"Darling, and everyone, hurry up!!"
Mei Jiu, who was skipping in front, waved her hands and laughed at Eight-cloud Ink and the others behind her, attracting the attention of passersby.
Of course, because Eight-cloud Ink used a magic trick to conceal her real identity, no one recognized Mei Jiu as the famous singer.
"Seriously, it seems that Mei Jiu has been very excited ever since the Tianyang Ceremony …"
Ashina, who was holding Eight-cloud Ink's arm and carrying fresh vegetables from the supermarket, had a gratified and helpless smile on her face.
Mei Jiu had been too active recently.
And — —
"Why did Mei Jiu call you Darling? Did you do something behind my back? "
"No, I didn't …"
Eight-cloud Ink shook her head and smiled bitterly.
"Have we ever been apart since we came to this world?"
Ashina thought about it. Indeed, they hadn't.
Then, she suddenly felt her sleeve being pulled — —
Aistel tugged on Ashina's sleeve and pointed to a shop on the side of the road.
"Sister, what is that?"
Her tone was flat and monotonous.
But Eight-cloud Ink and Ashina, who had been together for a long time, could hear the curiosity in Aistel's voice.
They turned to look. It was a shop that was being decorated — with a huge pumpkin.
"Ah, it's a jack-o '-lantern … a jack-o' -lantern!"
Eight-cloud Ink smiled and patted Aistel's head.
"So, it's going to be Halloween soon."
"All Saints Day?"
Aistel tilted her head, not understanding what was going on.
Looking at the cute Aistel, Eight-cloud Ink couldn't help but hug the little girl and pinch her cheeks.
"Yes, on Halloween, Aistel can 'trick or treat'!"
“Trickortreat？”
"That's right — trick or treat! Also, there's a lot of pumpkin pies and toffee apples to eat that day! "
Aistel's eyes widened slightly.
Obviously, the little girl was tempted. She tightened her grip on the collar of Eight-cloud Ink.
"Da ah ah ah ah!!!"
Suddenly, Mei Jiu's voice sounded.
Unknowingly, Mei Jiu snuck in front of Eight-cloud Ink and pouted at Eight-cloud Ink.
"What are you talking about? She was the only one left outside! This is too much! "
Eight-cloud Ink and Ashina both burst into laughter.
Although her body was perfectly developed, and her breasts were so big that Kurumi's head could fit in them, sometimes, Mei Jiu was more like a child than Aistel.
"We're talking about Halloween. Speaking of which, Mei Jiu, do you have a concert on that day?"
"Nope!"
Mei Jiu shook her head.
"Darling, do you want to see it on that day? If you want, I'll arrange a concert for that day right away! "
"No need."
When Eight-cloud Ink was about to say something —
"Wuwuwuwuwu —!!!"
The sirens of spacetime tremors sounded from all over the street.
Spacetime tremors?!
Eight-cloud Ink immediately frowned.
"Oh, it's spacetime tremors …"
Mei Jiu pointed at her lips with her index finger and tilted her head. She didn't look worried at all.
"Is it Ye Juya and the others?"
Ye Juya and Xi Xian were currently looking after the café.
"Probably not."
Eight-cloud Ink put Aistel in Ashina's arms and said, "You guys go back first.
I'll go take a look. "
"Okay, I know."
"Darling, be careful!"
⑧
Using the gap, Eight-cloud Ink entered the Fraxinus. After getting the location of the spacetime tremors from Kotori, Eight-cloud Ink opened the gap again and appeared there.
"It really is … an elf that I've never seen before?"
This was a playground.
About one kilometer in diameter was flattened by the spacetime tremors.
Whether it was the buildings or anything else, they all disappeared without a trace.
On the south side of the spacetime tremors, there were all kinds of strange buildings standing there.
The tracks in the air were disconnected roller coasters and merry-go-round without a horse's head.
The rotating cup full of cracks and the mirror house in a half-broken state were all rusty and rusty.
