. "Okay, then now you will talk to the master, your little head has come up with the attention that you have not found?"

Nalan habitually hit Robben: "What does it mean to pay attention to it without any reservation? Nalan can think about it for a long time and then discuss it with the teacher before coming to the result."

Robben quickly showed a serious look: "Okay, what is the result of this after thinking about Nalan for a long time and then discussing with the teacher?"

"Master, you make fun of me." Nalan began to sing her teeth and claws.

After laughing and making a fuss, Nalan used her fingers to "comb" Roben's hair maliciously and said, "Master, it has been a hundred years since Nalan left. The war between gods and demons is imminent. Although I have worked hard to learn magic and knowledge with Paris in the past century, and the strength of the witches on Sarast's side has also improved amazingly, but... there are still some things missing. Without such things, it is difficult for the witches to achieve outstanding merits in the war between gods and demons."

As soon as Nalan said, Robben sighed in his heart, Demon clan... This damn race with a long life said that the war between gods and demons was not far away, but until now, he has not seen a hair from the gods...

"What's missing?"

Nalan sniffed out two words: "Flag—Bian"

"Flag?" Robben didn't understand.

Nalan said with his eyes flashing: "Master, in the current demon world, there is no witch army organization. The witches are all joining the legions as temporary organizations as scouts, or some mobile teams. Even if the troops composed purely of witches do not have any organization, they are temporarily mobilized. The witch tribe... does not even have a flag on the battlefield."

"You mean... want to form a witch unit, have a number and a flag"

"Yes, if there is no witch's own flag, the merits they have received on the battlefield are all from others. The role of the witch is only mentioned when these troops are commended. Until now, there are very few witches with outstanding strength. If they are scattered into other teams, I think it will be difficult for the witch tribe to make a difference in this battle between gods and demons."

Robben nodded. Although Robben himself didn't understand these things very much, it made sense to Nalan.

"Then let's form a troops, what else can I discuss?" Robben looked at Nalan strangely.

Nalan was both angry and funny, and beat Robben up in a slight and heavy manner: "Not as simple as the master thought, now there is no formed organization in the witch family. It is very difficult to get from scratch."

Robben scratched his head: "What should we do?"

Nalan grinned and showed a conspiracy-like smile. Robben couldn't help but shrink his neck. When Nalan smiled like this, it means he was planning to plot against him.

Holding Roben's neck intimately, Nalan smiled and said, "Master, this depends on the master's efforts."

"How can I work hard with my efforts?"

"Master, do you think, whose hands are the troops in the Demon World holding?"

Robben's answer without hesitation: "Black Emperor"

Nalan knocked Roben's head with ambition, and then couldn't help but giggle because of his actions: "Master is so stupid. Lord Black Emperor is in charge of everything in the demon world. Nalan is talking about it more specific."

"That's the Demon King." Robben was downgraded by one level directly, and if it was wrong, he planned to say lord.

"Yes," Nalan cheered, hugged Robben's head and kissed, "The master is still very smart."

Robben wondered: "But what does this have to do with forming the witch's army?"

Nalan said with an old pedantic look on his face: "Master... the master... the steward of the demon world is actually the demon king. They are in charge of their own territory. Their main task is to defend against the invasion of the gods and have the strongest control over the army. So... if they add numbers and flags, they will definitely pass if they speak."

Robben rolled his eyes and understood immediately. He reached out and pinched Nalan's face and said, "Okay, you're going to hit the master."

Nalan laughed: "Only the master is easy to deal with, so of course Nalan will come back to find the master."

"If this is the case, should I go and find that damn woman?" Robben glared.

"Well" Nalan nodded without hesitation, "Only a number and a flag are needed. Under the control of a demon king, it is second. Of course, it is the most ideal if it is under the command of a demon king who can act conveniently."

"It will be convenient for this woman to act. Maybe she will wait for an opportunity to retaliate against us. Our witch has beaten her soul controller miserably over the years."

"Well~~~ Lord~~~ Man~~~" Nalan looked at Robben's eyes, his tone shrank.

"What are you doing? What's this strange tone?"

With a "bang", Nalan hit Robben's forehead with her head and asked, "Master, our door's Sarast is very far from the damn woman's territory. Don't you think we've been there too often?"

"Ah? This..."

"And every time the master goes there, he will definitely disappear from everyone's sight for a while."

"Um……"

"And when you come back... you will have a special fragrance on your body - the fragrance on your woman's body."

"What? Nalan, you are talking nonsense again"

"No, later Nalan also collected the spices that the damn woman liked to use. As expected, the fragrance that the owner brought with him every time he came back."

Robben was speechless.

Nalan showed a big smile of victory, and staggered the beginning and pressed it against Robben's cheek and continued, "But that's nothing... Since the master always secretly goes to the damn woman, it means that the master doesn't like her, and he says he does that kind of thing every time?"

"Well……"

"At a glance, you will know that the teacher is right. Men are really bad things."

Robben couldn't say a word.

"But... except for my master, no matter what the master is... Nalan's favorite master, and Nalan is somewhat relieved. The master did not like men either... If he didn't want women for two hundred years, then the master would really worry about Nalan..."

