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So it's so hot, so hot, and so hot.

So sad.

Is heat such an uncomfortable feeling?

……Yes.

Because this is love.

Love that melts into one.

Melt all with fire-like enthusiasm, and merge into one love.

Every drop of blood, every piece of flesh, every breath, is as hot as fire.

When I think of the blood flowing out of the heart, my body can't stop the fever.

The whole body was scorching hot as if it was burning.

Throw into the scorching heat in the flames.

so……

"Why——! Why are you not here! Where have you been!"

"Where are you!"

The yelling in the exhausted hoarse was engulfed by flames.

In the scorching hell, her empty eyes were flushed red by the fire, as if even the eyes were full of fire.

But-she can't see her "flame".

Never see.

forever……

…………

"Go away! Where did you hide her!"

The living room, which seemed to have become an ice cellar, was located in the warmth sheltered by the three flame pillars.

Xia Ming, who was holding Lixiang, couldn't help but smashed his mouth.

"Qinghime's head is burnt, right? Isn't such a big ice cube invisible?"

"She has always been like this."

Skaha shook his head.

"When Lixiang wakes up, she can calm down."

Upon hearing this, Xia Ming turned his eyes to the face of the girl in his arms.

He blinked his eyes, and again shamelessly rubbed his cheek up while others hadn't woken up.

This is a strong man, Xia Ming dared not do such a thing in front of others when he was awake.

Will be hammered head.

Regarding Xia Ming's blatant flashing of dog food, iron fist...Bah.

The saint Marda nodded her chin thoughtfully.

Normally she should be a little embarrassed, but now, she feels like she's ready to move.

Taking out his fingers, he was about to move.

Well, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Hands are not used like this.

At least you have to hold a weapon...Ah!

The Lord Saint, who was annoyed by her impulse, couldn't help holding her head and became decadent.

"Master Jacob, Master Moses, please forgive me..."

Xia Ming, who was wiping the oil upright, raised his head and looked a little strangely at Malda, who had folded his hands in vain and prayed.

"Jacob, Moses..."

If he remembers correctly, the latter is the prophet saint who separates the ocean, and the former is the one who wrestles with God...

"Tsk."

"Um?"

Skaha raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xia Ming.

The latter noticed and then looked back innocently.

There is no guilty conscience. He didn't say the word ‘old woman’ again this time.

And the reason for the smack is not Skaha.

"People are small and big..."

Skaha, who was puzzled, shook his head and whispered softly.

Although I don't know why, it's the right thing to put the pot on Xia Ming's head.

She suddenly remembered that Lixiang had said such a sentence yesterday.

"How long will she wake up?"

Thinking of what his master once said, Skaha asked naturally.

"You don't know how poisonous your eyes are, how could I know?"

Xia Ming curled his lips in response and said that he didn't have the consciousness that his eyes should be better.

However, he really didn't know when Lixiang would wake up.

Although the reason why the girl fainted was the broken cup she took out.

However, Xia Ming only had a little knowledge of the detailed use or side effects of that thing.