miss mist go with the flow

In the guest room of Holder Manor, Sirin was lying helplessly on the bed with a clean, fragrant quilt.

She stretched out her hand to catch it a few times, sighing regretfully.

Can't afford it.

The moon elf was forced to the foot of the bed by her, and she yelled "I'll punish you not to enter the room to sleep tonight", and threw her out of the room of the undead.

I don't have anyone to accompany me tonight, I'm afraid it will be difficult to sleep.

Sirin adjusted to sleep on her side, with the quilt between her legs, thoughts churning in her mind.

To spend tonight's punishment like this, Amy will regret it sooner or later.

But the strength of the relationship between them has always been a problem.

The moon elf is trying to refuse and welcome——

Sirin is very sure of this, but sometimes she resists very hard, and Sirin doesn't know whether she should continue to attack.

upset.

Sirin, who is quick to learn everything, is not the kind of peerless genius who is born with knowledge. She is still a complete novice on the road of love.

It would be great if there is a cheat book for conquering the moon elves.

Such absurd thoughts popped up in Sirin's mind, and it's better to add explanatory text, which kind of attitude and expression she has, which means which step she is going to take...

Just think.

Even if there were such cheats, Sirin would not bother to use them.

She has to rely on her own efforts to melt the moon elf's defenses little by little, and completely occupy the moon elf's heart.

Being in love is a battle.

Xilin admired a competitor like Leah from the bottom of her heart, but Xilin would not become that kind of person.

She is a born fighter, she desires victory in all battles, and the love war is no exception.

So, let Amy dye her own color.

She must complete those things that her predecessors failed to do.

It's despicable.

Of course - the battle should be like this, we must use all reasonable means to win!

Sirin rubbed the quilt in her arms. After all, the fabric was not as soft as the body of the moon elves. She was used to sleeping with the "treasure" in her arms, and the empty state in her arms made her uncomfortable.

The Book of the Dead spun not far away, emitting dangerous magic.

This thing is really a practical thing. The relationship between her and Amy has been promoted so quickly, and the undead has provided a lot of help.

How can there be such a comfortable flirting environment if you are sleeping in a tent in the wild?

It's a pity.

The Book of the Dead only accepts Amy's touch. At present, Sirin can only do so well not to be rejected too much, and she is still unable to control this treasure.

Amy chased her out, and she really couldn't sneak back.

Sirin curled up her legs and changed her sleeping position again.

Still unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, Sirin simply sat up from the bed.

Go for a walk.

Sirin rubbed her forehead, there seemed to be a voice talking in her head, disturbing her, without the comfort of Amy Xiangxiang's soft body, she really couldn't fall asleep.

This state did not last long, and Sirin discovered the problem only after she left Twin Springs.

She thought she could adjust well, so she didn't tell Amy.

Since she was very young, Sirin has had this kind of personality. She doesn't want people close to her to worry about her, so when she left the team in the Abyss Realm, she didn't tell anyone else about her plan except You Yun.

Sirin put on a coat over her nightdress. She closed the collar and sniffed it. It seemed that she could smell a scent similar to Amy's body fragrance near the neckline of the nightdress.

This girl wore her nightdress again yesterday, she really doesn't care.

With a smile on the corner of Sirin's mouth, she pushed open the door and came to the yard.

The moonlight in the middle of the night sprinkled silver light, and the sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with the sound of tiny insects.

Xilin raised her right hand and spread her fingers apart, feeling the coolness brought by the night wind.

Suddenly, her eyes focused and she found something unusual.

Someone was hiding under the night, staring at the location of the guest room.

Sirin retreated back into the room calmly, cast the concealment spell, escaped into the shadows, opened the window and touched it out.

She circled around and came silently behind the monitor.

It was the brown-haired maid who served the fake Chris. Her name seemed to be Noel. She hid on a tree branch, and her hiding skills were quite superb. She should be a professional stalker.

Instead of protecting the hostess, come here to spy on them?

Although Liwen and Frenda didn't say anything, they were still wary of the sudden visitor.

Not surprisingly.

Those two women were very bold and had many ideas, otherwise they wouldn't be able to do the thing of seizing the manor.

A thought flashed in Sirin's mind - how about letting this maid disappear and test Liwen's reaction?

She shook her head, Liwen and Flanda's strength was not strong enough to threaten her, even if they were allowed to make trouble, she could handle the situation and not have to startle the enemy.

The brown-haired maid's surveillance didn't last long. About a quarter of an hour later, seeing that there was no other movement in the guest room, which had already turned off the lights, she quietly retreated.

It's just that the maid didn't return to the master, but touched a house next to the main house.

This is the residence of the servants. Although the butler Buddy has a high status, he also lives here.

Sirin followed quietly without disturbing anyone, wanting to see what the brown-haired maid was going to do.

Noel quickly came to Buddy's window, took out a thin tube, stretched it in through the gap in the window, and blew lightly, and a faint smoke was sent into the room.

Based on past experience, Sirin made some judgments and felt that this might be a coma-causing powder, or it might be a chronic poison. The specific ingredients can only be determined after getting the tube.

After the brown-haired maid finished dispensing the medicine, she ran to the main house area without looking at the situation in the room, came to the window of Holder's bedroom, and blew a tube of medicine powder inside.

