Son of the Olden Days

Irene walked through the monastery to the open space in the backyard, and squeezed in a circle of unfamiliar girls.

After listening absently to the topics in the circle and actively participating in a few sentences, Irene stopped talking, and slowly began to play down her own existence, acting as a listener.

At a moment when everyone was not paying attention, she quietly stepped back, concealed in the darkness beyond the light, turned around and walked briskly towards the cemetery. Encountered a wandering skeleton on the road, and she smiled and waved to each other.

Calm, leisurely and peaceful.

She loves the present life so much.

Think of those terrible days, when you were hungry every day, and you had to go out with fear, facing the people who were eating people and those who were eaten outside.

Only by experiencing the endless darkness, will you know what the real light is.

But being able to meet him in that disaster, Irene felt that everything was worth it

The waiting days are always a bit tormented, but luckily it has passed. Today is the twelfth day and one morning after he left.

Irene knelt on the ground and removed the rotten plank from the grass, revealing a bottomless black hole under the plank.

The dark underground cavity seemed to lead to an unknown hell, but she was not afraid, and she showed a brisk smile as if she had returned to her own home.

She stretched out a slender and white ankle, tentatively stepped on the support on the wall of the well, then shook her shapely little butt, grabbed the edge of the well and slowly climbed down the support. After countless climbs, everything is already familiar to my heart.

Landing on the ground at the bottom of the well, Irene clapped her hands, turned and walked to the small cage in the corner where the cranial rat was closed.

You don't even need to light the candles, just like walking around in the garden. This is originally another home of my own.

A hand suddenly stretched out in the darkness, covering her smile and covering her mouth.

"Well!"

Irene struggled, but was suppressed by arrogant power. She was covered her mouth and hugged her waist and dragged her back two steps, and then she was pressed against the wall.

"save……"

As soon as one syllable was shouted, the mouth was blocked by another, and then the two tongues were entangled and fought to death.

Irene shrank her neck and shuddered slightly, tears gradually brewing in the corners of her eyes.

It was tears of happiness and excitement, because she could clearly feel that she was being loved fiercely at the moment.

In fact, from the moment that big hand rushed toward her face, she distinguished who the other party was from the calluses on that hand and the breath that made her dizzy and miss. Then she suppressed the joy in her heart, and cooperated with a series of frightened kicks and screams.

"Bad guy, you scared me to death, when did you come back?" After the long tongue fight ended, Irene hugged the figure in front of him weakly, listening to his long-lost heartbeat.

"I promised to rush back to attend your coming-of-age ceremony. As long as I am not dead, I will crawl back." Sol stretched out his paw and combed Irene's hair.

"Are you growing taller again? It's so annoying, can't you wait for me?" Irene pressed her chin against Saul's chest.

"You seem to have gained a little weight too, are you picking up things to eat while I'm away?" Saul picked Irene and turned around twice.

"So, are you going to use this as an excuse to not want me cruelly?" Irene pursed her mouth groaningly.

"For me, raising an Irene and raising a piglet are two things, and it's obvious that I will only spend my energy and enthusiasm on the first thing." Saul's expression is very serious.

"Hey~hey." Irene raised her face and let out a silly cute laugh, stood on her tiptoe and took a bite on Saul's mouth.

Bowing his head against her forehead, Saul turned to light the candle.

"You wear new clothes!" Irene's eyes lit up.

"How? A lot of things can be hidden in this wide hem. If it rains, I can still stuff you in." Sol raised his hands, and the black coat on his body turned around in front of Irene.

"Well, very handsome and handsome." Irene squinted and smiled happily, as if she was wearing a new outfit.

"Well, for the sake of your sweet mouth, but also to make you worthy of my handsomeness..."

Sol deliberately looked dissatisfied, picked up something from his side and flicked, and a rose-colored skirt rolled down.

"Yeah~! Morag cloth." Irene covered her mouth slightly, rushing over and pulling up the skirt to observe.

Morag? Sol's face was unclear. In line with the principle of spending all the money, he later returned to the clothing store in the new town to buy this dress and give it to Irene.

Judging from the price that is not too expensive, Saul thinks that the fabric is in general. He has never been interested in clothing and has no research. He just thinks that the slightly noble rose color will make Irene with fair complexion look more temperament and brighter. some.

Saul didn't worry about the size. He chose a size one size smaller than his own body shape, and Irene, who was born in a tailor's house, could also modify it slightly.

"Do you like it?" Sol asked.

Irene nodded like a woodpecker, and the joy in her eyes was about to overflow.

"Then put it on." Saul stepped aside, stretched out his feet and hooked over a small stool to sit down, and took out two pieces of jerky and chewed slowly, his eyes widened as if he was sitting upright.

Holding the dress and walking to the corner, Irene was suddenly stunned. The bad guy wanted to peek at him and change his clothes. No, not peeking, but preparing to open his eyes openly.

