I Became Cinderella’s Vicious Stepsister

The wall lamp is faint.

The girl clings to the boy's hand and the two are almost close together.

The body's memory is long-lasting and sensitive.

Liu Yu almost immediately remembered the night breeze and the freezing frost when the vines were entangled last night.

When the sweat was dripping down, the heat and hotness seemed to burn through her.

She felt pain.

She unconsciously let go, but clenched again.

"Then we're done, Gaia." She said, "No regrets."

The boy leaned back against the long ladder that paved up and down, and the boy "en" said:

"No regrets."

"It will be completed when you give me the statue."

"Yes."

He said again.

The girl almost jumped with joy, her hands clenched in front:

"Oh, Gaia, I really like it and I like you too much."

"Then when do we start?"

"now?"

"Oh, no, no, no—" She was almost incoherent happily, "She still has to buy carving knives, stone figures, pens..."

Gaia pulled her hand away:

"Belia, I should go."

"So fast?"

The girl looked reluctant.

"See you tomorrow, Belia."

Gaia took the lead in opening his legs.

His tall, lanky body soon disappeared behind the door, and the girl chased out:

"See you tomorrow! Gaia."

Not long after Gaia left, Prince Carlo's senders also came.

She brought some newly bought skirts for Princess Mary, which even included two washable petticoats, a mirror, and an aromatherapy lamp.

"Prince Carlo said, you use it first. The items on the list have already been asked to be purchased, but there is not enough time. I am afraid that it will only arrive tomorrow. If you need something else, you can also order me."

"Thank you Prince Carlo for me."

Liu Yu took things and made people go.

[Oh, Lord Louise, Prince Carlo, and this great Mr. Leslie. Oh, Babe, you are really complicated. ]

She spread her wings and gave her a name without permission.

She added some water to its cage and added buckwheat:

[Why is only Mr. Leslie prefixed with "Great"? ]

[As soon as I approached him, my heart throbbed, Babe, I think, I was in love. ]

Covering his face with wings, Liu Yu actually saw in the eyes of those black beans... coy?

"Stick, don't forget, you are a male bird."

Liu Yuyu told it with a long heart.

[What's wrong with the male bird? Can a male bird have the right to love? ! ] Banban complained to her with hate, [male birds are not as cunning as you humans! Babe, you asked him to carve a statue for you! Mr. Leslie must not have thought, Babe, your impureness! ]

Flicking wings:

[The next time Mr. Leslie comes, I must tell him your conspiracy. You want him to touch you with those holy hands every day, and engrave your look a little bit, cunning! You humans are really cunning! ]

Liu Yu smiled proudly and cunningly:

"This idea is great, right?"

After the stone statue was carved, her appearance was firmly carved into his head.

[Yes, Baby, you humans are the most shameless and cunning! ]

Screamed indignantly.

"So, now you are in a cage, not a human. Good night, spotted."

Bianban turned his head in hate: [I think Natasi. ]

Liu Yu wanted to tell the story of the slave of the third surname to this unruly bird. Unfortunately, she was too tired.

She lit the scented lamp, turned over in the faint scent of roses and fell asleep.

The quilt that had been exposed to sunlight exuded the fluff of sunlight.

She dreamed that she had become a rose.

Roses have only four thorns, but they are always happy.

The little boy in a black tuxedo irrigated her carefully. He weeded her and caught insects for her. He also moved a glass cover to shield her from the wind.

The rose grew up and bloomed.

She also grew into the unique rose in the little boy's heart——

She is the only boy who has irrigated, caught caterpillars, and covered the glass cover. She is different from thousands of roses in the world.

...

Liu Yu woke up from a dream with a smile.

"Streaks! Streaks!"

[Good morning, big lazy bug. ]

"Good morning, spotty."

Sunlight spilled in through the colorful windows, Liu Yu lifted him up, and when he looked in the mirror, he found that the corner of his mouth was still upturned.

I must have had a beautiful dream, but unfortunately, I don’t remember.

Wash, dress and change clothes.

Mary's skirt is a little short, but the style is the latest in the city of Solo.

The big golden wave caught the fluffy drape, and the pure white choked gold silk pettiskirt and white feather wrist ornaments matched the noble and lazy beauty.

It is a pity that there are no umbrellas, no wounds on the hands, and no gloves—

Liu Yu had some regrets when he went out.

She likes to dress herself beautifully, which usually brings her a good day.

"Belia."

Standing at the door of the girl's house is a tall, thin and long boy.

He changed to a white Xingyue robe, a large robe, and mercury-like long hair that only the clergyman had. When the light green eyes "looked" at her, she trance reminded her of the star in the memory beads. The deity of Yuepihe Mountain——

"Where are you from this dress?"

She asked curiously.

"Master Bruce sent someone, including those from a few days ago." Gaia came over, "Beliya... are you better today?"

