All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

Sunlight shines through the frosted glass and obliquely shines in the center of the room. An unknown wild flower blooms there. Its small monochromatic petals seem to be plated with platinum in the undulating dust, emitting a light and bright light toward the sun in the room full of vines. Holy and incredible.

And a pair of inorganic blue eyes was looking at it.

Those are very nice eyes. The color is as clear and beautiful as a turquoise gem, but it is dull and dull as if it is covered with a layer of gray.

Just like its owner.

The owner of the bi-colored eyes is a man with a beautiful appearance in plaster. The handsomeness is extraordinary, just right. The morning light fell on his hair and became the color of his hair. Bo Xi caught his eye, but it did not become the brilliance in his eyes.

Those bi-colored eyes never had the brilliance of the soul.

Even the tallest artist in this continent would shook his head and sighed when standing in front of him. Beauty is beautiful, but there is no soul.

But in fact, plaster essence has more than a soul. This soul is also very personal.

It's just that the girl who knew his soul hadn't come yet.

The blond priest lowered his gaze in silence. I looked at the emerald green leaves of those wild flowers. Then Xian Dan began to count.

no way. Who makes the save point setting is that he will always send it three minutes first.

After all, "the priest who guides the princess" is a service-oriented NPC character. Rounding up is equivalent to no human rights.

Although I should have long been... used to it.

The priest who vaguely felt that he had counted the strings didn't care, and was still in a daze. At the end of the precise third minute, the door of the room opened.

Bi-colored eyes looked over leisurely. He was facing a pair of deep and pitch-black dead fish eyes.

"...Gadrich."

From the blond priest, he spit out a stalk that this world would never have, "What's the matter with your expression lost at the crossroads of life."

what. What a familiar Kakashi Terrier. What a sharp complaint.

It hits my heart completely.

"Adam."

I called the name of the unscrupulous priest in a low voice. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Wannian's face paralyzed and motioned for me to continue.

But I did not speak.

Just silent. slowly. He took out two tickets from his pocket.

A beautiful ticket with blue lettering on a white background. It also has a faint floral fragrance.

I stared at the dead fish-eyed, and smiled at the priest whose face was getting more complicated.

"It's the white rose blooming season again."

"Let's go see it together."

…

The half-year letter was written all the time before the white rose was finished.

Although now with the help of Magic Technology, roses can be fed even in winter. But what is natural is the best. Whether it is blooming or falling, it seems to be bathed in the blessings of this world.

Flowers from the four seasons. There is a beginning and an end. Although short but extremely beautiful.

And today. Sunny weather. The breeze was slow. The temperature happened to fall at the point where both people and flowers were most satisfied. Coupled with early seven, although there are people, but not much time. It can be said that everything is ready and only owes east wind.

Only owe Dongfeng

Yes. Only owe Dongfeng. What I never expected was that I actually only waited for a gust of wind in the end.

I searched it all over the library, the dining room, the garden, or Arnold’s room. However, no matter where in the corner of Saint Enluth's castle, I couldn't find the water blue figure. In the end, the knight at the gate told me. He left in the early morning of the second day we returned from Baide.

"Knight Arnold said if you come to him. Give this to you."

…I took the letter from the knight with a dazed expression. Although the brain hasn't turned around yet, it still instinctively takes it apart—

"cough."

An awkward and polite cough interrupted my movements. I raised my head and looked at him. He said with a stern face, "I'm sorry. This letter is actually from Knight Arnold, asking me to give it to you."

"Then I will let you hand it over to Her Royal Highness."

"..."

I silently looked at the knight guarding the gate for a while.

Then he tossed the envelope to pieces without hesitation.

"Don't make noise."

I whispered and slapped the shouting knight aside. Regardless of his horrified eyes looking at me. Reading the words in the letter at a glance.

In summary-there is no need to summarize, there are only two lines in total. In order to temper himself and do odd jobs by the way, he followed the Knights of the Northern Expedition to clean up the monsters.

—I won’t be back in the short term.

For a moment, my expression was dull.

To use Adam’s appropriate metaphor is to get lost at the crossroads of life. Lost but at a loss.

Although the reason Arnold became stronger was to protect me. But in terms of results—I was grumbled.

…I was actually grumbled! !

The monstrous anger rises from the heart and rushes in the blood. And just as I was about to tear up the ticket in a rage, the only remaining sanity clamored at this moment.

The subordinate keeps the ticket, Gadli cut it. Although, as a female master of the second female literary, you were surprised by your own strategy partner, but the votes are innocent. Think about how much you paid for it. It's a big deal to change someone to see it together.

