you should retreat strategically.

The only thing that makes me sad is...

He is obviously a magistrate, why is he always beaten like those warriors with shields and heavy armor? !

Thinking of this, Annan's expression was a little melancholy.

He has experienced large and small battles, and when he uses powerful spells, he is mostly clearing miscellaneous soldiers, but once he fights against strong enemies, he basically uses auxiliary spells to prolong his life.

Although he has always been the one who has the last laugh, isn't he the one who has been beaten the longest from another point of view? !

A mage profession can do this for him... Maybe his real talent is shield warfare or madness.

"Well, I hope this time I'll be beaten a little less."

Annan thought pessimistically, then took Tiamat's hand.

Tiamat also felt something, the hand that was held was at the entrance of Annan's Ten Fingers Alley, and the pink-purple star pupils reflected Annan's profile.

"Let's go, one more jump, and we can reach the expected coordinates."

Annan took a deep breath, the power of imaginary numbers circulated, and the spell changed in the blink of an eye.

"This journey should be the end, teleport in one breath!"

The technique erupted with dazzling light, breaking through the layers of imaginary space in front of him.

When the light dissipated and all things returned to silence... the figures of Annan and Tiamat had disappeared from the imaginary world.

……

"Xilin, is it ok to have egg noodles this morning?"

Fu Hua tied his long gray hair with a hair rope, pinned the hair accessories made by Yu Duchen to the ends of his hair, wearing a white home clothes, and walked into the kitchen with a clean and neat attitude.

"Okay~☆, Sister Fu Hua loves to cook Chinese food, Xilin."