Alice's Dream Club

It was precisely because he had detected the identity of the visitor earlier that the physical therapist opened the door on his own initiative, and it was precisely because he knew the identity of the visitor that the physical therapist showed such a bitter smile.

"Holy..."

"I said before, don't call me that title in private, I am not the saint of the Muxiu Society in front of you."

The girl puffed up her face when she corrected it, and that puffy look was exchanged for a slightly doting smile from the physical therapist.

"Understood, my lord."

Hearing this, the girl's hair was almost fluffed up.

"Do you want me to order you!"

"Look," shrugged, and a joking smile appeared on his pale face, "You haven't even set an example to get rid of the status of a saint, so I have no choice but to follow your will."

"……you!"

The original heartache turned into annoyance under the joke of the physical therapist. She glared viciously at the man in front of her who had been suffering endless torture for herself, and snorted heavily.

She stood up and looked at the physical therapist for a moment, then clenched her fists, swung her arms round and smashed down.

"puff--"

Withdrawing the fist that hit the middle of the physical therapist's crotch, the saint shook her hand in front of the physical therapist threateningly.

"Try to make me angry again."

The resistance to the imprint made the physiotherapist so weak that he couldn't even lift his arm, and there was still pain left on his body caused by the force backlash in order to conceal his true thoughts. Now the most vulnerable position of the man has been completely removed. With such a slap in the face, his only thought now is pain in the ass.

A pain in the ass in a double sense.

Of course, even if she was treated like this, the physical therapist would not have any complaints about the saint who was pressing on her, not only because she liked it, but also because she had many difficulties in coming to see herself as the saint of the Muxiu Society. and trouble. Being able to overcome obstacles to get here without being noticed by others, the physical therapist feels that he has no right to complain about this effort alone.

The saint also knew that she had hit hard just now, she lowered her head in silence for a while, and then apologized softly.

"Hmm...does it hurt? Shall I rub it for you?"

My thoughts were instantly disrupted at this moment. The holy and kind saint in front of people actually had a completely different side in front of me. To put it bluntly, she had a very strong ability to act and especially faced her own heart. To put it bluntly, this girl In fact, it's a bit of an idiot's attribute.

No, she was ready to untie her belt just after she finished speaking.

And when the saint did this kind of behavior, not only did she not blush, but she also showed the excitement of anticipation and long-term failure to finally succeed.

"His Royal Highness!"

A low growl stopped the saintess from moving.

Seeing that she had turned into a steamed bun face again because of the address, the physical therapist raised his hand to stroke her head with great effort.

"Didn't we agree, we will wait until you become an adult..."

"According to your calculations, I'm already an adult."

"Let's count according to actual age..."

Hearing this, he stared at the physical therapist for a moment, and tears swirled in the eyes of the saint again.

Her eyes gradually lost their brilliance, as if she had lost her soul, and turned into an empty shell of a puppet that could cry.

An aura of sinking and despair emanated from her body, and the dead silence of complete resignation was like a sharp knife stabbing the physiotherapist's chest.

Her voice also became devoid of emotion and spirituality: "I should have known earlier, how could someone like me, who was treated like that, be liked by someone, yes... After all, it was already dirty... I already knew The Ming..."

Taking a deep breath of collapse, the physical therapist said sternly: "You are only seventeen and a half years old...well, then you will follow you when you become an adult."

Immediately, the empty shell had a soul again, and she smiled sweetly.

"...it's like this every time..."

Before the physical therapist had no choice but to finish, the saint took the initiative to print her lips on his lips, prying open the physical therapist's lips and teeth with the tip of her tongue, and kissed deeply.

After an unknown amount of time, the saint was picked up by the physical therapist who had recovered a little. At this time, the saint's face was already covered with pear blossoms, and the physical therapist could clearly feel the worry and anxiety contained in her crying.

"Compared to worrying about me, I think you should pay more attention to your safety, it's so chaotic outside..."

"Are you saying that I, silly Baitian, will be tricked by a piece of candy?" The saint sniffled vigorously.

The physical therapist also sniffed, and then said deeply, "That's how I coaxed you back then."

As he said that, he conjured a piece of candy out of nowhere and put it into the mouth of the saint.

"Besides, I may not have an accident. After all, I am seeking help from that place. There is nothing to worry about for me."

