About the Fact That I Joined the Evil | Evil Organization

The big Miller in front of him may also be the true face of Miller in his own world.

"Mr. Al..."

"Yes, I'm here."

Facing the shout of the big Miller now, he was a little at a loss, but the big Miller said indifferently.

"...I want your child."

"I understand."

It seems that he got his answer, and the big Miller is very happy. Of course, the saint is still very upset that he used the beauty trick to wake up the big Miller.

He had been staring at him with a strong gaze from just now, but compared to Ruhime's gaze, it was so weak that there was no sense of presence.

"But you still need to wait for your health to recover, okay?"

"Um……"

……

After he woke up Big Miller, there were more things to do.

The first is to inform Huang Miao, who has been worried about the big Miller, and the others that the big Miller has woken up, and then they will have to trouble them about planning the wedding.

But now doesn't seem like the time to talk about that.

"Great, great...Miss Miller, you finally woke up..."

Shouting like this, Huang Miao hugged the big Miller.

"Miss Miller!"

"Sister Miller..."

"Sister Mo!"

Knowing that the big Miller had woken up, there were a little more holy girls crowded into the big Miller's dormitory, and he was kicked out of the room not long after.

I have been in this refuge for a few months, and there are a few familiar faces among these holy girls. The faces that are lifeless and depressed in the impression can be so joyful.

Perhaps these holy girls were depressed before because they were influenced by the big Miller.

For a group, the mood of the leader does affect changes in morale.

This is something Huang Miao cannot do, so she will never be able to replace the big Miller.

There was vitality in the girls' bitter cries, but the big Miller was not in good health, so the visiting time was still limited.

As the reliance of the big Miller in the future, he blocked other people who came to visit one after another.

Afterwards, it was announced that his proposal was successful. After learning that the big Miller was going to get married, these girls were also sincerely happy for the big Miller.

There is a saying that if two women talk a lot together, it is equivalent to a thousand ducks.

In other words, one woman is equivalent to five hundred ducks, and there are more than one hundred and twenty saintesses who came to visit the big Miller.

He didn't know how many ducks he had faced. After the day and night lights were switched, he lay on the bedside exhausted.

The big Miller's haggard face was brimming with happiness, and with a blushing face, he stretched out his hand and landed on his head, stroking his hair.

"Miss Miller, how is your body? Is there any pain?"

The big Miller in reality, because she has been lying in bed for a long time and lived a life dependent on infusions, it can be said that her bones and muscles are a little loose, and her skin has become a little dry.

Although other holy girls help Miller wipe her body every day, such care can't change her body's weight loss.

The erosion of "rain" has taken root in the body of the big Miller like a chronic disease. She was only 22 years old, but now she looks more than 30 years old, and there are a few wrinkles around the corners of her eyes.

The big Miller noticed the condition of her hands. Her hands were like the hands of an old man, and the dry state seemed to spread all over her body along her hands.

"what!"

The big Miller couldn't help but let out a panicked cry, and was about to take his hand back when he held it...

It is softer than imagined, besides the cocoon that holds the sword for a long time, this is the hand that protects many lives, there is nothing to hide.

"Miss Miller..."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Al, I couldn't...give myself to you at my most beautiful time."

In her dream, she was an ideal figure growing up under the care of her parents, and her beautiful black hair was specially changed for his liking.

However, in reality, she was a warrior who fought thousands of times in four years, fighting until she was exhausted every time.

Neglect of self-care, irregular diet, and inversion of sleep time, the haggardness of the big Miller is not only due to the erosion of "rain", but also because she has been overdrawing her life in the past.

His hands covered the big Miller's hand, rubbing gently, the gradually increasing temperature seemed to spread to the whole body, and the big Miller's drooping face was only red.

"Al, sir, this is embarrassing... Please, please don't do it again."

"...I'm embarrassed too, okay?"

"Ahhh."

Probably because he didn't expect to be choked back by him, the big Miller shrank his neck like a lonely cub.

He is like the parent of this cub, gently leaning on the side, although he is also very shy in doing so.