The game I played came true

She is simple and straightforward. Since she feels the loneliness of the gods, she wishes to be with him.

The sun had already set. Under the full moon, in the dark night, in the small shrine, the miko began to bathe and change clothes.

The clear water flows through the pure black hair, flows over the wild white skin, and falls to the ground, glowing with light.

The miko who took a bath did not cover up anything. She was a little shy and washed her body seriously and solemnly.

This is a body that will be sacrificed to the gods, and there must be no dust on it.

After removing the dust, the miko put on a gorgeous dress and returned to the shrine hall.

She laid out wooden boxes, Kagura bells, and other utensils that might be used next.

The simple witch decided to perform a dance for the gods on this festival.

Her strong skills can not only be used to kill enemies, but can also be used to dance dexterously.

He didn't stop her, but instead lay on the chair and watched silently.

And at the end, he gave instructions: "Qian, put on your cheongsam and dance to the bright moon."

The witch's whole-hearted dedication and love make the moral bottom line drop again and again.

Now it can be said that he has no moral bottom line, enjoying the service of the witch with peace of mind, enjoying everything, and even making demands.

The miko responded meekly: "Yeah~ OK~"

She obediently took off her gorgeous dress, took out her cheongsam from her backpack, and slowly put it on.

The miko did not use one-click to change clothes.

She blushed slightly and changed her clothes under the gaze of the god.

She will not hide her mind, nor her body.

"Put on the black silk stockings of the Talisman Dance Witch Uniform."

"Hmm~Okay~"

She complied gently, without any resistance.

Thin black stockings wrapped around her wild-white thighs, and the witch's toes stretched out, thinning the ink-like socks, revealing the green-white roots.

The slightly pink toenails after the bath are crystal clear, cute and round, wrapped in edible silk, and stretched out playfully.

Finally, with a crisp "snap" sound, the thin belt was tightened around her waist.

The witch lowered the hem of her cheongsam and waited for further instructions from the god.

There are no new instructions.

My brain was already numb, and I looked at the picture comfortably, admiring it silently.

The miko thought for a moment, then went to the cherry blossom tree and broke off a branch.

Then she rolled up her hair, braided it into a bun, and inserted cherry blossom branches into it to fix it.

After getting ready, the witch returned to the hall and opened the wooden box.

The song of sending a bright moon slowly played, the witch,

No, Akane Miyamizu is wearing a cheongsam, holding a folding fan and dancing gracefully.

The black and white jade feet stepped on the floor, the toes were raised, and the lotus feet stepped lightly.

The light blue silk cheongsam is slit to the waist, and the skirt flutters in the wind, revealing the intersection line of the black and white lower abdomen, and the narrow belly eye disappears and appears.

Along with the movement, a light smile appeared on the face of the miko, and she performed this dance for the gods with joy.

The folding fan opened, spinning and jumping briskly on her fingertips, making her fly in waves.

The witch who was cold in the eyes of outsiders now had a beautiful smile and beautiful eyes.

She wholeheartedly gave everything she had just to please one person.

She is so docile and so beautiful.

When she is outside, she is a cold witch, not indifferent to others, but she is not gentle either. She is as plain as water from beginning to end.

At home, she is so delicate and gentle, with a slight smile on her face all the time, her eyes are like water, and her love is unabashed.

Appreciating all this with satisfaction.

As soon as the dance stopped, Akane Miyamizu was sitting on the ground and heard a new message: "Akane, can you dance it again? It's very beautiful. I still want to see it."

She smiled happily, feeling that her preparation was extremely worthwhile, and it was all especially meaningful because the god wanted to see it again.

The miko's voice became softer and softer: "Okay~ Hey, brother, do you want to see me dance in other clothes?"

The god hesitated for a moment.

"Keep wearing the cheongsam, it looks good."

"Yeah~ No problem~ Just tell me what you want~"

The miko stood up meekly and danced to the song again.

"Akane, that's great~"

Listening to the admiration in her mind, she couldn't help but smile.

[Brother-in-law~Happy holidays~]

The witch kept dancing in the hall.

Cheongsam, miko dress, white gauze skirt, kimono, half cheongsam, half miko dress, half white gauze skirt, half kimono.

The clothes are constantly changing, and the dances are also rotated several times.

Until night falls, the moon hangs on the treetops.

When midnight came, the witch was not sleepy or even tired. Her body and mind became more and more excited in the dance.

But the gods couldn't bear it anymore. After all, they were still ordinary people.

