His Highness the Son moves the cat online

On the first night, Wu Meiren felt that she couldn't get used to it. After all, there was a big difference between living under the same roof and living in the same bedroom.

In the first few days of living in the new house, Wu Meiren felt as if the door to a new world had been opened, and she finally realized how the royal family in this world lived.

First of all, Dijiaer expressed his dissatisfaction with the mattress in the bedroom. He felt that it was too perfunctory to lay a few layers of quilts on such a hard mattress.

So, Dijiaer took out a mattress made of monster feathers from the space bracelet, and the witch beauty counted, and Dijiaer actually laid out a whole seven layers of mattresses, which is almost comparable to Princess and the Pea .

However, this is not the point. After making the bed, Dijiaer changed the wardrobe into an oversized one. The witch beauty changed a few sets of clothes in total. When she saw Dijiaer hanging clothes in it, the witch beauty I am embarrassed to put my clothes in the closet.

Leaving aside those expensive fabrics at first glance, just the gold and silver threads embroidered on the clothes, and the exquisite, luxurious and expensive pearl agate embellished on the collar of the clothes, the witch beauty feels that her whole body is They are all exuding a sour smell, yes, it is lemon and poor sour.

Even Wu Meiren discovered that the brooches and accessories on each piece of Dijiaer's clothes were different, and all the decorations were specially designed according to the characteristics of the whole set of clothes.

After a moment of silence, Wu Meiren felt that she was poor but she could not be short-spirited, and that she could not lose when she lost, so she hung her two black cloaks, two sets of college uniforms and a few regular clothes in the corner with a blank expression.

Alas, I am so tired.

Dijiaer looked at the few clothes that the witch was hanging in the corner, and then looked at his more than a dozen sets of exquisite and luxurious costumes. It was rare for him to feel uneasy. I touched it.

The witch beauty was terrified by his action, and was about to avoid turning around and kicking, Dijiaer said, "Let me measure your size so that someone can make some clothes for you."

"No, no need." Wu Meiren waved her hand: "I have enough clothes to change."

"Anyway, it's His Highness the Holy Son of the Temple of Light." Di Jiaer blinked: "They are so harsh on you, I can't stand it."

His words made Wu Meiren unable to answer for a while, and Dijiaer took him as his acquiescence, and continued to do what he was doing with his lowered eyes. Wumei's waist was very thin, and Dijiaer couldn't help but want to pinch it through the clothes. Get some.

"By the way, I'll spread another blanket on the ground." Dijiaer straightened up and said, "This way you won't get cold feet when you step on it."

Wu Meiren feels that he is not qualified to oppose the words of the big landlord. As a poor man, he only needs to silently call 666 when the big boss spends money.

So, when Dijiaer tidied up the master bedroom, the witch beauty could sit on the carpet and study the magic scroll with peace of mind.

Dijiaer sweated and went to the bathroom to take a bath. Wu Meiren thought about it and felt that she should play a role, so she went to the kitchen to heat a glass of milk.

When Dijiaer was cleaning the room, he seemed to have mentioned that he loves to drink milk. The witch beauty had a psychological shadow on this thing, so she only warmed a cup for Dijiaer alone.

When Dijiaer walked out of the bathroom wearing pajamas and wiping his hair, he saw the steaming cup of milk on the bedside at a glance.

Di Jiaer was slightly taken aback. He wiped his half-wet blond hair with a towel, turned his head and asked softly, "Aren't you going to drink?"

"I don't like drinking milk very much." Wu Meiren shook her head: "I added some honey, I wonder if you like it?"

"I like it." Dijiaer picked up the glass, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips, his blue eyes curved into a crescent: "I like it very much."

"That's good." Wu Meiren nodded, stood up and walked towards the bathroom: "I'm going to wash up."

Dijiaer sat on the edge of the bed and sipped the milk one by one. He half-closed his eyes and rarely completely relaxed himself. This kind of day...is really good.

When the witch beauty came out, Dijiaer was already a little sleepy, he suddenly relaxed and just wanted to lie lazily in bed and sleep, but seeing the witch beauty, Dijiaer still brightened his eyes and said, "Let me see See your light magic?"

"Yes." Wu Meiren took off the towel covering her head and let her half-dry black hair fall down. Because she just took a bath, Wu Meiren's snow-white skin was slightly reddish, and a few strands of black long hair were sticky. On his collarbone, Dijiaer couldn't help feeling tense, and suddenly felt that sleeping on the same bed might be a bit of a mistake.

Secretly pinching himself, Dijiaer coughed lightly and staggered his gaze. He sat up straight and lowered his head and said, "Then I will tell you about my magic... and the combined magic I have studied."

"Okay." Wu Meiren nodded, he stretched out his right hand to condense a ball of light with the source of light in his body, he looked down at the light magic in his palm and felt inexplicably relieved.

Being able to put down her defenses and use light magic in front of others, Wu Meiren felt that the burden on her body was lightened a little, and Dijiaer immediately stopped the random thinking in his head, and he also stretched out his hand, and a golden lightning flash appeared In the palm of his hand, there was a touch of hot fireworks.