Every single one of them was rusty and covered in moss. It didn't seem like it was caused by the spatial quake just now.
Obviously, this playground had been abandoned for some years.
The gloomy playground, combined with the mess around it and the fact that it was already dusk, looked like a "ghost playground".
Then, starting from a certain place, the originally ruined amusement park suddenly became an abstract gothic building. Graves with crosses arranged in a row. It was a space full of low-class fun.
"I hate this atmosphere …"
Walking in this space, Eight-cloud Ink snorted.
At this moment —
"Oh?"
There was a surprised exclamation in front of them.
Eight-cloud Ink looked up and saw a woman sitting on a cross under the orange sunset.
The woman was wearing a conical hat with a wide brim and the top folded to one side.
It was very similar to Marisa's hat.
"It's rare to meet a human outside of AST after being dragged to this world! And it's such a beautiful little girl. "
Well, it wasn't the first time they were mistaken. They weren't angry at all, not at all, really …
Eight-cloud Ink took a deep breath. If they had to be angry every time, they would probably have died of anger.
The elf giggled and jumped down from the cross.
She was wearing a spiritual outfit composed of orange like the sunset and black like the night sky.
She looked like she was in her early twenties. She had slender hands and feet, a full chest, and a perfect figure that even Mei Jiu couldn't compare to.
Then, under the brim of the hat, there was lustrous long hair.
Her beautiful emerald eyes were looking at Eight-cloud Ink.
For a moment, a strong sense of dissonance hit their hearts.
Eight-cloud Ink narrowed their eyes slightly.
The appearance of this elf in front of him … was fake.
"Hmm?"
The elf leaned her face over as if she wanted to size up Eight-cloud Ink.
Eight-cloud Ink could even see their own reflection in the elf's eyes.
Then, the elf's face became very strange.
"So beautiful … really beautiful …"
Saying so, the elf's face seemed to become a little pessimistic.
However, that was only for a moment.
"I'm Seven Sins. Well, I seem to be called a witch by you guys! "
"Then, this beautiful little girl, let me ask you a question."
"What question?"
"Do you think … I'm beautiful?"
Seven Sins stroked her plump lips and showed a somewhat seductive smile.
Eight-cloud Ink's mouth twitched. This elf obviously had a problem with her teeth …
Wearing a fake face and asking others if they were beautiful.
Could it be that their real appearance was extremely ugly?
Eight-cloud Ink didn't quite believe it. All the elves they had encountered so far were very beautiful girls. This made Eight-cloud Ink unanimously believe that it was impossible for an elf to be ugly.
However, judging from the elf's appearance, if they told the truth, something might happen, right?
Thinking of this, Eight-cloud Ink nodded.
"Hmm, 'this appearance' is indeed beautiful."
This appearance — this fake appearance was of course beautiful.
Hearing Eight-cloud Ink's praise — of course, she obviously didn't understand the real meaning — Seven Sins' eyes lit up.
Then, Seven Sins suddenly became lonely again.
"Sure enough, the current me … is very beautiful …"
[You also know that 'the current you' is very beautiful.]
Eight-cloud Ink criticized silently.
"Then, although I'm sorry, I'm a man. Seven Sins, right? I hope I won't make a mistake next time. "
"Huh?"
Seven Sins was obviously stunned.
Then, just as she was about to say something —
In the sky dyed red by the setting sun, several figures wearing mechanical armor appeared.
The people from AST had arrived.
"I still don't know your name …" Seven Sins suddenly asked.
"My name is Eight-cloud Ink."
"Oh, then Mojun, do you know AST?"
Eight-cloud Ink nodded.
"You know a lot! That's amazing! However, Mojun, it's better for you to leave first. If we fight later, I may not be able to protect you. "
"That's not necessary."
Eight-cloud Ink suddenly stepped forward and held Seven Sins' hand in surprise.
"Some things need to be explained slowly. Obviously, this is not a good place."
Then, the two figures entered the gap behind them and disappeared.
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