…It seems to make sense.

The anger gradually cooled down under rational persuasion. I looked at the ticket in my hand blankly and thought for a long time.

"In the end, only I can accompany you."

The blond priest said in his sacred voice, "Your friends are so pitiful. Gadriche."

"...Shut up! Do you think I want this!"

I blushed and replied angrily. However, my slight anger and resistance was still ruthlessly overshadowed by the joyous laughter of the surrounding people.

The flow of people at seven is just right. Among these people in groups, young dog men and women make up the vast majority.

Even if you don't want to. I was still hurt by the ubiquitous pink foam.

"By the way. It was actually picked in this kind of place."

The priest's voice has no emotional ups and downs. Adam sitting on the bench bent down. With that beautiful finger with distinct knuckles, he folded a rose, "Are you sure you have no feelings of shame for that knight."

I glanced sideways and glanced at Adam. He smiled indifferently, "I'm here with you now. Do you think there is an atmosphere of shame between us? And don't pick flowers casually! Protective ring—"

The slender hand picks the flower lightly, and the movement naturally distinguishes the white rose from my hair.

The unfinished accusations stopped there. And the black pupils slowly tightened.

"Sure enough, black and white is a classic color scheme."

The fingertips drew a few strands of black hair. And those blue eyes just hang slightly, looking at me quietly, "Black hair and white flowers match well."

"...80% of that color scheme is sickly!"

I spit. He drew back abruptly and distanced himself from Adam. But the hand subconsciously held the flower between the braids to prevent it from falling, "and what's going on with this shy atmosphere—"

"what."

A mocking smile appeared on the sacred face. Twisted and weird can't do it. Sora had a handsome priest staring at me, with a defiant tone, "You will blush at this level. After all, you are just a kid. You can't become a mature woman with four boats like this."

"...That has nothing to do with maturity, that's scum, okay?"

I squeezed my mouth. Stroking the flower in his hair and vomiting, "Emotions are the last thing that should not be played with in this world... And even if I think about it, any of them can easily kill me."

Adam did not answer. Just a long sigh.

Then he said the classic sentence, "I think about it. Kamijou Touma also thought so."

…Is it really okay to be Harmony before and to release the name directly?

I silently stared at Adam with dead fish eyes, "I really want to talk about it. Isn't your character also collided with Sakata Gintoki?"

"No. I'm absolutely different from him."

The handsome priest stood up. He patted the broad priest's robe. I looked up at him next to me. With his back to the sun, the hair that seemed to be coated with gold was still glowing holy. And because of the backlight, I couldn't see his expression clearly.

He only heard him say in the usual, unwavering voice, "Whether it is you, Kamijou Toma or Sakata Gin, there is a protagonist's halo protector."

"And I have nothing."

The blond priest said so. Then he stretched out his hand to me.

"…what?"

Although stunned for a moment. But I still took it subconsciously.

"Didn't you get the ticket for the flower garden. It's a shame to sit like this."

The wide hand tightened, applying a slight force. Adam just grabbed my hand and pulled me up, "Let's go shopping again."

"…Ok."

I replied, with a somewhat reluctant tone. But still holding his hand and walked.

And not a few steps away. Adam let go of my hand.

What remains in my hands, except for the moist wind and the very light floral fragrance. Only his inhumanly cold temperature.

If it's not this temperature. I almost forget that Adam is also a human being.

Arnold was accompanied by Heron Oz in the distant past.

That Adam. In those past days, who was there to accompany you?

…

"Now. Adam."

I opened my eyes slightly. Looking at the mountains and plains in front of him and the ubiquitous men and women. He took out the ticket from his pocket, and said calmly while tearing it, "I feel that this flower field is too unfriendly to us. Let's go."

"Agree."

Very few, a certain wicked priest and I reached a consensus.

And this time I spent half an hour on a bench and walked for 10 minutes on the white rose garden that I got from the blast. I didn't do anything about it, I didn't look at it, and went home together for forty minutes and came to an end.

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Together, Adam and Jiamei began to spit out all kinds of cross-dimension 233

You have always thought of Arnold as an angel. In fact, our Adam is the real angel.

Did not inherit the aura of Sakata Ginshi. But inherited his miserable and good person.

to be honest. I think Jiamei is the happiest being with the priest 233

And their relationship can be said to be the weakest.

Well. Come for all tastes.

Sometimes this faint feeling is even more fascinating. (Actually, I just love the party)