The unlucky brave will not dream of black belly elves

"Hey, how was everyone's rest yesterday?" The blond girl sat on the table, swinging her legs playfully, and looked up at the two people who came down from the second floor.

Yitu just woke up, but his hair was still curled up unyieldingly, and he still looked sleepy.But Xiaotong standing next to him was the same as before, with her ponytail casually placed behind her back, wearing that gorgeous black robe and standing gracefully aside, with a faint smile on her face.

"Thank you very much Miss Lina for providing us with such a comfortable environment." Xiao Tong responded.

The brave man next to him who was still yawning dissatisfiedly said, "The thunder was so loud last night, didn't you hear it? Look at my dark circles." He pointed to his eyes while talking.

"Hey? Are you okay, let me take a closer look." Lina ran to Yitu and said maliciously, "It would be bad if our brave man is treated badly."

The girl stood on tiptoe and looked closely.She looked very carefully, as if she wanted to see through Yitu.

Xiaotong saw that the distance between Lina and Yitu was getting closer and closer, and when they were finally close enough to be close to each other, she couldn't help saying, "Miss Lina, don't you need to look so close?" Before Lina Answering, Xiaotong neatly separated the hero and the witch.

"What a pity, what a pity!" Lina chirped beside the two of them.

"Why are you going back and forth these four times? You've suddenly developed a serious illness?" Yitu and Xiaotong had already walked downstairs, and the brave man was talking while eating the breakfast carefully prepared by Lina.Because there was something in his mouth, he spoke inarticulately.

"Mr. Brave, water."

"Oh, okay, Xiaotong, you are really sensible today." Yitu took the water that Xiaotong handed over, and drank it with a gurgle.

"I haven't seen Brother Brave's dark circles from so close. Is this eye unacceptable, 555." Lina wiped away the non-existent tears with a handkerchief, and said sadly.

"I advise you to take care of yourself!" Yitu said to the witch whose acting skills are worrying, "Young people, don't be ignorant of good and bad." After speaking, he took the paper towel handed over by Xiaotong and wiped his bread-crumbed face gracefully. Mouth.

Lina looked at Yitu's appearance, and said: How does this action feel like a poor imitation of that elf...

"Miss Lina's craftsmanship is really superb, even the best chef in the kingdom will be inferior in front of you." Xiaotong on the other side finished her breakfast with only a little bit, and praised.

"Eat more if it tastes good, you don't want to keep fit and control your diet, right?" Yitu stopped drinking the porridge, pinched the elf's arm with his restless right hand, "Yo, your body is quite strong. Don’t worry, it’s zero card if you didn’t say it!”

"No need, Mr. Brave, please eat with the next portion." Xiaotong patted Yitu's right hand and politely refused.

Lina naturally ignored the elf who had threatened him, and said to the brave man, "Yitu, Yitu, is my meal delicious?"

Lina looked at Yitu, as if there were little stars in her eyes, the twinkling big eyes were full of anticipation.

Looking at the girl's expectant face, the brave man turned his head in embarrassment, and admitted: "It's delicious, but such simple ingredients can make such a delicious breakfast, I have to accept it."

"Hey hey, of course." The witch who got the affirmation blushed, and put on a big smile at this moment, looking extremely proud.

"Miss Lina, there's nothing wrong with the house, right? The church seems to be chasing you and your companions." Xiaotong broke the warm atmosphere inappropriately, "This house shouldn't be yours, right?"

"Xiaotong?"

Yitu looked at Xiaotong, a little surprised. In his perception, the elf should not be such a low EQ person, at least he shouldn't ask this kind of question now.

Yitu has a feeling since he came back yesterday: Lina and Xiaotong are at odds with each other.

"Is it because Xiaotong took too much action yesterday, and Lina has a grudge? It's because Lina tried to steal money, and Xiaotong also has a grudge?"

The brave can only attribute all this to such a reasonable but not entirely reasonable reason.

"This house is indeed not mine. It is the home of my aunt who helped me. When we were desperate, she took us in for a night."

Lina lowered her head, her golden hair covering her expression.

"However, three days later, when I sneaked back to visit my aunt, she disappeared. I was so panicked that I ignored the danger of revealing my identity and asked the people around me, but they told me that she was chosen by the church. Became a member of the Church."

Lina continued: "We finally found her," a few tears fell on the table, "but not as our enemy, but as a corpse lying by the river in the outskirts of the city."

The witch wiped her tears in a panic, but she wiped more and more. Yitu handed out a tissue, stroked the girl's back with his hands, and comforted her: "It's all right now, we will help you, and the sad things will be over." Forget it."

Really, how this guy forcefully represents me, I don't want to care about this witch.

The elf looked at the crying girl coldly and thought to himself.

Still, I'd be more than happy to teach the church guys a lesson.

Lina's sobbing gradually calmed down, she raised her head in embarrassment, smiled reluctantly and said: "What's going on, crying is not suitable for me! Let's go to the cave of the monster. On the way, I will explain clearly about me. Everything about it, whether it's stealing your money or doing things against the church."

The witch looked at Yitu with unprecedented seriousness. "I hope you can join us, the more power the better!"

City-state church

"On the 13th, what is the status of the latest batch of members?" The woman's emotionless voice sounded, echoing in the huge church room.

"Is it number 12? Half of the people have severe rejection reactions, and they may not be able to survive today." The man who was called NO.13 said a little sadly. "What a pity, they are too weak to bear the gift."

The woman named NO.13 responded: "Your emotions are too rich. As a colleague, I have to remind you that this is dangerous."

"Understood, I will dedicate everything to His Majesty the Pope."

"Dedicate everything to His Majesty the Pope."

The two were talking piously, and they both silently stared at the sitting man in the huge oil painting hanging in the room - their Pope.