On a new day, the light brain next to Arecio is still very quiet. He has finished the last finishing work of the new house. The small flowerbed in the yard has been fenced and signed, and the seeds are quietly waiting to sprout in the soil.

The saint gathered up the shovel and other tools, looked up at Arecio, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and covered the signs with his body intentionally or unintentionally.

Arecio has already rushed over happily.

"What flowers did you plant?"

Arecio stood at the edge of the flowerbed and looked inside. He had imagined what many of these flower species would look like when they grew up. Maybe they were roses, green leaves and red flowers, which seemed to be coated with gold powder when illuminated by the faint light; maybe they were tulips, which were colorful.

, arranged neatly and neatly in the flower bed; or some unique oriental flowers are also very gorgeous, he can accept it... Why is the psycho always blocking him?

The saint's face was expressionless, and he tried hard to block his sight with his body.

Arecio had an ominous premonition.

Soon, the ominous premonition became a reality, and he saw clearly the words on the signs——

【radish.】

【tomato.】

【potato.】

Arecio:…

His sweet dream was shattered!

"I can only grow vegetables." The saint said calmly, "Growing vegetables is also more economical."

Arecio was still looking at him in disbelief. What happened to the temple? He thought that the hunters trained by the temple should also be that kind of... that kind of unworldly, crazy people who have used "knowledge" one after another.

The two things "cooking vegetables" and "growing radishes in the flower garden" completely subverted his cognition.

This was something he didn't know ten thousand years ago. After all, he and the psycho had been together less and less often, and they had never lived together like they do now.

"Didn't you plant any flowers?" Arecio felt deeply frustrated, but he didn't say that he would dig out the seeds. After all, the house had its share of lunatics. If he was willing to plant radishes, then... plant radishes.

Bar……

The saint looked at him quietly, then suddenly bent down, picked out one of the unused signs piled on the ground, took out the paint pen, and handed it to Arecio.

"I originally planned to let you write it."

"There are roses planted against the wall."

The oil paint pen was handed to Arecio's direction again, and Arecio came to his senses and took the pen blankly. The saint held the sign to make his writing more convenient.

Western Europe slowly began to write down the word "rose" of their time.

The oil paint pen turned out to be colorful. Aresio thought it looked a bit good, but the saint beside him raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This is a pen that can sense emotions. You are in a really good mood."

Arecio was so worried that he returned the pen to him with a little embarrassment. The saint indicated that he could go into the flower garden and take a look at the area where the roses were planted. Arecio hesitated for a moment, but walked in and leaned against him.

Squat down halfway against the wall.

The moist soil had obviously just been turned over. Arecio looked at the soil, and in his ears the saint was saying that when the seeds germinate, the gray curtain should be removed for a few hours every day so that the plants can see the light. In these ordinary fields

During the narration, Arecio seemed to see how roses grew out of the soil, slowly climbed up the wall, and bloomed with brilliant red and white flowers. He smiled at the scene he imagined.

"It'll look great," he said.

"certainly."

Arecio was a little happy and touched the two candies in his pocket.

"Give me your hand." He said to the saint, who looked at him.

"You are hungry?"

no!

The saint spread his palm in front of Arecio. Arecio took out two candies from his pocket. One dropped vertically and fell into the saint's hand, while the other stayed in his own palm. At the medical office.

After the physical examination, he was still wary of his mental illness and was unwilling to expose even his hobbies. Who would have thought that they could share candies now?

"It seems that no matter how the times change, people's designs for candies are always the same." Arecio grabbed one end of his candy. The candy was wrapped in golden paper, and the two ends were tightened. When eating, you only need to tug to eat it.

, Arecio somehow liked the process of eating this kind of candy, both before and now.

"It needs to be cute, shiny, and a little interactive when eating... I really like the process of pulling the candy wrappers."

When Lucius heard this, he first looked at the candy in his hand, and then at Arecio's candy. The low wall was still empty at this time, but the illusive rose was swaying between them, casting mottled shadows.

film.

He spoke slowly.

"Yours seems bigger?"

Arecio:???

Mass-produced candies, size comparison? He was so baffled that he simply threw the candies in his hand over and let the other party compare.

"What? My big one?"

"...It looks like it's my imagination."

The saint returned the candy to him, and Arecio was about to taunt him when he suddenly felt something was wrong and looked down at the candy in his hand in disbelief.

The two tightened ends have been pulled apart.

"..."

How the hell are you... giving you candy and still being such a bitch?!

He was so angry that he turned around and left. Of course, even at this time he was jumping up and down, taking care not to step on the crazy tomatoes, radishes and potatoes.

The saint was still standing in the middle of the flower garden, turning the paint pen in his hand several times. He lowered his eyes and looked at the rose sign, leaned over and drew a string of roses on the sign. The colorful rose patterns combined the colorful rose names.

Surrounded in the middle, among the naked tomato and radish signs, it is particularly conspicuous.

Tomato&radish&potato:……

I understand, Qiangwei is my biological child, right?

Even though he was angry, Arecio still had to act together with the psycho. When they returned to the childcare center, they had already come to work. Ellie originally said that they would rest for a few days, but neither Arecio nor Lucius,

I didn't feel very tired at all.

It's really just about physical fitness.

At this time, Arecio and Ellie were going to the reserved empty room. When they passed the corner, they suddenly stopped and then continued walking forward without incident.

Across a corridor, I covered my mouth with my wide sleeves, and the paper talisman hung down to cover one eye. He breathed a small sigh of relief, and the paper talisman flew up and down. Suddenly he felt that this was very interesting, and he couldn't help blowing it.

Blow, and blow again, and I stayed there happily for a long time before suddenly remembering that I was not here to blow!

He also wants to follow Arecio!

On the other side, Ellie noticed Arecio's movements and glanced at him doubtfully.

"It's okay, are Helgodon and Lucy here?" Arecio asked. He had already separated from the psychopath and planned to let the two dark creatures with weak limbs run around to improve their physical fitness today.

"Already arrived. Special mention, Helgodon came here by himself today!" Ellie looked elated, "It's crooked and very cute!"

"Hmm." Arecio said very indifferently, "How far have you walked?"

"It's twenty meters long!"

"..."

Arecio really wants to emphasize to the conservation center that you are raising wolf cubs, not pig cubs!

"Piggy" stood proudly in front of Arecio. He felt that he must be praised for his walk today, so he raised his fluffy head high and waited for a pat on his head.

.

But Arecio pinched his face.

"Ouch? Ouch! Ouch!"

The wolf cub was puzzled and made a series of aggrieved sounds. His caregiver Darph reflexively wanted to come over and touch him, but Arecio shook his head.

"Twenty meters is too short, you can't touch it."

The wolf cub drooped its ears, thought deeply, and stretched out a paw.

"Not even fifty meters, you have to add a zero."

"Ouch?" Zero fifty?

"……five hundred!"

The wolf cub was so frightened that he clamped his tail between his legs, shook his head desperately, twitched his ears along with it, and made a whimpering sound from his mouth.

"I haven't asked you to transform into a human yet. It's only five hundred meters away. You won't be tired." Arecio was unmoved. He nodded slightly to Zhu Heng, who came here specially to prevent the dark creature from having physical problems, and continued to talk to the wolf cub.

Coercion and inducement.

The young witch stood aside quietly, seemingly normal, but she was holding something tightly in her hand.

Under Arecio's force, the wolf cub had no choice but to accept his fate. Darph next to him breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but yawned. Arecio saw that her eyes were obviously blue and black.
To be continued...