Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1943 Tribulation (17)

The boy looked at it and bent his lips.

Gently rubbed its little head without blinking its eyes.

"From now on, you will follow me, okay?"

"I will earn money to support you, and I will not starve you."

"..." The fox raised his head slightly.

Then, she met his shiny puppy-like eyes.

It was squishy, ​​clean, and bright.

It was as bright as if there were stars hiding in the sky.

The fox looked at him and said nothing.

After a while, it leaned over.

Rubbing him is an answer.

The boy's eyes brightened even more.

Ambilight, amazingly bright.

"You promised?"

"...Aww~"

It responded with a cry.

The boy who had always been extremely lonely hugged it tightly.

The corners of the lips are curved, and so are the eyes.

It was scorchingly bright.

"Then it's done, I will support you, you are not allowed to go."

He seemed so happy for the first time.

I was so happy that I didn't know what to do.

I just instinctively hugged it tightly and rubbed against it.

Can't wait to stick to it all.

"Fox...fox...my fox..."

"I really like you……"

Holding it, he moved too much, almost knocking over the bowl of porridge on the ground.

Fortunately, the fox's tail moved quickly, and with a light flick, the bowl was brushed aside.

Out of reach.

"Ow~"

Be careful.

It licks his cheek.

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After eating the porridge, the boy who had filled his stomach happily hugged the fox and walked around.

Tell it about your house.

"Look, this is my bed, this is my table, this is my stool..."

"In the future, I will share half with you. You sleep inside, and I sleep outside. I will give you the pillow..."

"And this, this is a well, you can draw water, when you want to drink water, there will be a lot of water."

"Oh, this is the firewood house. I have picked up a lot of dry firewood. It will be winter soon. Little fox, are you afraid of the cold..."

He was still a child, a simple child.

Knowing nothing, he happily shared everything with his new friend.

whatever it is.

The fox in his arms watched quietly.

He spoke and it listened quietly.

Sometimes he stopped to look at it and it responded by licking his cheek.

He quickly smiled and rubbed it even more gleefully.

"Little raccoon, I like you so much~"

He was really happy, glad he had a friend.

Willing to play with him, but also willing to accompany him.

"Ow~"

Its drooping tail wagged and swayed, resting quietly on his body, very docile.

Unusually docile.

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another place.

The streets of the town.

The soldiers just now were holding knives and walking with dull eyes.

Step by step, the pace is slow.

As if he had been sucked into the essence, he staggered when he walked, and his eyes were straight.

The passers-by next to him cast strange glances.

Looking at their eyes, it was like seeing a ghost.

Unanimously avoided, on the noisy street, automatically avoided to open a way.

Everyone dare not approach.

Those soldiers, go all the way, go all the way.

Like zombies, zombies from the walking dead.

Finally, when they were almost at the inn, they suddenly seemed to come back to their souls.

After regaining his sanity, he saw the surrounding scenes.

One by one, they all looked dumbfounded.

"Huh? How did we get back here?"

"That's right, didn't we just now—"

"What's here? What the hell are you here? Didn't you guys say you were going to come back in a hurry?"

(End of this chapter)