I Became Cinderella's Vicious Stepsister

Chapter 22



The wall lamp is quiet.

The girl sticks to the young man's hand, and they are almost close to each other.

The memory of the body is long-term and sensitive.

Liu Yu almost immediately recalled the night wind and the frost when she was entangled with vines last night.

When the sweat was dripping down, the heat and scald seemed to burn through her everything.

She felt the pain.

She subconsciously let go, but she clenched.

"Let's make it, Gaia." She said, "don't go back on it."

With his back against the long ladder of the upper and lower bunks, the young man "en":

"no repentance."

"It won't be finished until you give me the statue."

"Yes."

He said again.

"Oh, Gaia, I really like you, I love you so much."

"When do we start?"

"Now?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no --" she was almost incoherent with joy, "and she had to buy knives, statues, pens..."

Gaia pulled her hand away:

"belia, I should go."

"So fast?"

The girl looked reluctant.

"See you tomorrow, belia."

Gaia took the lead.

His tall and slender body soon disappeared behind the door, and the girl chased out:

"see you tomorrow! Gaia. "

Not long after Gaia left, Prince Carlo's men arrived.

She brought some of Mary's new dresses, including two washed petticoats, a mirror, and an aromatherapy lamp.

"Prince Carlo said," you can use the items on the list first. He has already sent people to purchase them. But there is not enough time. I'm afraid it will not arrive until tomorrow. If you need anything else, you can tell me

"Thank Prince Carlo for me."

Liu Yu took over the things and let people go.

[Oh, one is Lord Louis, another is Prince Carlo, and this great Mr. Leslie, oh, babe, you humans are so complicated. ]

mottled spread her wings and gave her a name without authorization.

She added water to its cage and buckwheat:

[why only Mr. Leslie added "great"? ]

[as soon as I get close to him, my heart will "pop and puff", babe, I think, I'm in love. ]

the spotted wings covered his face, and Liu Yu actually saw in the eyes of those black beans Shy?

"Mottled, don't forget, you are a male bird."

Liu Yu told it earnestly.

What's wrong with the male? Can't a male bird have the right to love?! ]Mottled hatefully complained to her, "the male bird is not as cunning as you human beings! Babe, you let him carve you a statue! Mr. Leslie must have never thought, babe, that you are impure! ]

speckled flapping wings:

[next time Mr. Leslie comes, I must tell him your conspiracy. You want him to touch you with his holy hands every day, and carve your appearance a little bit, cunning! You humans are so cunning! ]

Liu Yu smiles triumphantly and cunningly:

"that's a great idea, isn't it?"

After carving the stone statue, her appearance will be firmly engraved in his mind.

[yes, babe, you humans are the most shameless and cunning! ]

yelled in anger.

"So now you're in a cage, not a human. Good night, mottled. "

Mottled turned his head in disgust: I think natashi. ]

Liu Yu would like to tell the story of three family slaves to this unruly bird. Unfortunately, she is too tired.

She lit the aromatherapy lamp, turned over and fell asleep in the faint rose fragrance.

The quilt that has been exposed to the sun gives out the smell of fluffy sunshine.

She dreams of becoming a rose.

Roses have only four thorns, but they are always cheerful.

The little boy in a black tuxedo irrigated her carefully. He weeded the grass and caught the insects for her. He also brought the glass cover to protect her from the wind.

The rose grows and blooms.

She has also grown into a unique rose in the little boy's heart -

she is the only rose that the little boy has irrigated, caught caterpillars, and covered with glass. She is different from thousands of roses in the world.

……

Liu Yu woke up from her dream with a smile.

"Mottled! Mottled

Good morning, sloth. ]

"good morning, mottled."

The sunlight came in through the colorful windows. Liu Yu got up and looked in the mirror and found that the corners of her mouth were still up.

I must have had a beautiful dream. Unfortunately, I don't remember.Wash, make up, change clothes.

Mary's skirt is a little short, but the style is the latest in Soro.

The golden wave catches fluffy, the pure white fluffy skirt choking the golden silk, and the white feather wrist ornaments have a noble and lazy aesthetic feeling.

It's a pity that without an umbrella, the wound on his hand, and his gloves, Liu Yu felt a little sorry when he went out.

She likes to dress herself up, which usually brings her a good day.

"Belia."

At the door of the nunnery stood a tall, slender boy.

He changed into a white robe of stars and moons, wide robes and long mercurial hair. When his pale green eyes looked at her, he was in a trance and reminded her of the God who stepped on the stars and covered the mountains in the beads of memory -

"where did you get this dress?"

She asked curiously.

