Zongman, I have a million friends

The early morning sun shone on Soraka's face through the leaves, and after feeling the light, Soraka's eyes wrinkled slightly, and he subconsciously turned over.

At this time, because the manic energy in her body returned to calm, her original dark purple complexion that was very unnatural due to the energy impact disappeared, became white, and revealed a healthy pink.

Last night's white hair also turned dark green, a milky white unicorn on his forehead, and those long, stretched pointed ears moved very cutely.

The original dark gold dress with scarce fabric due to lack of funds disappeared and was replaced by a loose, comfortable nightgown.

[For details, please refer to Soracka's Skin: Pajama Guardian.]

Soraka felt like he was lying on a very soft cushion, his head resting comfortably on something very warm, soft, and a little fluffy.

Her body curled up slightly, her head couldn't help but rub, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Although she is a star spirit and has extremely powerful powers, she has not enjoyed life, and most of the time she spends her time running around the world to help others and living a life of eating and sleeping.

It's so rare to be able to sleep peacefully in a comfortable environment like this.

Soraka's mind and body felt relaxed like never before.

A smell of food wafted into Soraka's nose, and her head couldn't help but stretch forward and twitch her nose lightly a few times.

Soraka slowly opened his eyes, sat up with his hands supporting his body, hummed softly in his throat with unknown meaning, and reached out to rub his eyes with the back of his hand.

Then he tilted his head, looked dumbfounded, opened a pair of big emerald-like and beautiful eyes, and looked curiously towards the boy who was roasting something in front of the bonfire.

Sensing the movement here, Amano tried his best to remove his attention from the tempting aroma of roast meat in front of him, raised his head, and smiled at Soraka.

"Are you awake, how do you feel physically, are you still uncomfortable?"

Soraka shook his head stunnedly, staring blankly at Gengen Amano, who was smiling warmly, feeling something warmer than the sun, wrapping his body.

This is the first time that someone has cared about her physical condition.

Usually, she appears to mortals as a powerful and kind deity and treats them, while her fragile and weak appearance is hidden from anyone.

Therefore, she has always been an omnipotent, sacred and great existence in the eyes of mortals, and has always respected her, and naturally no one will care about her physical condition.

[Is this what it feels like to be cared for by others?]

I feel warm and comfortable in my heart.

Do those who are helped by me feel the same way?

If so, I would have a little more motivation to continue to redeem the world. Experiencing

this kind of thing from the perspective of the person being cared for for the first time, Soraca has a new understanding of helping and redeeming others, and his own belief is a little stronger.

[My path is crystal clear.

Soraka smiled and replied to Amanogen: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, human, I have a new understanding of my own path."

Amano Yuan tilted his head, his head a little confused.

[What has a new understanding, have I done anything to her?]

It's impossible, because I'm perfect enough to lift the fog in the other person's heart just by looking at it.

If that's the case, then others will have to charge me for it.

Removing this strange thought from his mind, he stopped thinking about why the other party said this, and opened his mouth to Soraka.

"Little one, you can leave."

As Amanogen's words fell, the ball of fur that was originally pillowed by Soraka moved, turning into a somewhat large squirrel.

The squirrel called twice at Amano Gen, then jumped onto a branch not far away, the figure moved quickly, and soon disappeared into the depths of the woods.

Soraka was amazed, although there were many races in this world that were closer to animals and could communicate with them, most of them were Vastaya, or Yodel, a race that had some animal characteristics in itself.

Pure humans like Amano Gen, who can be close to small animals, are rare.

After seeing his "pillow" turn into a squirrel, Soraka began to pay attention to the situation around him.

Under her is a huge animal fur, and below it is a thick layer of leaves, which is why she feels so comfortable.

And when she saw the clothes on her body, she was even more shocked, as a person with footprints all over this rune land, she had never seen this style of clothes, and the materials used to make clothes were a type she had never seen before.

Reaching out and gently rubbing the material of the clothes on his body, it was very comfortable, and this dress did not contain any magic in it.

It shows that it is not made of some precious magic materials, or has a magic bonus, it is completely a very ordinary dress.

This made Soraka very curious, how can he make such comfortable clothes without any magic?