Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 72

"Hiss" Ouyue took a deep breath and pressed the wet towel on her neck tightly with her hands: "Why does it hurt so much this time?"

"Maybe you are immune to the anesthesia in my saliva." Nasha burped. It seemed that she was very full.

Then she stretched out and slowly lay down, just pressing Ouyue.

"Hey, hey, hey, move to the side." Ouyue tried to lift her up, but because she had just drank a lot of blood, she couldn't use her strength now.

"There's no room further to the side." Nasha made a face: "You don't have a comfortable bed, what's wrong with me lying down?"

Ouyue could only shrug and move herself a little further to the side.

The final result was that the two of them still had to survive one night in this tent.

What made Nasha even more upset was that she only brought two quilts.

I can’t say “only”, after all, it’s really rare to see someone take a quilt with them on a long trip.

So when sleeping, you can only prevent yourself from being squeezed out of the quilt when you sleep back to back.

However, the two little guys are not embarrassed about such things. After all, they are too young for their race, and their families have not told them many things.

And because the temperature dropped a lot at night, they still wrapped themselves in thick clothes to prevent them from catching cold. In this way, it feels like leaning against a quilt when back to back.

The sound of heavy footsteps outside was slow and urgent. It was Dabai patrolling. It has been walking around carrying an ax like this since the beginning of the vigil. As long as anything dares to come close to this place, no matter what kind of beast or bird it is, it will kill it.

"Hey, are you going to sleep now?" Nasha asked softly, looking at Ouyue who had become silent after closing her eyes.

"It's very late now." Ouyue yawned, and it seemed that she was really tired: "We still need to rush tomorrow morning, right? If we don't go to bed early, we won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"That's right." Nasha closed her eyes and was quiet for almost two minutes. Then she opened her eyes again and said with some resentment, "I can't sleep."

It was indeed a bit difficult for her to ask a vampire to go to bed on time late at night. After all, she usually played at this time, and suddenly she was asked to go to bed at this time. It’s really hard to get used to it.

She turned her head and glanced at Aoyue, who was already asleep. Feeling unbalanced in her heart, she grabbed his arm and shook it: "Get up."

"Ah" Ouyue opened her eyes drowsily: "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep, tell me a story." Nasha puffed her cheeks and said.

"You are already old enough to listen to stories, right?"

"I don't care, you can't fall asleep before me anyway." Nasha turned him over, hugged him, put her head close to his neck, smelled, and swallowed subconsciously.

The bleeding in Ouyue's area had just stopped, and the smell of blood slowly filled the area. This made Nasha feel at ease when she smelled it, and she even wanted to take another bite.

Ouyue was so sleepy now that she didn't know she was being hugged. She subconsciously stretched out her hand to hug her, as if hugging a pillow, and then fell asleep again.

His consciousness once again returned to the room that seemed to be painted with crayons. In that place, the most important person to him only had a faint shadow left.

Ouyue looked at this shadow and shouted tentatively: "Ori"

Shadow didn't answer, still so weak.

No wonder, the only memories he has of his brother now are that he is called Ori and that it is the weapon of the Rovira family. As for everything else, it is naturally impossible to make a model of it in a dream.

He only knows that this shadow may be the most important person to him. After he has forgotten all the memories of the time before he was ten years old, it is the only one that can still show a trace of its outline.

It's like this place has been traced countless times with a pencil. The eraser can only erase the lead on it, but it can't erase the traces.

He hugged the shadow tightly, then closed his eyes with contentment: "Good night."

Looking at this matter from Nasha's perspective, this guy put himself