Raising Diary of the Lolita Warrior

"Demon King..."

"Ok?"

"fine."

After a long time, the little girl's voice floated over softly, "The devil..."

"..."

Charlotte decided to ignore her.

Being with Emile all day long, he actually thinks she is obedient. Sure enough, every kid at this age is a brat.

Reading.

"The devil... the devil, the devil?"

Emile yelled two more times, but no one answered, her voice was a little panicked, and she hurriedly leaned over her head.

Charlotte was squinting at her on the ground.

"Bastard Demon King, why don't you speak? I thought you were eaten by a vampire!" Emily complained in a low voice, relieved, and gently patted her newly developed breasts.

scared her to death.

She thought a vampire had come running in.

"If you call me all night, can I still promise all night?" Charlotte closed the book.

I am so naive.

You can't read books outside, how can you read well when you stay here.

Love Trick or Treat King Mier Christine.

Your skin will be exposed.

The little girl thought about it.

It seems that it is indeed oh.

"But I'm afraid what to do if I don't call you." The little girl blinked and looked at Charlotte pitifully.

"Didn't you say you're not afraid?" Charlotte lay on her side.

"I'm scared now."

Emile hugged the quilt, playing tricks with confidence.

"Anyway, I can't hold you, so don't keep shouting..." Charlotte rubbed her brows, "How about this, you hold my hand, okay?"

This is a compromise.

Otherwise, tonight, he would probably be tortured to death by Emile.

"it is good."

The little girl cheered up.

She hugged the little quilt out and slept beside the bed with one hand hanging down.

This will hold Charlotte.

"Good night, villainous devil." Emile lay on a small pillow, with only a small face exposed under the quilt, she looked at Charlotte a few more times, and finally closed her eyelids with peace of mind.

"Good night."

Charlotte has become used to it, just say that you are happy.

The little girl closes her eyes.

Soon there was no sound.

I don't know if she is asleep or not, but holding her by myself seems to really make her feel at ease.

Charlotte looked at the little girl's peaceful sleeping face, with long intertwined eyelashes, a small nose tip, and a few strands of hair hanging down quietly, like a delicate and beautiful doll.

He squeezed lightly.

The little girl's hands are also soft, like cotton candy.

I don't know how Emile's sleeping habits are, if she quietly walks away, will she wake up suddenly.

I can't take my hand away just yet...

Wait until two o'clock.

so troublesome.

He never wants to raise another little girl in his life.

One is so tired, if there are two, it is really better to kill him now.

Charlotte sighed.

Cover your face with the book and gently close your eyes.

……

Dreams are things that only appear in the deep sleep of human beings. Charlotte seldom dreams, but when his consciousness returned to his body, he found himself standing on an open field.

This is a depression.

All around him, there are fluorescent grasses swaying in the wind, empty and desolate.

A crimson crescent moon hangs high in the night sky.

In the darkness, the iron-green castle stands in the distance. The castle is built against the mountain, and its majestic outline is outlined by the torches.

This is his hometown...

Slowly walking towards the castle, Charlotte stroked the blades of grass beside her.

The tough touch of the fluorescent grass is very real, and the veins are cold and prickly. This should not be the characteristic that a dream should have, but rather like a scene constructed by someone with high-level magic to meet him.

Only two people in this world know the magic that can invade dreams.

Charlotte had already guessed who it was.

He raised his head.

Not far away, a halberd was half-inserted in the gravel, and on the wooden handle of the halberd, an owl with light gray feathers stood on it. The owl was wearing a pair of small glasses, looking a little dazed, looked at him very seriously.

Chapter 40 Don't Kill Don't Kill

One year is not short, long or not, not so short that Charlotte looks at the time travel as if it was yesterday, and looks back on it every day, worrying about gains and losses, nor is it so long that he starts to forget some things, can't remember those things clearly. People, those faces.

Charlotte walked up to the owl, pocketed with one hand, and waved gently.

"Long time no see, Teacher Du Lang."

"What kind of dress are you wearing? You don't look good at all. How about the etiquette of the royal family?" The owl looked at him. It was clearly a face covered with feathers, but one could feel that she was frowning.

"Everyone here is dressed like this. If I don't pretend, I will be exposed."

Charlotte looked down at herself.

What he was wearing was not pajamas, but the white shirt and jeans he usually wears.

Constructing a dream requires both parties to provide magic power at the same time. The teacher created this world with very little magic power, so he only instinctively created this dress.

It was just a dream anyway.

As long as it is not bare, it is already very good.

"You always have a reason."

The owl snorted, flew up and beat him with its wings, resenting it, and then landed firmly on his shoulder.

Charlotte smiled noncommittally.

He moved his shoulders a little so that the teacher could stand more comfortably, and then walked towards the opposite side of the Demon King's City.

The owl is called Dulan Terranza, a 13-year-old great magister, and also his personal magic teacher. Although Dulan is harsh on him on the surface, they actually have a very good personal relationship. Dream magic is him [-] Years old, the teacher developed it with him that year.

The Demon King City is located on the highest mountain in the Demon Realm.

Passing through the lush fluorescent sea, in front of him was a cliff that turned sharply down. Charlotte walked to the side of the cliff, holding on to a stone thorn.

It was pitch black under the cliff, and some people said that it was connected to the abyss.

But look away.

The entire land can be seen in a panoramic view, and little fires flicker in the darkness.

This is his home...

After watching from a distance for a while, Charlotte suddenly felt a little tired.

So he squatted down on the edge of the cliff, grabbed a piece of fluorescent grass with ease, and chewed slowly with the heart of the grass in his mouth, feeling the pungent bitterness melt in his mouth.

This is his favorite place to stay since he was a child.

When he had nothing to do, he would come here to sit, read a book, or take a look at this desolate world.

hometown.

Charlotte felt that even stones were so kind.

"Why don't you go back to the Demon King's City to take a look? When I was constructing the dream, I recorded all the scenes at that moment. Your father is in the main hall, and Felia is here today, tidying up your study." The owl looked at him. With one glance, he looked away again and said.

"Why does she have a key to my study?" Charlotte turned her head.

"After you were gone, the old devil king gave her the key, and now she lives in your bedroom half of the time."

"Alright."

Charlotte chewed and tried to swallow the grass root, but couldn't swallow it, so she vomited.

Really had a great time there.

I can't even eat the fluorescent grass.

sin sin.