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Sirin and Rosa chatted one after another, while Amy was wandering.

bang bang.

The compartment door was knocked again, and Rosa stood up with a slightly displeased expression and went to open the door.

The person who came this time was Afna, and she was followed by two flight attendants, carrying a round iron bucket. The top of the iron bucket was sealed with a lid, and the outside was wrapped with a circle of cloth.

Afna's eyes were particularly bright in the dark environment, she glanced at Sirin who was sitting on the bed, and said respectfully: "Master Sirin, these are the things to be dealt with on the battlefield just now, you Said to send it to you..."

Amy will take it easy, the iron bucket contains the mixed corpses of black mages and ghouls.

To my surprise, this group of flight attendants moved quite neatly, and they cleaned up the place so quickly.

But such a bucket of broken corpses is really disgusting. Even if she didn't look at it, Amy felt a little sick in her heart.

It's so strange that Amy could accept it when she was looking at the fragments on the ground. They were put in a bucket to block them, but Amy would subconsciously vomit.

"Put it down." Sirin ordered, "Just leave it at the door, don't go inside."

Afna made a gesture, and the iron bucket landed firmly, then bowed, turned around and left, and closed the door of the room when she left.

"Let's go back and rest too." Sirin said to Amy.

Amy pouted, she glanced at the iron bucket again, and said, "You handle that bucket yourself, don't call me."

Sirin nodded, she didn't intend to let Amy touch these bloody things.

Amy snapped her fingers, called out the Book of the Dead, and sent herself, Sirin, and the iron bucket into the room of the dead.

Amy went straight back to the wooden house, while Sirin carried the iron bucket to the lower reaches of the river, near the edge of the area where the two of them were active.

That place has become an area dedicated to disposing of corpses, and the soil is darker than the surrounding area.

Sirin poured out the contents of the iron bucket and threw herself on the ground, frowning involuntarily.

She also felt that her thoughts were a little unreliable. The fragments of this place couldn't even put together a complete corpse. Could it really arouse the undead?

Sirin sighed, washed her hands in the middle of the river, took off the blood-stained robe, and changed into clean clothes. She didn't return to the wooden house until she was sure that there was no peculiar smell on her body.

Amy had already tucked into the bed at this time, she was sleeping on the side next to the desk, with the quilt half rolled up, leaving enough space for Sirin.

Sirin put on her nightgown, walked around the end of the bed, and got into bed on the other side.

There was already warmth in the bed. The moon elf's body was curled up, her breathing was even, her eyes were closed, but her eyelids and eyelashes were trembling slightly, obviously she hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Sirin thought for a while, summoned up her courage, and fell asleep on her side, stretched out her left hand, and put her arms around Amy's waist.

Amy's petite body trembled like an electric shock, but she didn't refuse Sirin's hug, nor did she protest, instead she leaned back and pressed closer into Sirin's arms.

A smile appeared on the corner of Sirin's mouth, and she knew that this meant that the moon elves had relaxed their defenses again, allowing her to have more intimate contact.

Before closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep, an inexplicable thought popped into Sirin's mind.

Maybe she should thank Katie, the golden quicksand dress really works...

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Amy had a dream.

In the dream, she was wearing a long bow and a white dress. Her long moon-white hair was scattered behind her back, with distinct roots, and a cool and ethereal demeanor.

She drifted down in a small boat, carrying a bamboo basket, and went to a very remote village.

The boat rocked to the shore, and she walked up the narrow mountain road, walked past an adobe house, and came to a bamboo forest.

There is a thatched hut in the bamboo forest. Outside the house, a girl is washing clothes with her head bowed. She is rolling up her sleeves, her hair is simply tied up and hangs behind her back. It is obviously such a cumbersome task as washing clothes, but she is doing it very seriously, her eyes are full of tears. gentle.

Amy in the dream put down the basket she was carrying, hung her longbow on the bamboo beside her, and patted the girl on the shoulder lightly.

The girl pointed to the basin containing the clothes and gestured in sign language.

