[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

Dragon blood, in this world with almost no aura, is a treasure.

For patients, it can be a good medicine to bring the dead back to life, and for practitioners or witches who practice yin and yang magic, it is a holy product that can greatly enhance their spiritual power.

But for lowly ghosts, with a drop of blood, they might be able to become gods.

Low-level monsters.

What a coincidence, there is one here.Oriha Sakurana glanced sideways at Mitsutada Kiri, the small knife candlestick: "You really don't want to eat it?"

"No!"

"Okay," she said leisurely, "then you will be a handsome little man for the rest of your life."

What is the master? This is, the demeanor of Candlestick Cut is really unmaintainable. The lines that were prepared in my heart and planned to be very free and touching now sound a little out of breath, as if I am reciting lines bluntly: "...after becoming a god So what, I think it is no different from my current life. I am a knife, and the most important thing about a knife is the master, as long as you are by my side, everything is fine."

Zhiyu Sakura choked, climbed onto the bed that had been made, and covered her head with the quilt: "It's up to you."

Closing her eyes, she cursed in her heart, idiot.

Loyalty and companionship cannot be eaten as food.

After all, she was short and the bed was high, and she had to stand on tiptoe to cover the quilt with the candlestick. He sighed sadly, and heard the master's thin breathing, carefully took the quilt off her head, and gently tucked it back in. Quilt, so that the wind does not blow to the hollow of the shoulder.

Just as she was about to leave, Zhiyu Yingnai's dishonest hand stretched out from under the quilt, Candlestick shook her head helplessly, kissed the back of her hand lightly, and then stuffed her hand back under the quilt.

He smiled a little silly: "good night."

In the middle of the moon, Zhiyu Sakurana was half asleep, turned her head, and there was a short knife on the side of the pillow.

She patted up in a daze.

"Good night."

***

The morning class officially started at 08:30, and Oriha Sakurana arrived at the tennis club at 07:30. As usual, she was working as a wallflower, but she didn't find anything serious to do.

It's best to have nothing to do, Oriha Sakurana is not free enough to find something to do, leaning against the wall, covering her mouth and yawning.

Spells such as teleportation are still a bit exhausting, so unless necessary, I will choose to take the early bus in the future.

"Good morning!"

A boy with sheep's hair jumped over, looking full of energy. Although there were some misunderstandings yesterday, he always has the temperament of not forgetting grudges when he sleeps: "You came so early, Zhiyu, can you help me?"

She shook her head: "Good morning Akutagawa, have you eaten?"

"Eat it, Zhiyu, you are so enthusiastic!" Akutagawa Jiro saw the handbag in her hand with sharp eyes: "What is this? It smells so good!"

Zhiyu Sakura picked up the bag and smelled it: "It's not bad, it's not as fragrant as when it was just out of the oven."

Isn't it delicious?Akutagawa Jirou took a deep breath and looked at her eagerly: "You have breakfast?"

"No."

"That……"

His eyes suddenly straightened.

A gust of wind blowing from behind Sakura Sakura quickly spread the sweet aroma of milk to the surroundings.

This aroma is fatal to those who love sweets. Before Jiro was ready to put his palms together, Oriha Sakura took the initiative to hand the bag to him: "This is a thank you gift for Keigo Atobe, please Akutagawa Bring it to him for me, and I won’t go there.”

He happily took the bag, and couldn't help gossiping: "Thank you for the gift?"

The corner of Oroha Sakurana's mouth curled up, and Jiro suddenly felt that the surrounding temperature had dropped several degrees, and he rubbed his hands together in fear.

"It's nothing," she said with a faint smile, "thank you for helping me lighten my workload."

This doesn't sound like a lie, but Cilang thinks it's definitely not that simple.

Cirou was born with the alertness of small animals, and this strange intuition allowed him to escape the clutches of Keigo Atobe many times. Right now, he felt a terrible sense of oppression.

