[Sword III] Collection System

The moment Fang Xi was taken away from the crowd, Fang Xi still hadn't realized what happened. He only knew that he was following a girl in red and being led to a residence with an exotic style.

At the door, the girl stood still suddenly, waved away the attendants behind her, and only led him into the inner room.

"..." Fang Qi raised his head and sniffed. The girl's boudoir only had a faint fragrance of flowers, and there was no strange fragrance. This made him feel a little relieved, which meant that she didn't come to brainwash him.

"What's your name, how old are you, and where do you live?" The girl squatted down and asked gently while holding his hand.

Fang Xi took her hand and wrote a few words in her hand stroke by stroke.

"Fang Osmanthus... What a good name." For some reason, a hint of disappointment flashed in the girl's eyes.

She really shouldn't have hoped, obviously that child has...

"?" Fang Xi didn't understand what he meant. Did this man bring him here just to ask where his family lived?

"Well...it's okay, I'm the saint Arzu here, Xi'er can call me...forget it..." The girl in red changed her words immediately as if remembering the child's dumbness in front of her.

"Zhi——" a ferret in red silk jumped off the incense bed and flopped into the girl's arms.

The girl put the overly lively ferret into Fang Qi's arms, and said: "Bring it, those big sisters won't come to take Xi'er away, do you understand?"

Fang Xi nodded obediently. This ferret is probably equivalent to the existence of the saint herself. Seeing things is like seeing people. Of course, those low-level believers in red would not dare to act without authorization.

"It's really like..." The girl suddenly murmured.

And when Fang Xi looked up, she got up quickly as if she had been caught.

"I'm going to take a bath, Xi'er, let's play in the house for a while, don't go too far." The girl in red hurried away surrounded by a group of believers, leaving only a few who looked like Mammy Rong at the door. The middle-aged believers looked down and watched.

It is reasonable to be guarded, Fang Xi is not dissatisfied, on the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief, he can feel the girl's thoughts and the sadness in those eyes.

Fang Xi felt that he should have seen this girl before, but in a hurry he forgot where.

After the girl came back from bathing, she taught him the rules and etiquette of the Cardinal Church, the positions of the main personnel and their respective personalities, so that he would not randomly grab the skirt of the saint like before, the saint Azrael Although Mu Nayun is in a high position, she is mature and steady and will not care about a child, but if she meets the weird-tempered saint Bati and pushes Fufeng, she will only die.

Fang Xi worked hard to memorize the small notes, and the illustrated book information about the Red Clothes Sect in the setting book was also increasing at a considerable rate. He was so happy that he almost wanted to roll on the bed.

His luck was finally saved. Although he didn't know who the girl took him for, he felt that he would be grateful to the man who looked a lot like him.

Thinking of this, Fang Xi sneezed by himself.

"Is it cold? That's right, the Holy Cult is located deep in the mountains, so it's still somewhat cold." The girl touched his little head and said with a smile.

Fang Qi rubbed his nose and continued to look at her with burning eyes. He still wanted to hear the gossip, he still wanted to hear the gossip about Sister Peony and the Six Saints.

"Hey, it's time for Xi'er to go to bed, hurry up and take a bath." The girl angrily coaxed him to get off the stool.

Fang Xi stuck out his tongue mischievously at her, and ran away with a change of clothes in his arms. He has his own separate room, so he is not afraid of being exposed.

The girl smiled and watched him go away, her thoughts were vague, as if she had returned to a long time ago, when she ran out of the holy church alone to prove that she was no longer a child and did not need to be disciplined by the sisters in the church, but when she was kidnapped by human traffickers and came to Chang'an She couldn't stop crying in the cage, her beautiful new dress was torn, her well-dressed bun was crooked, and even the powder box her mother gave her was almost lost. Comfort her, try her best to rescue her, people will say that such a young child can understand love, but she is not an ordinary child, she understands her own thoughts, she likes that child, she likes that child from the bottom of her heart, she wants to make love He brought it back to let the sisters see that there are good men in the world, if...if he is still alive.

The girl's eyes darkened. She has never seen the child since they parted, and she can't find him anywhere. She knows the temper of the Holy Mother Azrael. She will not lie, but she will not do anything unnecessary The thing about that child is probably more or less ominous.

Xi'er, little Xi'er...

"Water."

At some point, the saint Azrael mother with bewitching eyes appeared at the door, and she was looking at her unemotionally with her beautiful eyes.