"Medicine," he paused. "Did it wipe?"

Liu Yu remembered the appearance of hiding a little under the quilt last night. Rao was thick-skinned and couldn't help but blush:

"Well, wipe it."

"Does it still hurt?"

"……pain."

"Want me……"

"No, I can go by myself."

The most important thing is that if this pettiskirt is held up, the petal-like skirt is crumpled, which is not good-looking.

Gaia “looked” at her for a while, bending her elbows:

"Go."

Liu Yu put his hands into his arms and the two walked side by side to the shed.

"After the fencing class, what does dear Mr. Leslie plan to do?"

"Go to the temple and pray, then go to the library over there to spend time."

"library?"

The library of the Temple of Light is the most abundant place in the Alvin mainland.

The girl smiled:

"Then I will go too!"

Liu Yu was not allowed to participate in vigorous equestrian and fencing lessons because of "serious injuries", and could only sit and watch beside him.

What she didn't expect was that Gaia even "jumped directly" and was approved by Professor Marcel to take fencing lessons with the second-level directors.

"Belya you--"

"--I'm with you." She interrupted him. "Look, I can't move anything anyway, so I'd better go see you."

The fencing lessons of the directors are no longer pure fencing.

Liu Yu knew that the boundary between the Golden Knight and the White God Envoy actually started at the second level:

The principle is equivalent to the liberal arts and science of college entrance examination.

Strong in physique, sharp in swordsmanship, and less magical, he developed into a knight of light.

The knight in the temple of light has actually passed the first round of selection.

Under the golden knight, there is the silver knight; above the golden knight, there is the holy knight--

The Knight of Light is only available in the Temple of Light.

Those with weak physiques, inflexible hands and feet, but good at divine skills will choose to become envoys.

Under the white envoys, they are not called envoys, they are called servants of gods. They often have low magic skills. Some of them have become bards, and more are sent to small churches to preach. On top of the white angel, is the cardinal, and above it is the archbishop of the temple-

"What if it's good at fencing and magic?"

Liu Yu asked the chief next to him.

"This... I'm afraid God knows it." The chief shrugged. "How could a person be good at fencing and magic?"

"Why not?"

"I haven't seen it anyway."

Most people in the Alvin continent are either physically strong and barely able to emit a light projectile; or they are good at using various magical skills, but they cannot even wield a sword.

If you can do both, you can count with one palm, and—

They are all knights in the temple.

"Then you are probably going to meet one today."

Liu Yu pointed at the tall, thin boy who was being called by the professor and smiled authentically.

She has no doubt that Gaia has this ability.

The full-scale large number cut is coming back, even if it is a model, it is not difficult to kill a novice village.

"He? Little Leslie? Don't be funny, this is not a beauty contest! He may not even be able to beat the worst Moto in our class."

"Moto, stand up! Let Miss Fergus look at your muscles!"

The audience burst into laughter.

A small hill-like strong man blushed red and was helpless.

The professor looked at with a smile:

"Little Leslie, Marcey said, your skills are good, how are you going? Or, would you fight Moto?"

The directors coaxed:

"Moto, hurry! Give him a good look!"

"Little Leslie, how about let's nod our heads? Whoever wins will get a sincere kiss from our Miss Fergus, how?"

Gaia pursed her lips:

"not very good."

"Oh, little Leslie is not willing? Then we also contribute one here, Molly, you go up, whoever wins, you go up and offer a kiss."

A girl much smaller than Belia was pushed up. She had short blue hair and stood beside the hill-like Moto. She was very cute and lovely.

She blinked at Gaia:

"Of course, if Mr. Leslie wins, do something else, I'm afraid I won't object."

Liu Yu's face was almost dark.

It's only a bite of her meat, how can someone wait to be served.

after all--

Gaia won with no suspense.

He wins, she kisses him, and Molly wants to kiss him too.

If he loses, she will have to kiss the hill in front of Gaia.

Whatever you think, this is not a good deal.

Liu Yu even wanted to pull Gaia to turn around and leave--

It is very rude to refuse to fight in this situation.

In this world, some noble customs still remain among the nobles.

When someone throws white gloves at you and puts up a duel, they either admit defeat or fight to death.

A person who refuses to fight will be considered a stubborn by the whole life.

Therefore, those stubborn people with strong self-esteem have died a lot in the history of aristocrats-but they seek the benevolence and benevolence, and they all have the reputation of "unyielding".

Moto shook his chest muscles provocatively towards Gaia:

"Hey, lovely lamb, for the beautiful Miss Fergus, won't let you."

Gaia stood quietly, his long silver hair falling on the Xingyue robe. At this moment, it seemed that he was too lingering, as if not here.

He reached out and pulled out his long sword slowly from the sword tower, and made a "please" gesture toward the other party:

"Mr. Moto, please."

The two moved almost simultaneously.