After thinking for a while, Irene didn't even blow the candle, and directly removed the clothes on her body, revealing the soft linen lining that was washed white by the pulp.

Just when Irene picked up the skirt and was about to put it on.

"Wait, too much clothes inside will look bloated. This will definitely affect the overall beauty of the skirt. How can I change my clothes without taking it off?" Saul suddenly pinched his chin and said with a professional look on my face.

Irene's face was instantly flooded with red tide, but the next moment she decisively pulled the lining buckle and rope apart, the last piece of cloth on her body slipped off, and her smooth and tight carcass was exposed to the candlelight.

She secretly plucked up the courage to cast a provocative look at Saul, but her arms on her chest and under her abdomen trembled slightly, so nervous that her nails were almost pinched into her palms.

Saul stared at him calmly for a moment, then turned his head away a little speechlessly. Well, there are opponents everywhere in this world, and he is still too weak.

"Satisfied now?" Irene changed her dress and threw Sol a coquettish eye, then took the skirt and turned it around in front of Sol.

The dress is generally fit, but it is still a little loose at the moment, because the buckle at the back has not been fastened, Irene turned down this time, and the top of the breast slipped slightly, revealing a small half of the smooth shoulder.

Saul lifted the dress to cover Irene's shoulders, then turned around her twice to stretch the skirt smoothly, and then he stood behind Irene and put his arms around her slender waist.

"Huh? Why are these two folds uneven?" Sol weirdly raised his hand and wiped two on Irene's chest.

"You... uh, badass!" Feeling that the two points in the fullness of her chest were gradually hardening and she was caught off guard for a few times. Irene's whole body was not well, she suddenly felt that she was a little unstable and soft. Fell into Sol's arms.

He arched his back tightly against Saul's stomach, as if to retreat into Saul's body.

"...Go, go to... over there." Irene clutched Thor's hand tightly, her face was flushed with a mosquito groan, and she dragged him toward the bedding.

"When did you fall? Can't you be simpler?" Saul stopped her with a look of horror.

"You...!" Irene stomped heavily on Sol's feet, then hid her head in his arms.

"Why do you never touch me?" After a while, Irene raised her face and asked.

Saul pressed his chin against the top of her head and rubbed it slightly.

"I said when I saw you for the first time, I will turn you into a woman when you grow up. Let me wait for you to pass the Bar Mitzvah. If you have the consciousness of dedication, tell me that I will let you You see the scarier side of me."

"In addition, in order to keep you beautiful at all times and check your own shortcomings, I decided to give you another mirror." Sol took Irene's hand to the wall, and took out a silver-plated crystal mirror and placed it on the wall like a trick. On the platen.

Stabilizing the metal bracket, Thor raised his hand to adjust the angle of the oval mirror.

The entire mirror surface can also accommodate the part from the top of the head to the collarbone. Strictly speaking, it is not even a half-length mirror.

Irene stared at the mirror with surprise, and sometimes pulled her skirt on her shoulders.

Sol sneakily touched behind her, and put on a citrine necklace and amethyst bracelet for her. There was a small magic hourglass in the middle of the brilliant crystals on the bracelet, silently passing by.

Irene raised her hand and was stunned, then turned and threw herself into Sol's arms with red eyes.

"Why are you spending money indiscriminately?"

She knew that Sol mastered pharmacy, and she even followed suit some time ago to help Sol, but she knew that making money was never easy.

Saul smiled and rubbed her head.

"Fool, what are some small toys worth? And you don’t know. People like me will feel uncomfortable with a little money. I am more accustomed to living under pressure, and it’s best not to find the next after eating Kind of, so that I will wake up every day with high morale."

Another sweet and intense kiss passed.

Irene turned and stared carefully at her clear self in the mirror.

"……gorgeous!"

"Tsk~Tsk, I praise myself, I can't imagine that there is such a brazen person in the world." Saul said strangely.

"Do you know why the buttons of this skirt are behind the back?" Irene asked with a charmingly blank look.

"Perhaps it is to pursue the overall beauty of the front of the clothing?" Sol asked a little uncertainly after thinking about it, trying to give some professional evaluation.

"That's a small part of the truth, and the bigger reason is that when an important person helps you button up your back, the girl in this dress will wear a sense of happiness." Irene turned her head back. Smiled very brightly.

Thor secretly curled his lips amusedly, girls always have some strange ideas, he has never had a say in this regard.

"Hurry up, what are you doing there?" Irene pouted.

After dumbfoundingly helping to buckle the back button, Irene turned around two more times before teasing Saul with a flaunting look:

"The day after tomorrow will be my coming-of-age gift. In terms of age, you have to call my sister."

Saul pursed his lips and lowered his head to look serious thinking, then raised his head a moment later.

"Actually, I suspect that I may be in my twenties, but most orphans do not know their exact age, and I am not very mature, so there is no such thing as you want to take advantage of my generation. Any basis."

Irene made a grimace with her little tongue out, and expressed deep contempt for Thor's stiff mouth.

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