My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

Although the spellcaster with a physical skill score of 9 is very strong in physical fitness, he does not have to live so intensely every day, at least he still needs to rest when it is time to rest.

Cough...and also, tossing people over and over for several days in a row is really too much.

So the dog curled the tail of the plug-in cat and was suspiciously silent for 2 minutes. He didn't know if it was a psychological struggle with "I really want to play". In the end, the serious thinking prevailed and threw the tail back to the other In the pile of things that should be mosaiced, by the way, I also took off the cat ear headband on the top of my wife Xia Ye's head.

"Well, are you off today?"

Obediently lowered her head, so that the curser who was sitting cross-legged could take off her hair and remove the band. After the slight confinement feeling on her head disappeared, my wife Xia Ye put her hands above her knees and said in a light voice:

"It's good to rest, otherwise, if you don't get enough sleep, Mr. Thorn will have dark circles under your eyes."

"Salmon."

--indeed.

The dog curly spine nodded in deep agreement.

——It is no longer "possible" to have dark circles. If you look carefully in the mirror now, you can find that he has a blurry blue-gray under his eyes. He has been lack of sleep these days and is still doing "Lucid dreams" that occupy his sleeping hours.

...Even if the content was something he hadn't said in secret, and he was very interested in the content with Xia Ye as the main character, but he still couldn't stand to yell in class and get thrown a piece of chalk.

Originally, he had just passed the culture class, and it was far from the full score test paper that Xia Ye Quantu floated up. If this continues, he might fail the culture class at all like the seniors who were suspended in the third grade. Maki might be punished for running laps again.

And this is just a general consequence. Hatching in class is at best a chalk head with the teacher's magic power, but if it is during Maki's training...it may be a very serious level Yuta once received Maki's "education of love" because of this kind of thing. At that time, when he saw Maki, his calves would sway. After all, who can not be afraid of the angry Maki?

Speaking of which, he really envied Xia Ye's recovery ability.

Thinking of this, Gou Juanji slightly turned his head to the side, and saw my wife Xia Ye holding up the pile of things that should be mosaic without changing her face, and then humming happily, she put them one by one in the bedside cabinet. , neatly stacked together, without any sign of mental distress or physical exhaustion.

Thinking about it this way, it's actually pretty embarrassing, right?Obviously he was the one who tossed and bullied people, but in the end he was the one who yelled and yelled frequently, and he didn't seem to have Xia Ye's spirit... because he had been asked subtly by Pang Da about this matter, Pang Da's The idea was too much, and even questioned whether he was the one above or the one below.

"..."

The mood is also a little delicate, so the dog curly spine retracted his eyes rather complicatedly, no longer staring at the white waist that was exposed because of bending over, and his eyes fell on the ground, which was dimly seen through the window. Dividing line illuminated by light.

There is a kind of heat on the back of his left hand that he doesn't know if it is caused by hallucinations. He has already discovered this morning. The weird and mysterious red totem is almost completely formed. It probably only needs another dream to reveal a complete and clear shape—— —

Tonight, will he also dream?

***

Curlythorn the dog had indeed dreamed again.

This time the dream was different from the previous ones - the scene did not start with the familiar silent movie, but after a halo of light in the darkness, a familiar basement was revealed.

Bright and dim candle lamps were burning on the wall, and the dim light reflected on the face of the person, making the outline of the shadow particularly obvious, and the halo in the darkness he saw just now was actually seen in a blur. lighting torches.

This time he seemed to be following another perspective, "observing" the so-called dream from the perspective of others.

Then in a previous "dream", they were in this basement again, and they stepped on the magic circle drawn by mercury. The people in the "dream" continued to "chat" downwards following the previous content.

"Before Lord Thorn breaks his left arm."

The pink-haired boy said in an erratic voice:

"That day is a dividing line. After that, things will go completely out of control, so at least until that day."

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the air, and then a male voice with a rising tail sounded from a very close distance. The timbre sounded extraordinarily sweet and greasy, reminiscent of melted sticky cotton candy.

"Using the Holy Grail to hide the consciousness of the world, Xiao Xiaye's calculation is good, but what about other problems?"

The guy who was talking took a step forward and stepped into the area where the appearance could be illuminated by the candle lamp. The dog curly narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw that this person had silver hair and purple pupils. It is a very typical deep European silhouette, and there is also a weird inverted crown tattoo under one eye, and it is taller, with the corners of the mouth raised, and it doesn't look like a good person when it smiles.

The guy who was "not quite a good guy" paused, and continued in a very casual tone:

"Each world can only have one 'Bai Lan', so I can only pull 'ghost'. Similarly, each world can only have one Xiao Xiaye. Are you planning to become a flame block after the past? Or Magic power, spell power?"

"Is it okay to be considered a Heroic Spirit for a short time?"

My wife Natsuno tilted her head as a matter of course: "People and heroic spirits with the same status are allowed to appear in the unified world."

"Well, well, it's indeed a good way."

Bai Lan continued with a smile:

"But Xiao Xiaye's method is not a formal summoning of Heroic Spirits, right? There is no holy relic, and you have not ascended to the Heroic Seat, and you are only allowed to stay for a few days. What if you were thrown by the Holy Grail a few years ago? What to do?"

"..."

The atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

"...In that case, there is no way."

My wife Xia Ye answered slowly. With his dark pink pupils open, he replied in a light voice:

"There can only be one Natsuno in a world, and I still have something to do...so."

My wife Xia Ye paused for a moment, then raised her tail slightly, her pink pupils turned slightly, and finally she set her eyes on the ground, her tone became strangely stable, and she said calmly:

"—So, another Natsuno shouldn't exist."

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In the network that has been submerged in countless data streams, Fyodor recovered a diary that was set to be automatically uploaded four years ago.

The search process is extremely cumbersome, because all traces of the former "My Wife Natsuno" have been cleaned up, and only the Internet can be called a fish that slipped through the net—a fish that slipped through the net with only a few scales left.

It took Fyodor a lot of effort to restore the diary, but fortunately he is very good at computer technology, Fyodor successfully read this weird...future diary.

"..."

"Received the next bad