The miko felt the god's distress and stopped dancing.

She said warmly: "Brother-in-law, please go to bed early~"

"Ah... um... okay..."

Her reply came in a slow and hazy voice.

She was wearing pajamas, sitting on the ground, closing her eyes, and was lost in thought.

A gentle lullaby slowly sounded.

"Baby, baby, go to sleep~"

"I will be with you in your dreams~"

"Flowers follow the flowing water~"

"The sun returns with spring~"

"Mountain birds wandering~"

"The colorful clouds fly together~"

Accompanied by the soft singing, I fell into sleep.

The Mid-Autumn Festival, which was boring in previous years, is especially beautiful this year.

86. Eat less, eat more

Da Pingyuan was eating like crazy in Lingyun Tower.

The migration of monsters and beasts went through safely. Thanks to the two witches, many people died during the migration of monsters and beasts.

The defensive arrays in villages and towns are hemispherical. They are not large in area, and hemispherical defensive arrays do not consume much.

Shangfu City is a truly large city, with defensive arrays on the city walls to resist the impact of monsters.Although it is possible to cover the entire Shangfu City with a hemisphere, the consumption of spiritual energy and materials for constructing the magic circle would be too great at that time.

The former director of the former department of Shangfu City Formation chose to bless the city wall. When a monster rushed up, let the soldiers climb on it.

It's a good deal to kill a few people and save precious magic circle materials.

What should I do if my spiritual power is lost?

People with spiritual powers who have the background are close to the four corner towers. Those who have no background will just die if they die.

Bad news, the director is cruel and ruthless.

Good news, he won't be cruel anymore.

Fumiko Ogawa leaned against the window, holding a wine glass, looking into the distance, and sighed sadly: "Miyamizu-sama is leaving, and we still couldn't talk to her in the end."

Dapingyuan continued to make rice.

Ogawa Fumiko looked at the city gate from a distance. She was used to her lover ignoring others while eating, so she talked to herself.

"Speaking of which, what will Miyamizu-sama do in the future? She is so powerful, she shouldn't go back and continue to be the resident miko, right?"

She said this, looking at the city gate in the distance.

There, a group of people were queuing up to leave Shangfu City.

They are the people of Dujing Town and Yamada Village. The witch leads them to their homes outside the invisible city gate.

They do not belong to Shangfu City, and they will eventually return to their farmland.

"I can't say for sure. I feel that Lord Miyamizu has no ambitions. Maybe after returning this time, he will continue to garrison the village so that we can see the monsters again next year when they migrate."

"Say it."

"In the eyes of Miko Miyamizu, we are mostly passers-by. We know her, but she doesn't know us."

"Ah~ I seem to be talking to Miyamizu-sama~"

Fumiko Ogawa leaned on the window edge, drinking sake and complaining.

Dapingyuan swallowed his food and muttered: "Then go look for her outside the city gate. She probably hasn't set off yet."

Ogawa Fumiko said worriedly: "Of course I know, but what excuse do you use to go? Say I am your admirer? Will you be regarded as a strange person?"

She sighed, longing for the miko, but not daring to get close.

"I don't know when I can officially get to know Mr. Miyamizu."

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"Hello, my name is Akane Miyamizu."

Fumiko Ogawa stuttered in response: "Hello, good morning, Miyamizu-sama! Have you eaten? I drank porridge. Ah, no, no, you look so beautiful today, no, no! Hello!"

The miko looked at the flustered Fumiko Ogawa and nodded in response: "Don't be so panicked. Just call me Miyamizu Miko."

Ogawa Fumiko looked at the miko walking aside, and quietly got closer to Ohira Moto.

She faced her lover, opening and closing her mouth, making mouth movements: "It's Mr. Miyamizu! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Daping Yuan patted her on the head to stop her from getting sick.

Dapingyuan asked curiously: "What business does Master Miyamizu have in going to the Imperial City?"

The witch said calmly: "Something's wrong."

"Why are you going to the Imperial City with our caravan?"

"Not urgent."

"I saw you escorting the villagers home two days ago. They should have arrived safely now, right?"

"Safety."

Ohiramoto hesitated for a moment, thinking that the miko's behavior was very friendly, so he asked the biggest doubt in his heart: "Miyamizu-sama, what level has your current strength reached?"

The witch was silent for a moment and replied: "I don't know."

Takeshita Hirano, who had been following him, interrupted the conversation: "You keep asking, what are you asking, go away, go away!"