Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

Inada Hime had already had this trend. Although there were not many little girls of the same age as her in the school, she would not end up alone in the corner of the cooking classroom to celebrate her birthday.

Does she really have no close friends? This is too pitiful.

Asakura Saori looked at Inada Himemei's eyes with a light of kindness.She is a person who can't see pitiful things, and she is even thinking about how to promote Inada Himemei to get along better with her peers in the class.

Sara Honma was a little younger than the other three, quietly eating the cake on the plate, quietly observing everyone's emotions during the conversation.

She likes to do it.

Figure out a person's emotions, then calculate his personality, and then get along with the right medicine. This is the principle of making friends that is unfavorable.In her opinion, the so-called I have very few friends, it may only be due to not diligently reading the air (observation).

Therefore, she despised Inada Hime-mei, who was timid and did not dare to reveal her true feelings, and longed for Sanhe Ningning, who always used a brave straight ball to get along with others.

After eating the cake and chatting for a while, the class bell rang.

Several people packed their things, put the sundries into the garbage heap, and were about to walk out of the classroom laughing.

"Ni oh~! Ni oh~!"

A familiar voice was heard in the ears of several people, and the door of the cooking classroom was pulled open.

Dafu Dashen dragged his furry body and jumped in.

He jumped onto the chair first, then moved his body and jumped onto the cooking table, and finally drew a graceful arc, just two centimeters in front of Sara Honma's head.

"Ni oh~! Ni oh~~~~!"

He trembled in panic and fell straight down following the gravity of the earth.

"Hey!"

Honma Sara quickly leaned forward and hugged him in her arms, and put it on top of her head—she was also used to having a strange god on top of her head as a hat, it was warm anyway.

How did the Great God of Fortune come?

Asakura Saori was a little puzzled.

"Yeah~!" Inada Ji Ming exclaimed when she saw the fluffy dumpling, and her little hand touched it unconsciously.

He only stretched his hand halfway when he suddenly reacted, and pulled the little hand back like lightning, put it to his mouth, and coughed pretendingly: "Cough cough~! This dumpling is quite cute."

Damn! Fluffy! Hitting her strike belt.

Sara's air reading skills were nearly at full level. Seeing the uncontrollable love in her eyes, she ran two steps on her short legs and stood beside her.

The perfect height difference was just enough for Inada Himeyo to lift his hand and touch the great god of good luck on Shara's head.

Sara Honma raised his head slightly, and said with a cute smile: "Sister Ji Ming, can you give Sara a hug for me?"

"If you absolutely want me to hold you, it's not like I can't help you with reluctance."

Sara Honma immediately bowed slightly: "Then I'll ask Sister Ji Ming."

"Then hold it for a while~! Hee hee!" Ji Ming smiled and took down the Great God of Fortune on top of Sha Luo's head and hugged it into his arms.

She touched it with her finger first.

Unable to bear the comfortable touch, I covered it with my small palm and rubbed it.

"Ni oh~! Ni oh~!"

Dafu God let out a comfortable cry, as if it turned into a ball of white cream, and spread it softly in her arms.

"Sorry! Sorry!" A hurried voice entered the room.

A girl trotted in,

"Sister Shiina!" Saori Asakura recognized the person.

Yuzhong Shiina put his hands on his knees, panting and said, "It's Saori! This furry dumpling suddenly jumped out of the shrine at noon, and I chased after him for a long time. I didn't expect him to come to you."

"Hey~? You can't catch up with the Great God of Fortune?" Ning Ningqin suddenly interjected: "Shina, you need to exercise more. You can't catch up with this chubby dumpling."

Yuzhong Shiina's face darkened, and he waved his hand to explain: "No, no! Every time I was about to catch him, I felt a daze in front of me, and then I found that he was getting farther away from me."

Ning Ning hugged the Great God of Fortune who was still on the floor of Ji Ming in the rice field, and held it up in front of his eyes: "En? The Great God of Danzi is so powerful?"

"Nioh~! Nioh~! Nioh~!"

Dafu Dashen shouted happily that no one could understand the language, and with a sudden force, he broke free from Ning Ningqin's arms and fell to Shazhi's chest.

Saori couldn't help but hug him full.

He rubbed against Sha Zhi's chest and spat out a dark bead.Asakura Saori held the Great God of Fortune in one hand, and twisted the beads in front of him with the other.

Isn't this the stone that Ming-Jun gave me before?

I remember him saying it was Huang Quan. . . .

"Yeah~! Don't run."

An exclamation interrupted her thinking, and the Great God of Fortune in her arms suddenly burst into a burst of colorful brilliance.

She closed her eyes subconsciously.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that the Great God of Fortune had left her arms and ran out of the cooking classroom window.

Asakura Saori looked at the unhappy Great God who was bouncing outside the window, thinking a little suspiciously.