She held her head up slightly, and her dark blue eyes were full of peaceful joy, all of which were Amy's figure.

Even in a dream, Amy felt that her heart had softened a lot, and she wanted to immerse herself in this gentle tolerance.

The moon elf in the dream waited for the girl to finish washing the clothes, and the two joined hands, wringing out the clothes together, and hanging them on the bamboo poles beside the thatched hut to dry.

The moon elf opened the bamboo basket, which contained light meals, and the two sat side by side in front of the hut, eating peacefully.

The mountain wind blows, the clouds in the sky curl up, and there is a deep stream beside the bamboo forest. If you look far away, you can see a piece of light blue water.

The atmosphere was so quiet and peaceful that the Moon Elf in the dream also felt sleepy, leaning on the blue-eyed girl's shoulder, and slowly closed her eyes.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. She was reluctant to wake up the moon elf, so she just sat there with a happy face.

The moon elf in the dream fell asleep, but Amy in reality suddenly opened her eyes.

She felt inexplicably sore in her chest, and a faint sadness that came from nowhere surrounded her, making her drowsy disappear.

She felt that she must have remembered someone, but the hazy memory could not form a complete face, and even the image of the blue-eyed girl she had seen in her sleep was rapidly fading away.

Who is that?Who is this body missing?

Amy wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand, and the wetness between her fingers made her bewildered even more. She wanted to cry a little, but rationally restrained the urge to cry.

So sad.

Amy bit her lip. She tried to gather her consciousness and piece together the blurred face, but found that it was futile.

She could only curl up her body harder, clutching her chest, to relieve the soreness that didn't seem to come from the flesh.

"Ok?"

A gentle voice sounded in Amy's ear.

It's Celine.

She fell asleep with her arms around Amy's waist, and when Amy woke up, she woke up too.

"Amy, what's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?" Sirin slightly loosened Amy's waist, supported her arms, raised her body halfway, and looked at Amy's face.

Sirin has the ability to see things in the dark, and she saw the faint tears in the corners of Amy's eyes, which made her panic, and she lowered her body and got close to Amy's face.

"Would you like to get up and sit for a while?" Seeing that Amy didn't reply, Sirin continued, "May I find medicine for you?"

Amy shook her head, she sniffed, and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing, I just had a dream."

After Sirin's voice sounded, she finally broke free from the indescribable sadness, and the thoughts in her mind became clear.

"Maybe I thought about the past, but I forgot it after waking up, so I was a little sad." Amy muttered, "I'm sorry, I woke you up too."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Amy replied aloud, and Sirin was relieved. She touched Amy's cheek and said softly, "If you don't sleep well, how can I fall asleep?"

Such nasty words made Amy feel inexplicably at ease at this time.

She rubbed her dizzy forehead, turned around, and faced Sirin.

Sirin's face was slanted in front of her eyes, her hair was a little disheveled, her lips were very light, and her blue eyes were full of tenderness.

"It's all right." Ami dispelled the excess emotions in her heart, and smiled with her lips propped up, "It's still early, go to sleep."

Sirin lay down slowly, she patted her chest lightly, and said in a teasing tone on purpose: "Would you like to sleep in my arms? Maybe it will remind you of your mother's arms, but unfortunately I don't know how to lullaby~"

Amy did not refuse Sirin's invitation, she lowered her head into Sirin's arms and closed her eyes again.

The breath is trembling, and the nose is full of fragrance.

The warm and fragrant nephrite pressed against Amy's cheek, making her feel peaceful. She put her hands on Sirin's waist and whispered softly: "Thank you, Mother Sirin..."

Sirin trembled when she heard this, almost biting her own tongue.

The ravings of the moon elf just now touched her heart.

But this irresponsible "old goblin" has really fallen asleep in her arms.

Sirin blinked innocently, feeling the numbness caused by the even breathing of the moon elves in front of her, and secretly sighed in her heart:

How can I tell her to sleep now!