"Sister Nayun, why are you here?" The girl smiled slightly, perfectly hiding her previous sorrow.

"That child back then...you still can't let him go, do you?" Nayun knew best about this little saint who was raised by herself, but the moment she saw her bring the unsightly girl back to her residence, she immediately I understand everything.

"Sister, why did you say that? Shui'er just likes this child's obedient temperament. Besides, Hongxue also needs a playmate, doesn't she?" The girl said, and the ferret with a scarf around her shoulders also squeaked in cooperation. With a sound.

"You are always right, but Shui'er, you have to remember not to let the leader discover your thoughts. I won't say it, and it doesn't mean that others won't say it. Even if the leader can forgive you, the sixth saint will not I will let you go." Nayun's tone was still calm, obviously she was also included in the six saintesses she was talking about.

"Thank you for reminding me, sister." The girl sighed deeply.

"Prepare well for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods soon. This is the duty of a saint. You should be clear about it, and..." Nayun frowned, and his tone suddenly became cold: "Recently, many martial arts people gathered in Fenghua Valley They have bad intentions against my Holy Cult, although these people don’t need the Sixth Saintess to take action, but it’s not good to spoil the mood of the leader, so you have to be more careful about those people while I’m away.”

"Shui'er understands, Shui'er will take good care of the matter entrusted to her by her sister," the girl agreed.

Nayun nodded, that's all she wanted to say, she was very relieved about her.

"..." Taking the cloud away, the girl looked at the Dihua Palace in late autumn, her back was lonely.

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Seeing that he hadn't been exposed for several days, Fang Qi became agitated, relying on his naturally cute skin to win the favor of one big sister after another.

While the little friends outside were chatting about the front and back of the mountain, he was enjoying the emperor-like hospitality in the arms of the big sisters, eating melon seeds with them in the distance while watching the leader Assassin and the boy who loved Peony. The love scene is so enjoyable to watch, it seems that there is only so much fun among this group of women taught by the red dress.

"Although men are unlucky, the love between men is pure, flawless and perfect." Shalia held her forehead, her face turned red like a tomato, her heart was beating continuously, and she felt that she would faint at any time.

"Yes, yes, how can you fall in love with different genders!" The red-clothed women behind her, who were also blushing and heartbeating, echoed one after another, and the frequency of eating sunflower seeds doubled.

"..." Fang Qi silently stopped his brush, looking at the 18X small yellow picture of Assassin X Peony he drew, he was a little puzzled as to why he became like this.

The best way to please rotten girls is of course to draw BL fanbooks. Although he doesn’t like drawing people very much because of Kang Xuezhu’s relationship, how could he just let go of a shortcut to gain favorability in red clothes at such a critical moment? Woolen cloth!

According to Comrade Shalia from the support team of the leader ALL, Lord Assassin once flirted with Lu Weilou, the leader of Mingjiao, when he was young, but Lu Laomao didn't understand the situation, so he didn't do anything. She felt very sorry, so she Wrote a long BL novel based on Lu Laomao and Assassin to commemorate this sad relationship. scoffed.

Just in time for him to come, Salia asked him to draw a comic version of "Old Stories in Red Clothes". Yu the leader and the six saintesses.

When the days are going well, it is inevitable that some people will think about it. As the comic version of "Old Things in Red" spread overnight, he was taken to the main hall to meet the protagonist of the comic the next day.

"Hey, I don't agree with you, I haven't drawn her waist and the most perfect place, and there are so few scenes!" Sister Peony, who was heavily made up, leaned on the body of a certain leader and cried hoarsely.

Assassin in red and high-heeled shoes turned his head, pointed his slender fingers to a small yellow picture on the picture album, and said elegantly with his legs crossed:

"I heard from Salia, you painted these?"

The author has something to say:

"Mood at that time"

"What kind of mood did you join the Red Clothes Cult?" Salia had already forgotten, and now under the influence of the canon rules, every time she saw the leader and Mr. Peony together, she would feel inexplicable heartbeat.

Perhaps this is the reason why Saliya has been loyal to Assassin until his death...

For this reason, in the hall of the temple, Salia will once again fight for Assassin with a puppet body...

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The original words of the little yellow book that Dihua dropped, ahem...

The identity of Rusty Rusty Girl has been ascertained, and this is by no means a fabrication.

Thank you for the love of the drifting bottle of landmines~