Forty The perverted lolita controls the male protagonist's shame and favorability strategy

The eyes that were closed just before the sun had just fallen into the horizon, but unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, the sun had already begun to slowly rise from the horizon... In this way, it seemed that the night had become relatively short, just like the candle dragon that opened its eyes for day and closed its eyes for night.

But in reality, it is not something extraordinary. After all, such sunrise will come as scheduled every day. If you really want to say that it is the most punctual, then there is only this that may be the constant sunrise and sunset before the end of the world... Of course, there is no annual leave, maternity leave or something.

It is like a spectacular color that dyes the sky red, slowly swallowing the dark night sky, and what will be revealed next is bright daytime - but unfortunately, not everyone can enjoy this spectacular natural scene... At least people who are still sleeping in bed and sleeping in bed are not blessed to enjoy it. This is a reward for the hardworking people?

The rough wooden sword cut the slightly cold air flow in the morning. Although it was a dull sword blade, it still fell into the boy's hands like a weapon that could cut into thick leather armor. Any swordsman would practice wielding his sword and reveal it again in the boy's hands. The thick calluses in the fingers of the sword made the boy's hands rough, but this was a certain medal for any swordsman.

The sunrise sunlight fell on the back of Alan, who was standing in the backyard practicing swords, and helped him dispel a hint of chill, as if he was slowly relying on the beautiful underage girl behind him. The soft and warm body temperature was conveyed into the boy's heart through his thin clothes - perhaps this is the killing that the girl named "Chuchen" gave to every hard-working person?

But since everyone has a share, then this guy really doesn't know how to check it out! Is the meat tool?! If Rorona again at this time, she might have said such a terrible word... Fortunately, she is still lying in the bedroom now, right? Alan sighed and thought.

Because of the time before, Simo was seriously injured... Although it was related to the other party's appearance of being able to go to the kitchen to steal food in the middle of the night, the statement of "serious injury" became questionable, but since it was an injury that almost all the whole body was cut open, then let's regard her as a serious injury for the time being? Therefore, the group had to stay for the time being.

Even Rorona didn't know whether the other party would come to them after they got what they wanted, but the only thing Alan knew was that even as companions, they were no longer safe - probably the feeling of being shot while lying down.

But this is impossible. Interpersonal relationships are something like a net-like connection... Moreover, I also realized my shortcomings from the previous battles. If I was so complacent just because of the previous level increase, then it would be a big mistake.

He continued to wave the wooden sword in his hand. In the cool weather, sweat had already wet Alan's forehead and fell down to the ground along his chin. He raised the wooden sword. Just as he was about to swing it down again, he suddenly stopped his movements - because a black shadow suddenly flashed past him.

"Okay, look? The fingers have been hit all, right?" Rorona said, as if she wanted to explain that she was really busy in the kitchen. She stretched out her hands and brought them to Allen. Her tender fingers seemed to be shining with clean brilliance in the morning sun...

Although I don’t know why the other party was obsessed with this, Allen still looked carefully for a while and finally said mercilessly: “No, I can’t see at all…”

Moreover, when it comes to the ability to use weapons, Rorona is no worse than a formally trained swordsman? As for kitchen knives, it can of course be regarded as a kind of weapon... In this way, the regular swordsman is damaged by his own weapons? It is simply unreasonable! Allen couldn't help but think, and he made sure that Rorona was fooling her attention again.

"Ah, what a fool, how could an ordinary sword hurt me? Although there will be no trace, you just need to know that I actually hit my finger because I worked hard to cook!" Rorona couldn't help but glance at Allen and said casually, probably the meaning of "You can just believe what I said!"

...What kind of domineering statement is this? Since my doubts are useless, there is no need to explain them to me, right? Allen thought speechlessly, and then he reluctantly agreed to her statement. Anyway, such a setting is actually irrelevant at all, right?

"But forget it, I believe you cooked in the kitchen for the time being, then?" Allen asked angrily, looking up at the sky, as if today's morning exercise time had already unknowingly talked to this guy, and it passed away from his fingertips like sand on the beach, and sighed helplessly.

"Fish porridge." Rorona replied as if she were to be.

Alan: Ah?

"Fishing porridge! Simo likes to eat fishing porridge, and patients want to eat porridge and other easy-to-digest things. Don't you know?" Rorona said with a look of a fool's expression.

Ha? It's weird to understand, right? Or it's even harder to understand. Alan thought a little bit, and suddenly realized that from the beginning, his role was just to stand aside and listen to her nonsense. Moreover, why did this guy suddenly treat Simo so well? Didn't he always treat Simo as a consumable such as a battery?

After saying this, Rorona's face suddenly became gloomy again, just like the sky that was about to rain heavily, with no sunshine at all, and incompatible with her own words before.

"Si Mo's injury... is very serious." After a moment of silence, he said it heavy.

"Ah? Didn't I just jumped around yesterday?" Allen said he couldn't understand. Indeed, before he fell asleep in the middle of the night, he could vaguely hear the sound of walking into the kitchen with his hands and feet. It's basically self-evident that the guy who walked secretly into the kitchen at such a time? It seems that because of his injury last night, Alicia forbidden her from eating meat?