"Lord Bruce sent them, including those from the other day." Gaia came up and said, "belia Are you better today? "

"The medicine," he paused, "did you put it on?"

Liu Yu remembered how she had been hiding in the quilt last night. She was thick skinned and couldn't help blushing:

"well, I'll wipe it."

"Does it still hurt?"

“…… It hurts. "

"You want me to "

" no, I can walk by myself. "

The most important thing is, if this fluffy skirt is held up, the petal like skirt is crumpled, it is not good-looking.

Gaia looks at her in silence and bends her elbow:

"let's go."

Liu Yu put his hand into his arm, and they went to the food house side by side.

"What is dear Mr. Leslie going to do after fencing class?"

"Go to the temple to pray, and then to the library over there to kill time."

"Library?"

The library of the temple of light is the most abundant collection of books in Irvine.

The girl laughed:

"then I will go too!"

Liu Yu was not allowed to take part in fierce equestrian and fencing classes because of his "serious injury". He could only sit and watch.

What she didn't expect was that Gaia was allowed by Professor Marcel to go to fencing class with the directors of the second level.

"Belia, you --"

"- I'll be with you." She interrupted him. "You see, I can't move anything now. I'd better go and see you."

The fencing lessons of the directors are no longer pure fencing.

Liu Yu realized that the boundary between the Golden Knight and the white envoy actually started at the second level:

the principle is equivalent to the division of Arts and Science in the college entrance examination.

Those with strong physique and excellent swordsmanship, but not so smart, developed into bright knights.

The knights in the temple of light have actually passed the first round of screening.

Under the Golden Knights, there are silver Knights; above the Golden Knights, there are light Knights -

only in the temple of light.

However, those who are weak in constitution and not flexible enough in their hands and feet but are good at divinity will choose to be a divine envoy.

Under the white envoys, they were not called envoys, they were called servants. They were often low spirited, some became bards, and more were sent to small churches to preach. On the other hand, the white emissary is the cardinal, and above that, the Archbishop of the temple --

"what if he is good at fencing and divinity?"

Liu Yu asked the director next to him.

"This I'm afraid God will know The director shrugged. "How can one be good at fencing and divinity?"

"Why not?"

"I haven't seen it anyway."

Most of the people of Irvine are either strong enough to fire a flare, or they are good at using all kinds of magic arts, but they can't even wield a sword.

Those who can practice both can be counted in one hand, and -

are knights of light in the temple.

"I'm afraid you'll meet one today."

Liu Yu points to the tall and thin boy who is being called by the professor and smiles.

She had no doubt that Gaia had the ability.

Even if it's a model, it's not difficult to kill a novice village.

"He? Little Leslie? Come on, it's not a beauty pageant! I'm afraid he can't beat the worst moto in our class

"Moto, stand up! Let Miss Fergus see your muscles

The audience roared with laughter.

A strong man like a hill was red faced and at a loss.

The professor looked at it with a smile:

"little Leslie, Marcel said," you have a good skill, how about it? How about a fight with moto

The directors cheered"Moto, come on! Give him a good one

"Leslie, let's have some color, shall we? The one who wins will get a sincere kiss from Miss Fergus. How about that? "

Gaia tightened her mouth:

"not so good."

"Oh, little Leslie is not willing? Then we'll give one here too. Molly, you go up, and whoever wins, you go up and offer a kiss

A much smaller girl than belia was pushed up, with short blue hair, standing beside the hill like moto, looking very pretty.

She winked at Gaia:

"of course, if Mr. Leslie wins, I'm afraid I won't object to doing something else."

Liu Yu's face is almost black.

Her meat just took a bite, how can't wait to come up to share.

After all -

Gaia won, there was no suspense.

He wins, she kisses him and Molly kisses him.

If he loses, she has to kiss the hill in front of Gaia.

It's not a good deal, anyway.

Liu Yu even wanted to pull Gaia to turn around and leave --

but under such circumstances, it was very impolite to refuse to fight.

In this world, there are still some savage customs left among the nobles.

When people throw white gloves at you and propose a duel, either admit defeat or fight to death.

Those who refuse to fight will be regarded as cowards.

Therefore, those stubborn people with strong self-esteem died a lot in the history of aristocracy, but they all praised the reputation of "unyielding" by asking for benevolence and benevolence.

Moto shook his chest provocatively:

"Hey, lovely lamb, for the sake of beautiful miss Fergus, I won't let you

Gaia stood quietly, his long silver hair falling on the robe, and for this moment seemed too ethereal as if he were not here.

He stretched out his hand and slowly drew out his sword from the turret and made a "please" gesture towards his opponent:

"Mr. moto, please."

They moved almost at the same time.