Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 427 The Story of the Guardian God (22)

"His Highness Asmodeus and His Highness Crossel have treated you so well, if you bring it up, they will definitely agree."

"My dear sister, just help me, okay?"

Jira: "."

She looked at her for a few seconds and asked,
"Dear sister, tell me the truth, do you like His Royal Highness Asmodeus and His Royal Highness Crossel?"

Nona blushed instantly, "Dear sister, how could you say it so directly?"

"They are all very good gods. Nona didn't dare to think too much. She just thought that she could learn more from them."

"So please don't say that about Nona."

Ji La's temples twitched, "Nona, they're not as good as you think."

"what?"

Jira: "Anyway, the two of them are not what they appear to be."

"As for the matter of raising you, I can help you ask."

"Really?" Nona's eyes lit up, "Dear sister, you are so kind!"

"You're welcome, dear sister, I didn't do anything for you either."

"No, sister, I believe that the kind gods will definitely not reject you." Nona was firm,

Ji La was slightly silent,

"Maybe," she said.

"However, dear sister, please don't have too much hope."

"Okay, sister, I will be mentally prepared."

Nona saluted politely, her face blushing.

Ji La watched and slowly returned the gift.

On the second day,
When the sun in the sky slowly rises, the calm sea is sparkling.

The slanting sun dyed the azure blue ocean a beautiful orange,

The warm radiance turned the entire ocean into sparkling gems,

The clouds on the horizon are floating in the sky in twos and threes, welcoming the rising sun,
The warm sunlight passes through the tall tower, through the semicircular arch, and shines in from the narrow window,
On the soft princess bed, the little princess who has finished her grooming is lying on the side of the bed, flipping through her private cabinet,
She wore a crescent white and light pink long skirt today, the inner lining of the skirt is made of silky satin, and the outer layer is light lace yarn.
The arc-shaped neckline slightly reveals the delicate collarbone, and the long neck,
She was lying on the side of the bed, her slender ankles were exposed outside the skirt,

The long flaxen hair has been braided into a long braid, hanging down the back.

The sun shone on her skirt, which seemed to be inlaid with tiny diamonds, shining with tiny fragments of light,
The little crown on the head, accompanied by the movement of her head, looks delicate and lovely.

After finding what she wanted, the little princess stuffed back the box she kept privately,
She looked at the handkerchief she secretly spun, touched it, and folded it carefully.

This is the gift she promised to Crossel,

He should be happy to see it.

The little princess lowered her head and was about to put it back in her little cloth bag,

Next to her, a hand suddenly stretched out and took her handkerchief.

"For whom?"

The man's deep and indifferent voice rang in her ears unexpectedly,

A familiar and powerful aura enveloped her all around,

A black shadow directly blocked the sunlight coming in from outside.

The little princess' face changed, and she stood up immediately,

"Asmodeus, when did you come?"

(End of this chapter)