Roben's face turned a little green...

After pausing, Nalan whispered: "But... she still has some small regrets. The master doesn't want Nalan, her mother, she doesn't want the patriarch, she doesn't touch the witch around her... The master must be suffering the pain of parting in the future every day..."

Robben took a breath slowly: "Naran, sorry..."

"No" Nalan shook her head, "Maybe this is the best..."

As he said that, Nalan raised her head and smiled: "That damn woman looks annoying. The master helped Nalan bully her, so he breathed a sigh of relief. The master was not allowed to treat her as well as we were, do you know?"

Robben couldn't help but laugh: "I know."

"Well, that's right, now we're back to the topic." After being interrupted, Nalan thought for a while before saying: "My teacher and I think that if we want to get enough benefits in the war of gods and demons, then a flag exclusive to the witch is an indispensable thing. So this time I came back to let the master get some permission from the damn woman. Nalan and the teacher want to form a team of witches under the woman's command."

To be honest, Robben was a little surprised by this idea, and he had never considered this issue before. Now that Nalan proposed it, he felt it made sense.

"Well... this seems to be a good note, but... is it really okay to be under that woman?" Robben asked with some concern.

Nalan smiled and said, "The teacher also thinks it's inappropriate, but isn't there a master here? In my opinion, that damn woman must be fascinated by the master. The master often helps Nalan say nice things in private..."

Robben was speechless for a moment. Why did he feel like he was going to sell his lust...

Nalan continued: "And, in addition to this, the possibility of establishing a team of witches in a short period of time is very small, and this... is also the only way."

"Well..." Robben thought for a while and nodded directly, "Okay, I'll go and ask that damn woman soon."

Nalan reached out and poked Robben's lips: "It's time to call the Queen now, be careful that the damn woman won't agree."

Robben laughed: "Then you still call me"

Nalan raised her neck and said with confidence: "It's not Nalan who wants to ask that damn woman. Of course, she will call her whatever she wants."

Robben was speechless again.

Looking at Robben's appearance, Nalan chuckled proudly and said softly: "Master, now that the matter is over, don't be fooled. Let Nalan kiss her twice, don't run away."

After a while of chasing and fighting, Nalan finally grabbed Robben and rolled to the ground, still laughing, the two of them simply lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling of the house together.

After a long time, Nalan suddenly spoke out: "Actually... I really feel now that every day can be as precious as before..."

Turning over his body, Nalan leaned against Robben's body and put his head on Robben's chest: "It's such a luxury for a witch to stay with his master like this and enjoy his warm embrace."

Robben hugged Nalan and smiled softly: "Is that true?"

"Well... in the past century, Nalan realized that the life Nalan had been living was different from most witches. They had no masters, and most witches with masters were better than not... They were only cold and darkness that accompanied them, which was completely different from Nalan's life. Every time they saw these Nalan, they felt heartbroken, and at the same time... because Nalan had a good master who could do whatever he wanted, and could ignore the consequences..."

"Naran, you've really grown up..."

"Hate, Nalandu is over 200 years old and has grown up long ago."

"Haha...yes, but for the witch, she is still a little girl at the age of two hundred."

"So what? Nalan is growing up." Nalan pinched Roben's arm hard...

"Naran, where is Nya? Why didn't they come back together this time?"

After hearing this, Nalan was slightly silent.

Robben looked at Nalan strangely: "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Nalan immediately shook his head and denied it, but did not say much. Seeing this, Robben did not ask questions and waited quietly.

It took a long time for Nalan to say softly: "This time, my mother didn't want to come back. My mother said that this life was given by the master's favor, but for the sake of the tribe, my mother did something that was sorry to her. Now she has no shame to come back to see her master. When everything is over, she will come to apologize again."

Robben immediately frowned: "That's what Nya said?"

"Um"

"Tsk... where is she now? Before I go to find that damn woman, go find her and scold her well." Robben was a little angry.

Nalan smiled softly and said, "Master, there is no need. We have been together for so long, and the master also knows his mother. Mother and Nalan have different ideas. Regarding Paris, my mother has always felt guilty and should have been with her. But this time I have been away for a hundred years. Although I only have a short time to meet my mother, every time I mention the master, my mother is very depressed. My mother feels that she has done something wrong, but she has no choice."

"Well, forget that Niya has such a personality. I won't scold her anymore, but it's still necessary to talk to her. Tell me earlier. It turns out that Niya is still feeling guilty for so long. It's really not worth it."

Nalan pursed her lips, suddenly rolled up, stood up, spread and ran aside for two steps, got back with a bottle of wine, twisted off the bottle cap and pulled Robben up from the ground.

Sitting down against Robben, Nalan seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't get out for a moment, but Nalan saw an uncontrollable joy on Nalan's face.

After a long time, Nalan opened her mouth and kept her mouth shut several times and said, "Master, the master knows why his mother doesn't come, and is Nalan back?"

Robben wondered, this wasn't what he said just now: "Naran, aren't we just talking about this?"

"I'm so stupid, of course I'm talking about other reasons."
To be continued...