"Meow..."

"When will it be my turn..."

"Meow..."

"Obviously it's spring, why is there still nothing for me?!"

"Meow..."

"Since it's spring, then that fellow Will should be enlightened too—should, should he?!"

"Meow woo woo woo—"

"—"

It was at this time, when Xiao Mo grabbed Xiao Yu and shook him vigorously, making Xiao Yu dizzy, there was a "swipe and pull" sound.The door opened.

"—Will?!"

Little Mo turned his head in surprise, full of joy, thinking that his brother had returned.

However, the reality is very cruel.

"..."

Standing there was a young girl named Joan of Arc in pajamas.

With a pitiful look, he hugged the teddy bear and looked at Xiao Mo.

"..."

"So, why are you here, brat?"

Xiao Mo softened instantly, lay back weakly, and asked this question.

"Woooo..."

The little girl looked a little scared.But I still mustered up my courage: "Because, because... my sister hasn't come back yet, and I can't sleep alone..."

"..." Looking at the young girl Joan who looked at her pitifully, Xiao Mo instantly felt a little cute.

But immediately, another fragment of memory appeared in her mind.

That was the little girl Joan of Arc was not the little girl Joan of Arc, but the little girl form of the black Joan of Arc, and the bits and pieces that happened with her in the days she spent with herself.

"Stupid little Mo!"

"Xiao Mo, can you do it, you are so timid?!"

"Ha ha ha - dare to provoke my old lady?!"

"Come and fight!"

"..."

Thinking about it, Xiao Mo's teeth were grinding.

Sure enough, although he made enemies on all sides, he was on fire in all directions.But the one I was most upset about was the black one in the house.

Thinking of this in his heart, Xiao Mo's expression became a little ferocious.

At the same time, the young girl Joan of Arc panicked when she saw this scene.Subconsciously want to walk.But in the end, she mustered up her courage: "That, that..." She said to Xiao Mo: "When my sister doesn't come back, can I sleep with you, Sister Xiao Mo?"

"Sister Mo?"

——In an instant, the lovely and pitiful young girl pierced through the soft part of Xiao Mo's heart.Made her a little embarrassed.

In the face of such a young girl who wants to bully, isn't it a bit too much for me...

Thinking this way in his heart, Xiao Mo decided to show off well and act like a big sister.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

So, she who quickly abandoned Xiaoyu, pulled the young girl in with a smile, and then made a twin bed, first told stories, and then asked some homely things.The atmosphere between the two of them is very good——

until the next moment.

"Speaking of which, Joan of Arc is usually not here, why don't you come to me when you can't sleep?" Xiao Mo couldn't help asking this question.

"Because Brother Will was at home at that time, so I went to find him~"

The young girl, who was totally ignorant of the sinister heart, replied without hesitation.

"..."

"??"

Looking at his little girl who tilted his head and looked at him in an incomprehensible manner, Xiao Mo confirmed one thing again.

"Sure enough, things like young girls should just die."

"Ehhhhh?!"

Author's message:

Update la la la, the question of the previous one, well forget about Egypt.Egypt in the Roman Empire also had a high degree of autonomy.

Chapter Seventeen The Crying Young Girl

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