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ps: Ask for tickets~~~

Please feed more salted fish~~

Song of the Traveler: Chapter 131 Special Weapon

Under the circumstances of coexistence of pleasure and torment, Sirin finally fell asleep.

But this sleep was very restless, and she woke up several times in the middle of the night. Every time she saw the peaceful sleeping face of the moon elf, Xilin felt quite sad.

Forget it, as long as Amy can sleep peacefully, it doesn't matter if she suffers a little.

After staying in a daze until the next morning, Sirin was awakened by the movement of the girl in her arms.

She kept an eye out, but her pupils were only narrowed with a gap, and they were not fully opened.

Amy's face was pressed against Sirin's chest. After waking up, Amy's face blushed slightly, but soon found that the fabric of the nightgown on Sirin's chest was wet and stained with water.

Amy wiped the corners of her mouth, her face turned redder.

Maybe it was the restful sleep in the second half of the night, or maybe it was a dream that had been forgotten, Amy drooled after a long absence.

She stretched out her hand to caress the wet part of Sirin's chest, and felt that the movement was a little subtle, so she withdrew her hand and pinched her face, breaking free from Sirin's embrace.

Amy was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing slippers, and Sirin's voice came from behind.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

When Sirin said this, she stroked the clothes on her chest with her right hand, with a smile that was not a smile, obviously implying something.

Amy puffed her cheeks, but she was embarrassed to say anything, so she nodded sullenly, and rushed into the bathroom with her slippers on as if fleeing.

"I'm going to wash up first!"

Sirin waved her hand and said with a smile, "Understood, good girl~"

Amy turned her head and bared her teeth, made a face that was more cute than scary, and closed the door behind her.

Sirin sat up from the bed, cupped her cheeks with her hands, and felt a little hot.

She looked down at the water stains on her chest, and couldn't help sighing that the moon elf was indeed a model of "getting older and getting younger", but she became more and more restless when she was sleeping.

Of course, Sirin doesn't dislike such Amy, and even finds it very interesting.

Childishness and girlishness appeared on the moon elf's beautiful face, and there was no sense of disobedience at all. It would only make Xilin more excited and happier.

Such peaceful days are indeed more comfortable than bloody battles.

Sirin stretched her waist in satisfaction, and stepped on the thick carpet with her bare feet.

She took off her nightgown in front of the dressing mirror, looked at herself in the mirror without a trace, and smiled at the corner of her mouth.

In the past, she paid more attention to her status as a swordsman. In fact, she didn't care much about her appearance and physical condition. Instead, she felt that an overly beautiful face and plump mountains were a burden on the road of practice.

But now, she was happy that she had such a body and was beautiful enough to attract Amy's attention.

She must make good use of her charm to tie Amy's heart.

Thinking of this, the smile on Sirin's face became more and more cheerful.

Amy came out of the bathroom soon, and Sirin, who was wrapped loosely in her nightgown, walked past Amy.

After both of them changed into their normal clothes, Sirin brought two buckets of water and washed the nightgown and the jacket worn yesterday, while Amy lit a fire by the stove by the river.

They all tacitly didn't bring up the joke about mother and daughter, and didn't talk about the moon elf waking up in the middle of the night last night, and had a happy breakfast.

Before leaving the room of the undead, Sirin went to the burial ground downstream of the river to have a look.

To Sirin's surprise, there were a lot less broken corpses in the open space, and a ghoul with cracks all over his body stood stupidly by the river.

Um?The ghoul was pulled up, but the black mage fell silent?

Sirin couldn't help frowning slightly. Is this situation reasonable?

She asked Amy, "Can you try to communicate with this ghoul?"

Amy took a few steps forward, and the ghoul slowly turned around and bent towards Amy, expressing its submission.

But Amy only felt chaos and instinct in this undead body, and there was no residual consciousness of living things.

"This is an undead who only obeys magical instructions and has no intelligence of its own, so it cannot communicate." Amy said regretfully.

Sirin felt helpless and could only give up the idea of ​​extracting information from the ghoul.