"Thunder and fire element." Wu Meiren sighed softly: "Aside from light magic, I am afraid that only thunder and fire element can overcome the devil energy."

"Perhaps." Dijiaer raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the golden fire reflected in his blue eyes: "Witch, try to use your light magic...the fire magic that is integrated into my magic element."

"Well, let me try." Wu Meiren looked at the flame tightly wrapped by the golden lightning in the opponent's palm, thought for a while, and then carefully leaned over with light magic.

I thought that according to the mildness of light magic, Dijiaer's magic elements would not be very repulsive, but as soon as the witch beauty approached the opponent's palm, the golden lightning in Dijiaer's hand became agitated.

Looking at the restless thunder magic element, Wu Meiren frowned slightly, trying to find a gap to infiltrate it.

"It's impossible to sneak in." Dijiaer shook his head: "My thunder element has a dense net around it, which will prevent any magic element from entering."

"So...to get close to your fire element, I can only find a way to fuse your thunder element first." Wu Meiren lowered her eyes and pondered: "Or...just break it up."

"That's right." Di Jia looked at the witch beauty appreciatively: "It is the most effective and convenient way to break up directly."

"But the premise is that my light magic must be very aggressive." The witch beauty murmured, "It can only be strong... enough to break up the strength of the thunder element."

"It seems that you already have an idea." Di Jiaer snapped his fingers, and the magic element in his palm disappeared instantly: "We will talk about the aggressiveness of light magic tomorrow. There is one thing I just remembered... It seems that I haven't had time to tell you. you."

"What's the matter?" Wu Meiren put away the magic element in her hand and blinked.

"It's about the Temple of Light." Dijiaer crossed his hands behind his head, his expression soft like a shaved cat: "You should know Wood, the knight commander of the Temple of Light, right?"

"I know." Wu Meiren nodded and lowered her eyes, subconsciously reached out and touched her shoulder.

"He is the most obedient knife under the pope." Dijiaer couldn't help narrowing his eyes when he saw the witch beauty's movements, and said in a cool tone: "But over the years, according to the information I have inquired, this knight commander Seems to be looking for someone."

"Looking for someone?" Wu Meiren frowned slightly: "Who?"

"The Pope is also looking for the person he is looking for." Digar sat up a little: "It is said that he is the guardian of the Temple of Light, the messenger who protects the light—the guardian paladin."

"Guardian Paladin?" Wu Meiren was taken aback for a moment, "But in this world...is there really a Guardian Paladin?"

"I'm actually thinking about this question too, because the information about the guardian paladin... has to be traced back to many years ago. It is said that the Pope at that time... always had a guardian paladin by his side." Dijiaer said here, thinking It took a while before continuing: "The guardian paladin only recognizes the light he is loyal to, he can even be said to be the most loyal believer of the light, and the strength of the guardian paladin has always been very good."

"I seem to have heard of this a little bit." The witch beauty lowered her eyes and pondered: "The guardian paladin not only possesses a powerful fighting spirit, but also can control the magic of light."

"Sounds really powerful." Di Jiaer sneered: "If the Temple of Light really finds a guardian paladin, I'd like to compete with him."

"The Second Highness is planning ahead and thinking about the future." Wu Meiren rarely had a joking thought: "If there really are guardian paladins in this world, the strength of the Temple of Light will definitely be stronger, and His Highness will have no other idea?"

"I've said it all, call me Jiaer." Dijiaer curled his lips: "So what? It's impossible for me to compromise with the Temple of Light. If there is a guardian paladin in the future... just knock it down. "

"Gal is really...confident." The witch beauty wanted to say 'arrogant', but abruptly changed her words. He let out a soft breath, opened his quilt tube and slipped in: "It's better to be early sleep."

There is nothing in a dream.

The witch beauty puffed up her cheeks and complained silently in her heart, Dijiaer looked at him with her chin propped up and smiled for a while, stretched out her hand to pull her quilt, Dijiaer extinguished the candle with a snap of her fingers and said softly: "Good night, witch. "

"...Well, good night." Wu Meiren shrank into the quilt, he turned his back to Di Jiaer and felt that something was wrong, and sure enough... still had to live in a house alone.

But having said that, it is said that after a hundred years of cultivation, one can cross the same boat and sleep together after a thousand years of cultivation. How many years has he and Dijiaer been in friendship?

Thinking of this, Wu Meiren gradually fell asleep, while Dijiaer on the other side of him was tense and did not dare to move. There are also disadvantages after revealing his identity. For example, now, he must behave well. In my own quilt, I can't stretch my hands and feet at will.

Sure enough, the matter of sharing the same bed should be done step by step... Otherwise, it would be too much to bear.

The first night of the two's official cohabitation kicked off in an inexplicable and strange atmosphere, but Wu Meiren never imagined that this cohabitation, but cohabitation had an accident, but these are all for later.