If the situation is wrong, hurry up and leave, Cilang is holding the sweets bag and rubbing oil on the soles of his feet: "Don't worry, I will definitely convey it to you!"

Oriha Sakura leaned against the wall with her eyes closed and continued to sleep lightly. After a while, she opened her eyes again, and looked towards the front right corner. There was an unhidden skirt corner exposed by the wall. Look at the texture pattern, high school uniform skirt.

Rubbing her eyes, she decided to sleep a little longer.

***

Keigo Atobe was sitting on the referee's bench in the tennis club, while Taketo Mukohito and Yuuji Ninata were playing against each other on the court.

Although the two of them are partners, it is also good to learn about each other's moves and how to solve them.

Without turning his head, Atobe Keigo reached out to stop him: "Cirou, you are late."

"Hey--"

Before he had time to be frustrated that he was discovered, Cilang looked down at his watch and wowed: "I'm really late, I thought I came early today!"

Atobe Keigo turned his head and frowned: "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Oh, this," Jiro sent the bag of sweets to Keigo Atobe as if offering a treasure, but he didn't let go: "This is a thank you gift from Oroha! It's sweets, sweets!"

It's so obvious, you can see it without emphasizing it, Keigo Atobe stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

Why did this guy suddenly not follow the routine today!Cilang was a bit generous, holding the bag of sweets and refused to let go, he had originally planned to keep it for himself: "Aren't you usually not fond of sweets, Atobe?"

"Who said that?" He denied: "If you don't eat much, it doesn't mean you don't eat."

"so……"

Cilang handed out the bag without giving up, "Atobe, don't you want to know why this is a thank you gift?"

If it was someone else, Keigo Atobe might still be curious, but Sakura Oriha would forget it, if you think about it with your toes, you will know that there is nothing good to say.

He took the bag cruelly: "I don't want to."

Damn it, Cilang struggled: "But I want to say it!"

Atobe Keigo took out a dessert from the bag and stuffed Jirou's mouth: "Oh, don't say that."

With a click, the teeth fell into the soft cake. The moment the filling was bitten, the sweet and sour mulberries and blueberries flowed into the throat together. Cilang couldn't bear to move his tongue, letting the taste buds dance freely. After the sweetness of the jam passed, there was cream The dense, extremely delicate taste is better than all the desserts I have eaten before.

"Amazing!"

"How can there be such delicious snacks!"

Almost every mouthful he sighed, Cilang was so happy that he exploded into a firework: "I really want Mrs. Wen to taste it together..."

As for that exaggeration?

The sweet tooth is really crazy, but I didn't expect that guy to give me biscuits. What does this mean... Keigo Atobe absently picked up a piece of biscuit and put it in his mouth. After chewing, the hand holding the biscuit suddenly get up quickly.

While eating, he did not forget to tell Ci Lang: "Give up."

This person must be jealous of Wen Tai.Ci Lang complained in his heart while still chewing things non-stop, his cheeks were bulging like a hamster, it was so delicious that he couldn't stop.

Delicious ones have to leave a name, Cilang asked: "What kind of dessert is this?"

"Souffle."

"what?"

Atobe Keigo changed the vernacular: "It's a soufflé."

Even if he doesn't eat sweets very often, he also knows that this kind of French cake is recognized as the most difficult dessert in the dessert world. Unless you are very careful and serious, ordinary shops will not make it, and even if you do it, it may not be delicious.

This level of sweetness is okay, acceptable, and slightly salty.

Keigo Atobe closed the paper bag before his self-control failed.

Brushing off the crumbs from his hands, he moved the dessert aside: "Don't eat it, it's for Xiang Ri."

Cirou sucked the sweetness off his fingers with some nostalgia, and Keigo Atobe twitched as he watched, wanting to open his mouth to say that he was not gorgeous, but then remembered that this guy's face was like a fortress.

It's useless to say it, so don't waste your saliva.

The sweet taste seemed to spread in his heart, Keigo Atobe took the beat: "Jiro, let's have a fight."