My Daughter is So Amazing

Rohr leaned on the floor mirror in front of him, carefully looked at the phantom behind him, and couldn't help but stunned.

Then he said in a low voice:

"My stand-in..."

"It's a ball!"

He originally thought that as a traverser, a stand-in or a clone, he should be cool and unique.

Either the image of a domineering and mighty warrior, or the image of a future sci-fi mech, or the image of a majestic monster is okay, and other results are not accepted.

However, the reality is cruel...

The phantom behind him is just a simple stick figure stickman image——

The head is a circle drawn with white lines, and the body and limbs are black lines like three matchsticks. It is actually a weird black and white match?

Forget the key stickman, there is only the upper body, not even the feet, two ‘arms’ hanging down at a thirty-degree angle, it looks a bit like a badminton in stick figures.

It is too much to say that it is a ball.

And these lines are not very clear, they look a little fuzzy, they are frizzy, and they are not clean, as if they were drawn with rough charcoal.

Roll could hardly cry without tears.

But what was even more exaggerated was that he adjusted his mentality, holding the concept that appearance is not important, performance is the key, and tried to control this half of the stickman.

The result was no response, motionless.

He tried to reach out and grab again, but his fingers went straight through those lines...

This means that this thing can only play a decorative role for him.

It can't even provide aesthetics and compelling style, and it looks very funny...

"Sure enough, because I am not a transcendent, I have no perception, so I have become like this, right?"

Luo Er said helplessly in a low voice.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Jeanna's polite voice:

"Teacher, are you free now?"

Rohr forgot to take off the wristband and replied habitually:

"The door is unlocked, come in."

Jeanna opened the door and came in, and continued:

"Your Excellency Redgill has some details, I would like to ask..."

She was half talking, and suddenly stopped.

Then, the whole person seemed to have been evacuated in an instant, and fell to the ground softly, supporting his body with his hands, his whole body trembling constantly.

His face became even more pale, and his teeth kept ringing, as if he saw something extremely terrifying.

Two seconds later, when she rolled her eyes, she fainted at the door, and Rohr didn't react.

"What's wrong? The sequelae of using holy relics?"

Rohr hurried over, took her to his cot, and wrapped her in a blanket into silkworms.

Even in a coma, her face did not relax at all, her brows were frowning tightly, her thin pink lips were trembling slightly, and her forehead was still oozing cold sweat.

"What is going on? Is the price of that holy thing so terrible?"

Rohr was very worried, so he hurried to get a basin of water outside, soaked another towel, wiped off the sweat for Jeanna, and put the towel on her forehead.

Then he took out the pamphlet sent by the doctor from his left hand and performed a slow healing magic.

In the process, he noticed the stubble when he saw his left hand still wearing a brace. He quickly took it off and put it back on his left hand. The badminton behind him also disappeared.

After observing for more than ten minutes, Jeanna's condition gradually improved, her face calmed down, and a little blush again appeared.

"The magical technique has worked, should it be all right?"

Thinking about the wristband before, compared with the pamphlet sent by the doctor, the judgment was high, and he couldn't help but miss the doctor. I don't know how he's been recently?

Or just write a letter and ask!

Roel thought to himself, sat back at the table, and took out the paper and pen.

After writing a few words, he realized that something was wrong.

Shrinking in this poor country, why would you suddenly want to write to someone?

He suddenly shook his spirits, remembering the cost of using that brace that Macmillan had said before: he couldn't help but want to release the thoughts and desires that he had suppressed for a long time.

Previously, Rohr did not take this price seriously, and he was not the kind of hypocrite who said one thing and did one thing and did not agree. Healthy, nothing depressing.

But the actual situation told him that the price might not be that simple...

It was true that he hadn't contacted the doctor for a long time. He just stayed in the fertile valley and couldn't write letters or make telegrams.

This...what should I do now?

Rolle remembered Macmillan's introduction again. The best solution to this price is to sleep and have a dream of releasing desire by the way.

But he looked at the small bed in the room, already occupied by Jeanna...

Looking at Jeanna's pretty and peaceful sleeping face, I couldn't bear to wake her up.

Just so, when rubbing her to sleep, return the pair of black socks that she forgot before, or put them on for her? Just like helping my daughter wear socks when I was young...