"Is that place really that powerful?" The saint had wanted to ask this question a long time ago. In her opinion, what made him hesitate for so long must not be 100% sure. This time, she finally made up her mind. I took a gamble, "And how could I not worry about you, the owner of the voice I can hear is..."

The following name, the saint, was not called out, or even thought about.

It's not that being a saint is afraid to call that existence by its name, but that as a saint, even a single thought will become a prayer and be sent to that existence's ears.

In this way, the person in front of him is completely harmed.

"I'm not sure, but in order to make you live a happier life in the future, I can only ask for help there, even if it costs my life, it doesn't matter."

"You men can only say such false and empty promises," he thumped the physical therapist's chest hard, and the saint leaned against his chest, "If you die because of this kind of thing, then I will cut you off My younger brother let me stay with me, even if you die, you will be dead without a whole body!"

Before the physical therapist had any reaction, Lynch, who was listening outside the window, fell out of the window.

Damn it, how could such a good dog-blood development become so interesting to this holy lady! ?

When Lynch climbed back again, the two had already kissed together again. This time the kiss was not as long as before, but it contained deeper affection than before.

Reluctantly getting up from the physical therapist, the saint put on the hood again.

When she came to the door, she said in an orderly tone: "I order you not to have any accidents, do you understand?"

Standing up and bowing to the saint, the physical therapist finally had a sincere smile on his face: "Your wish is my mission, my goddess."

"snort."

Although he is indeed worried about the safety of the saint, the physical therapist knows that it is better not to appear around the saint at this stage. The frequency of his contact with the saint has attracted the attention of some people. The doctor at the Emotional Rehabilitation Center needed regular psychological counseling for the saint's miserable past, so the relationship between himself and the saint would have been suspected by others.

For example, sending the saint out by himself is not what a non-close person should do.

Standing by the window and seeing the scene of the saint being stopped by her colleagues from the Muxiu Club at the entrance of the hospital, the only expression the physiotherapist can make to the person looking at him from there is the indifference that makes him very uncomfortable hint.

The complete lack of freedom of the saint made the physical therapist more determined to go to the club to express his desire, but before that, he had other things to do.

——At the very least, he must hide from the "watching" of the owner of the mark on his forehead.

The 16th is the full moon, when the perception of existence is the weakest. What I have to do now is to try my best to use other thoughts to cause backlash, so that even when I express my true thoughts tomorrow, I can use these foreshadowing to conceal the truth.

Having made up his mind, the physical therapist leaned against the wall and closed the curtain to rest.

Seeing this, Lynch has already confirmed that this person will come to him tomorrow. As for why there is no guide virtual image of the club until now, it is probably due to this person's thoughts. He does not know what method he used to hide his true identity. Thoughts and desires. But think about it. After all, the "god" they believe in can perceive their thoughts. If there is no way to hide it, then don't worry about planning any elopement.

"Oh shit?"

Thinking of this, the Lynches were startled.

When can I read other people's thoughts?

Squatting on the window sill for a while, he randomly found a few people on the street as a test and confirmation after he fell freely.

Try to prove that he does have this kind of power similar to mind reading, and after confirming it, his ears gradually filled with the voices of everyone around him.

The noise and chaos made Lynch instantly feel the pain suffered by the telepathic superpowers in the movie, but just when he wanted to subconsciously let out a roar to stop, those voices suddenly disappeared. Even if I try to listen again, there is no voice coming from my heart.

After being dazed for a while, he gathered his thoughts and teleported directly to the club.

When he entered the door, what he saw was a scene that shocked him: for some reason, the dormitory area had become chaotic as if it had been looted and smashed, the walls were full of cracks, and even some Non-loadbearing walls and columns have collapsed.

The appearance of the three people in the family is even more frightening at this time. Mu Xinyi, who does not know when she will come back, is now embedded in a wall at the waist, her lower body is next to her upper body, and she can easily touch it by raising her hand. to her own ass.

The second world was slightly better, she was hanging upside down on the roof, her legs were completely swallowed by the ceiling, judging from her heartless smile, she should be surprised that she could finally hang upside down like a bat.

Alice may be the worst one. She is currently in the newly bought TV. God knows how this kind of distorted environment that has been kneaded can still supply power normally. Anyway, Alice is knocking on the TV with a TV image. Hitting the TV screen.

Seeing this scene, even if Lynch was not reminded, he seemed to understand something faintly.