Dressed as the little prince of the love growing game

He is not angry anymore, of course Meng Yueqiu is also happy.

But when Ymir said this, he suddenly wanted to see if Ymir's favorability had been lit up.Sure enough, the favorability bar belonging to Ymir also lit up.And the favorability is extremely high, above ninety.The most important thing is that there are vermicelli under Ymir's favorability.

[I don’t know why, I just think this vermicelli represents the line of love]

[Speaking of which, although we are a strategy development game, it is said that there was an entry of love when the game was first tested, but because no one has played this route, the entry was silently deleted]

[No way, if you really put it this way, is it possible that the game is not controlled by Ling Xiao, they can't even make the love line easier? 】

[Yes, such a difficult love line, I think only Zai Zai's coquettish position can be played out]

[Not to mention, I heard rumors before that this game was indeed not produced by Ling Xiao's studio, they are just agents]

[Brothers in front, tell me if you have any news! 】

……

【Why is there no movement? 】

[Don't talk about this topic, just took a look, this brother's account has already been sent]

[Hiss, suddenly discovered some important secret]

However, soon, the barrage of related topics was once again blocked by the AI ​​room manager.Meng Yueqiu looked thoughtfully at the large screen of the live broadcast room that had been emptied in an instant.Originally, I wanted to see what constructive opinions the audience had on the vermicelli, but I didn't expect to get such a clue.

But is this game just a secret that Ling Xiao's agent can't tell?Why is it so mysterious.

Forget it, he is still in the game now, and he can't control things outside the game.Meng Yueqiu's gaze returned to the vermicelli, still dubious about the so-called love line.

Among other things, Ymir just said that he wanted to be his brother.What does it have to do with lovelines.

Let's get down to business.

"Actually, I told you about this for the sake of getting bigger in the future." Meng Yueqiu said, "I guess in just two days, my body will return to its original size, and I will need your help to take care of me at that time." one time."

Ymir instantly remembered the last time Meng Yueqiu lost contact at a critical moment.At that time, the little guy passed out directly, and the personnel did not know.It is indeed dangerous in this palace if no one is watching.

"Then you have to tell me in advance that I will have someone send the elf to Nancy, and then come to take care of you." Ymir is still a little worried about leaving Meng Yueqiu's matter to someone else.

"Okay!" Meng Yueqiu responded with a smile, then put his arms around his neck and rubbed against him, "Thank you, Ymir."

The little guy is soft and soft, making people feel that he is relying on you.Ymir hugged Meng Yueqiu vaguely, feeling gradually satisfied in his heart.

Great, this is his younger brother, he will definitely protect it well.

Two days later in the evening, Meng Yueqiu coaxed the little elf, and contributed a lot of benefits similar to sticking and hugging, and finally sent the reluctant little guy to Nancy.

Although he was reluctant to leave when he left, but after knowing that Meng Yueqiu had business to do, the little elf was still very obedient, obediently waving goodbye.

When Meng Yueqiu returned to the palace, the sun had already set, and the moonlight poured into the room through the windows.He didn't go back to his room, but went to Ymir.

In order to be less restrained when his body hurts, Meng Yueqiu changed out of his complicated coat and sat at the table in his pajamas to read a book.

With the previous experience, Meng Yueqiu immediately exchanged for two painkillers when he felt pain this time, and then fed them into his mouth.The painkiller melts in your mouth and works almost immediately.

However, I don't know if the spell is about to end this time, and the pain is even more severe. Even with systematic painkillers, Meng Yueqiu can still faintly feel the intermittent pain.

The bones seemed to be hit by something again, smashed and crushed again.Meng Yueqiu reckoned that if he hadn't had painkillers, he wouldn't be the same as he is now, and he could still hold back his voice.

His slender fingers clenched his chest tightly, sweat dripped from Meng Yueqiu's forehead, and his body sitting in the tall chair couldn't help curling up into a ball.

"Qiu!" Ymir would distract himself from time to time to look at Meng Yueqiu's condition, and found that the little guy was not in good health, so he immediately threw the work in his hand, and quickly ran to Meng Yueqiu to pick him up, "Why? So, where is your body uncomfortable?"

Meng Yueqiu leaned in his arms, shook his head with pale cheeks: "Fortunately, I can hold on."

Ymir was even more worried.If only he could look so weak.But Meng Yueqiu also said that his current situation is not good and call the doctor and pastor, so he can only carry it by himself.

Ymir sighed and picked him up in the air.Fearing that it would make Meng Yueqiu more painful, he tried his best to move lightly. Even so, Meng Yueqiu was startled by the sudden suspension of his body, and his tightly clenched fingers subconsciously grabbed the clothes on Ymir's chest.

"Don't be afraid, I'll carry you to the bed to rest." Ymir stroked his back with his palm, relieving his tension bit by bit.

Meng Yueqiu's current consciousness has gradually become a little confused, and he nodded subconsciously when he heard his words.