However, as soon as Allen's questioning words were spoken, Rorona answered in a way that she could not tolerate it.

"Idiot! That's just pretending! Why is Simo like you ordinary siblings? Simo is a black dragon! Even if you are seriously injured, you can't cry in front of low-level creatures! The dignity of the dragon clan is also!" At the same time, he pointed at Allen, forcing him to have the idea of ​​"I am an ordinary human, and I'm really sorry that I don't have the dignity of the dragon clan at all?"

No, I almost cried when I bandaged last night. Allen murmured in his heart, but after realizing that it was very unwise to question Rorona's words, he let out a sigh, gave up his deep scrutiny on this point and said, "Forget it, what about the conclusion? It should be nothing serious, right?"

When asked this, Rorona's eyes suddenly lit up, and she suddenly raised her breasts with a parameter, and said proudly: "Of course! I have turned it into an impossible alchemist!"

"Oh... that's really amazing." Allen exclaimed disapprovingly and said perfunctorily, pulling up the wooden sword inserted on the ground, and starting to ignore the guy and continue practicing today.

"But..." Without caring about Alan's disapproving expression, Rorona continued, and at the same time, he changed the subject: "When it comes to the patient's recovery, it turns out that mood is also very important!"

"Oh?" Allen pretended to hear something amazing, and exclaimed as if he was very much in agreement. At the same time, he raised the wooden sword in his hand and slowly waved it down - he completely regarded the Rorona next to him as a ball of talking air, and was speaking language that he could not understand at all.

"Or why do you think I would cook for her with my own hands?" As if he was completely unwilling to care about Allen's approach, Rorona said enthusiastically.

"Oh... I really can't tell it. Did you think about your companions unexpectedly?" Allen exclaimed disapprovingly.

"But, this is not enough?" Speaking of this, Rorona's figure suddenly became low, just like the old witch who encouraged His Highness to eat the poisonous apple. This seemed to have a hint of storm, which made Alan, who was practicing wielding his sword next to him, had to stop his movements.

Ah? Is there really nothing good? This time I want to prepare many expensive ingredients for her? And according to her rare patience, she told me for so long... I'm afraid the price will not be cheap? This guy charges by seconds. Alan murmured that he had already made plans to be cheated.

"You want to see something that makes her feel happy... Therefore!" Rorona slowly raised her chest and said it with confidence. The following words were completely out of Allen's expectations. At this time, the other party looked like a "famous doctor". At this time, Allen couldn't help but shout "Old military doctor, my illness is saved!"?

However, the following words immediately made his heart fall to the bottom...

"Allen, you will be the last medicine - change into a cat-eared maid outfit and deliver my carefully prepared fish fillet porridge to the seriously injured and dying Simo!"

Alan: "Ah...ahhhh!!!!"

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Allen swallowed. At this time, he was in a desperate situation that was more dangerous than when he was frozen by Star. If a mistake before would easily lead to his life, then he would be defeated if he had a mistake now...

Calm down, calm down, Rorona shouldn't know the "magic girl incident" in the fairyland at that time! Coincidence, just a coincidence that she had on a whim! He thought so, and asked tremblingly: "Why... why? What made you think like this? Of course, this does not mean what I am considering."

"Don't you understand? Every time Simo sees something she has never seen in the human world, her eyes lit up with interest, right?" Rorona said as if she were naturally questioned, and she couldn't help but question it. Of course, what she said is indeed true?

"Although this is true, is there any connection?" Allen murmured, starting to feel his saliva dry, and he couldn't help but wonder if his thinking was completely led by the other party?

"Of course! Of course, such interesting things are also something that interests her! And... I'm thinking about you?" Rorona said.

Allen: "Ah?"

"Simu is cute, right? I want to increase my favorability, but I can't make her interested in you except food, right?!" Rorona asked slowly in a tone of "I know you very well". At this time, she seemed to be in a tent stall in the square, covering her face completely in the hood of the hood, and seeing through everything in front of her.

"Well, that's right...but do you have any good methods?" Allen asked strangely, but as soon as he spoke, he immediately realized something wrong - no, why did I tell Rorona about such things? Moreover, what's the conversation that happened when two abductors gathered together?

Listening to the expected answer, Rorona smiled: "In this way, you must not miss this opportunity! Use this opportunity to make her think you are very interesting! And while you make such a shameful act, your desire to get you back as soon as possible will also be conveyed to the other person's heart..."

"In other words, at that time, Simo's favorability towards you will rise steadily!" Finally, he raised his hands and said loudly. The sudden sound alarmed countless birds staying on the trees.

Although I didn't know what was going on, I seemed to notice something vaguely. Allen swallowed - that was a really amazing idea, completely different from any strategy plan he had seen? But why did he understand this matter so quickly?

Is this the male protagonist template for the harem mode game that Rorona mentioned before? Unexpectedly, she also had such a thing. Allen thought with shock and spoke in a nasty way: "Also...that is to say?"

"That's right, in this incident, the degree of shame determines the increase in favorability!" Rorona responded with her hands and said firmly. At this moment, her slender body seemed to have become great in an instant?

"This is called - the perverted lolita-controlled male protagonist's shame and favorability to capture the grand strategy!"

Alan: Na…Nani?!!!
Chapter completed!