After doing this, she returned to Liwen's room.

The lord's wife's room didn't close the window, and Sirin was sticking to the outer wall to listen and peep.

When hunting black mages before, Sirin also often did this kind of thing, and she was already familiar with it.

"Ma'am, tonight's task has been completed." The maid's voice was cold.

"Good job." Liwen said, "Is there no movement in the guest room?"

"The distinguished guest slept peacefully. His relatives got up and walked around the yard, but returned to the room soon, and did not go anywhere else." The maid replied.

"A quiet guest is a good guest." Li Wen said softly, and continued to ask: "With the current progress, how long will it take for those two to die of illness?"

The maid said: "Buddy has a maximum of three months. Your Excellency, hurry up, and you can last for two months at most."

Sirin's heart moved slightly. It seemed that those powders were slow poisons. Liwen wanted to slowly poison the manor and housekeeper of the manor to take full power.

Amy seems to have said that Lord Holder has a hereditary premature aging disease, and the deterioration of his condition may also be related to chronic poison?

"It's getting late, you should rest first." Liwen said, "There are still many things that need your help in the future, so don't tire yourself out."

This casual and perfunctory concern made the maid's eyes flash with excitement.

She bowed and saluted, and said: "Thank you for your concern, Miss, you should rest earlier."

When the maid left, her eyes flicked over the bed on the inner side of the bedroom.

Under the veil of light gauze is Frenda's beautiful body. She has fallen into a deep sleep, but the bad marks on her body have not yet disappeared.

Sirin noticed this scene and was amazed in her heart.

In addition to the superficial relationship between mother and daughter and master and servant, these three women seem to have a secret Shura field, which is really confusing.

After the maid left, she went to rest, and there was no value in following her.

Sirin returned to the guest room and walked around, she was also a little sleepy.

After taking off her coat and lying back on the bed, Sirin once again missed the feeling of falling asleep with Amy in her arms.

She sighed softly, let's go to sleep, Amy probably feels very uncomfortable without her company, and she will be able to return to normal tomorrow.

Although the moon elves would have such a temper occasionally, it usually lasted for a short time, and Sirin was not in a panic.

The situation is still under control.

As soon as Sirin closed her eyes, the magic book in the room suddenly spun faster, the ghost opened her eyes, and the chain of blood spread outward.

With a thought in her heart, she tousled her hair, pinched her cheeks to make a reddish color, half raised her body, leaned her back against the head of the bed, and stared blankly at the direction of the magic book.

The magic vortex surged, and the moon elf in a nightgown poked his head out of it, trying to peek at the scene on the bed, but met Sirin's eyes.

Sirin put on an aggrieved expression and pouted her mouth, but she was secretly happy in her heart.

The situation was better than she expected, and the moon elves couldn't even bear this night.

They were all used to sleeping in each other's company, and the emptiness around them was uncomfortable.

"Still, haven't you slept yet?!" Moon Elf turned her head and said awkwardly.

Sirin said softly: "I'm used to being with you, I can't sleep alone at all."

"I told you I won't let you into the room to sleep tonight! What you say counts!"

The moon elf hugged the quilt and got out of the magic vortex, pouted and said: "But I also know that you can't do without me! So—"

"My lord is very merciful, come here to rest with you! Still not grateful for Dade?"

Sirin smiled lightly, and stretched out her arms in a hug gesture, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Amy!"

"Hmph! Tonight is not over yet! The punishment is still valid!"

The magic vortex disappeared, and Amy fell on the bed and bounced up slightly. She hugged the quilt and lay next to Sirin. "It's a reward for you to rest with you. You can't move your hands and feet casually, you know?"

"Yeah!" Sirin nodded.

She doesn't need to move her hands and feet, the moon elf will throw herself into her arms after falling asleep.

Amy's body is already used to falling asleep in her arms.

Old Fate: Chapter 90 Unconscious Sleep

After kicking Sirin out of the undead, Amy hugged the quilt and rolled several times on the bed.

She felt that her behavior just now was embarrassing. She was obviously the one who imposed the punishment, but she was frightened by Miss Swordsman's aura, panicked for a while, and made a very bad decision.

Before the punishment game officially started, she seemed to have lost.

Staying alone on the bed, without the interference of Miss Swordsman, Amy carefully searched for things about punishment in her mind.

Changing clothes?restrained?Action prohibited?still……

A lot of bad things flashed through the moon elf's mind, but he couldn't make up his mind in the end.

She suddenly thought of Ling Lan's evaluation, maybe she is really a gentle person, and she can't do those terrible things, especially when facing people close to her.

And sleep in separate rooms...

Oh oh oh!

Amy bumped her head against the bedside table, throwing out this kind of punishment, isn't it the same as the shameful wife who drives her husband out of bed?

What kind of "main attack" is this? !

fool!too stupid!

Tossing and turning, thinking about this and that, Amy found that she couldn't fall asleep at all.

Usually there is a fragrant and soft pillow hugged in her arms, it is not too much to say that it is soft and soft, but today it is an empty bed, how can she sleep like this?

Not used to it!

Amy leaned against the bed, bent her legs and kicked a few times, then simply sat up, landed on her bare feet, went to the desk and sat down.

She rubbed her cheeks, took out a few blank sheets of drawing paper, took out her own drawing tools, and scribbled.