Ymir gently put the person on the bed, and the soft bed sank immediately.Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Meng Yueqiu curled up again, and his fingers clenched tighter on his chest.

"He said it's okay." Ymir sat down beside the bed, hugged Meng Yueqiu in his arms with one hand, and rummaged through his space ring with the other hand.

For so many years, Ymir naturally kept many scrolls, potions, or magic accessories.Some of these things are more or less therapeutic.

Even without treatment, it can block people's pain.

After a while, three magic scrolls, two bottles of potions, and several trinkets were placed in front of Ymir.

The bracelet inlaid with purple gemstones was put on Meng Yueqiu's hand, and Ymir tore open the high-level magic scroll of the light system, and warm rays of light fell from the sky, surrounding the two of them together.When it landed on Meng Yueqiu's head, it seemed as if a small circle of light had fallen.

The bracelet also played a role. After being opened by Ymir, the purple light on it flickered.

Under the effect of healing magic and healing accessories, the discomfort on Meng Yueqiu's face was visibly relieved by the naked eye.There was also a little blood on the originally pale face.

Ymir touched the little guy's soft face and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, healing magic is useful, but how did Qiu get this spell, and the pain after the magic is too strong.

Even though Meng Yueqiu was much better, Ymir didn't dare to put him down and walked away, he simply hugged him in his arms and observed Meng Yueqiu's situation all the time.

[My god, so many high-level magic scrolls are really extravagant. 】'

[Cover your face and cry.jpg I misunderstood Prince Ymir before, he is really a good person]

[I don't know if it's good or not, but I really have to treat Zai Zai well and treat Zai Zai as my younger brother. If I'm impatient, how can I keep caring about the situation, and my arms won't be sore]

【Ymir can do it!Thumbs up.jpg]

Meng Yueqiu fainted and didn't know about the conversation in the live broadcast room, and Ymir didn't even know about it.He now has Meng Yueqiu in his heart and eyes, and helps Meng Yueqiu wipe off the sweat from his cheeks from time to time.

The situation was fine in the first half of the night, and Meng Yueqiu's mood remained stable under the treatment, but in the second half of the night, something unexpected happened.

When the third scroll was torn and the magic of light shone on Meng Yueqiu's body, instead of getting better this time, he groaned and yelled "pain" in a low sob.

The voice was very weak, but Ymir had been paying attention to his situation, so he noticed it naturally. He quickly observed Meng Yueqiu's situation, and found that he was wrinkling his cheeks, and his hands were raised to block something.

blocking things?

Ymir was thoughtful, then looked up at the magic light above, could it be because of the light magic?

He hugged Meng Yueqiu and left the magic range. As expected, the little guy's face softened a little. Although he was still biting his lip, as if he was bearing the pain, his subconscious reaction was a little calmer.

The healing ability of light magic has always been useful before, why did it make Qiu feel uncomfortable later?

Could it be that there is something wrong with the magic scroll?

But it's not right, he was also within the range of magic just now, and he could feel that there was nothing wrong with the scroll.

Then the problem can only be on Qiu.

Ymir observed Meng Yueqiu's cheek carefully, and found nothing wrong, so his gaze shifted to the little guy's hand.I didn't notice it when we leaned together just now, but now I look carefully, Meng Yueqiu's body is obviously stretched a lot, and his fingers have become more slender.

Now the body looks more like a teenager.

But something is wrong.

Ymir held the boy's fingers and came to him, carefully watching his fingers.The fingers are slender and fair, the nails are light pink and healthy, and even the trimmed arc seems to have been calculated, round and beautiful.However, if you look closely, you can see strands of black air emanating from those fingers, which are too light to be found.

Others may not know this thing, but Ymir knows it.This is magic energy.

He left Wangcheng this time to deal with a new batch of raging monsters that appeared on the mainland, but now, this kind of demonic energy appeared at Meng Yueqiu's fingertips.

The expression on Ymir's face became more and more ugly.Why does Qiu have a devilish energy on her body?He wasn't fooled into thinking that Qiu was a monster, the demonic energy was obviously acquired the day after tomorrow.

As if feeling uncomfortable being held down all the time, Meng Yueqiu struggled a bit and tilted his head.He was wearing looser pajamas now, and when he turned his head, a smear of red was faintly exposed on the back of his neck.

The red is darker, it looks extremely ominous, and there may be a problem.Ymir hesitated.Do you want to lift the collar to see what's behind it?

This is likely to be related to Meng Yueqiu's health.

In the end he made a choice.

"Sorry." Ymir pinched Meng Yueqiu's collar with his fingers, and pulled the collar down a little.A red magic circle was revealed on the back of Meng Yueqiu's neck.

Strange and unfamiliar pattern, Ymir has never seen such a magic circle before, but it can be seen at a glance.

Who can plant such a magic circle on Meng Yueqiu?The elves should not be.Meng Yueqiu's love for elves is not fake.On the contrary, he has great hostility towards the old king.Could it be Horace?

What did his good father do to Qiu?