A stranger thought suddenly came to him, and he subconsciously took out the pair of socks from his left hand.

Fortunately, he woke up in time and quickly took back his socks.

No, no, no, no, I have to leave the room!

Rohr quickly got up, planning to leave.

But just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly thought that in his strange situation, if he accidentally fell ill outside, he was afraid that it was not because of the collapse of the human setting and the social death?

Heh~ Society, I am a villager in a remote village, what kind of society do I have?

By the way, I’m so good at swordsmanship, my daughter is so cute and well-behaved, and I still have a high-paying job. Why do I stay in that small broken village with no water or electricity? Wouldn't it be nice to go directly to the imperial capital?

You can also find a stepmother for your daughter by the way. I think her teacher Oriana is pretty good. She has a tall face and a good body, and she has white hair and black skin. It's easy to lick...

Suddenly, a mess of thought came out of him.

Fortunately, Oriana was not around and the objective conditions were limited, so he quickly recovered.

It's over, if this goes on, I'm afraid I will really die!

Rohr's heart suddenly panicked.

Fortunately, there is no Liushen Wuzhu, he suddenly became wise and came up with a solution.

These usually suppressed thoughts are very difficult to prevent, and they will suddenly come out inexplicably. If this is the case, then you can only find ways to actively guide them and think about some not so excessive problems.

The profound meaning of swordsmanship in my family, just called one, two, three, four, is too simple, not domineering and cool at all.

I might as well think of some more handsome and second-year names.

He successfully guided the thoughts in his mind, then sat back at the table, took out the pen and paper, and wrote and painted on it.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a serious choice disorder. This method only helped delay for more than forty minutes, which happened to change the name of the Four of the Four to Starburst Discard Healing.

There are still a few minutes before the time limit for the price, and Jeanna has no signs of being sober for the time being.

So he walked to the floor mirror again, took out the top hat and monocle from his left hand, put it on his right eye, and whispered in his mouth:

"Hehe, I am'wrong'"

Then, he took out an ordinary belt, fastened it, and danced in various shameful postures, still muttering in his mouth:

"Transform!"

"Sa~ let's count your sins!"

"Fuck you, why?"

After playing for a while, instead of feeling ashamed, he felt like he was enjoying it. He even felt relaxed a lot?

Maybe it was because he had a hard time in most of the time he came to this world, and it was a lot easier to release this way.

The cost time actually ended before, but he couldn't stop it.

Until he was recessed into a certain classic posture, bending backwards in an exaggerated posture, he happened to see Jeanna blinking those big lavender eyes, looking at herself...

"Uh...tonight... shall we go for barbecue tonight?"

Rolle tried to divert the subject with a look of embarrassment.

"Ok... OK, I will let them prepare."

Jeanna replied quietly, a little scared.

Rohr quickly resumed his normal posture, staring at the **** the bed, and asked in a low voice:

"How many did you see?"

"No no! I swear, I didn't see anything!"

Jeanna explained hurriedly.

Roll can only listen to it seriously.

He didn't expect that he only grasped Jeanna's first-hand black history yesterday, and when he looked back, he exposed again...

"Ahem, don't talk about this, what happened to you just now? Why did you faint suddenly?"

"Could it be anemia?"

Jeanna's pretty face blushed again inexplicably, like a ripe little apple, and quickly pulled up the blanket on her body, covering her face, and squeaking through the blanket, said:

"No...not these few days..."

Rolle: "???"

"No, no, I mean, I don't know why..."

Jeanna explained a little flustered.

Her memory only stayed at the time when she came to find Rohr and then opened the door.

After that, I couldn't remember anything, I only vaguely remembered something like an illusion in front of me~www.readwn.com~ I saw something.

But I can't describe what it is, and it feels indescribable.

"Isn't it really the price of a holy thing?"

Rohr asked very concerned.

Jeanna's armor is undoubtedly very strong, and it is reasonable to have to bear certain high prices.

"Really not, the price of the holy thing is like this..."

Jeanna also took advantage of this opportunity to give Rohr a detailed account of the origin of the sacred object.

This set of armor was stolen by Macmillan from the Scholars' Association. It was once a very powerful 1st-level artifact-level holy relic.

It was once owned by a girl named Fiona and left a legend in history.