Chapter 134 Starry Light Accompanied by the dawn

There are only a few tears, but they are as crystal and seem to fall to the ground.

The light flashed with the mysterious crystal light, as if the person full of sorrow was drunk and hazy, looking at the double stars in the starry sky in a daze and sad way. Mora didn't ask the girl why she cried. I'm afraid that complicated feelings are difficult to describe in words.

The pain of running away, the pain of losing loved ones, or the indifference of loved ones, and the changes in today's life, all the storms are piled up on the little girl's heart, which has matured a weak heart, but thinking about the almost unprecedented childhood happiness, is this kind of growth a kind of growth? Blessings.

The girl who often laughed and cried soon dried her tears, as if the beads of water splashed on the ground were just the juice dripping from the soup plate.

A smiling face.

"It's night. Let's go and have a rest. Tomorrow will be a good day." Mora took the girl's hand and walked back to the bedroom.

The waiter in the hotel has already set up a small bed. At this time, Nigra is a hot summer. Even near the seaside, there is still an annoying heat steam, but all this is not confusing for Mora and Coco.

The little girl is indeed very talented in spells. Although she has only studied for a few days, many spells that can be used with almost no magic can be used - such as small fire, ice water, dust removal (feng shui mixing) and other life spells.

Looking at the little girl excitedly busy in the room, Mora smiled and praised her for learning a few spells quickly and would definitely become a great mage in the future. Coco is very happy and wants to perform what she has learned more and more. So there was wind and water and fire in the room. If Mora hadn't set up a boundary secretly, I'm afraid it would have shocked other passengers.

After all, a mage lives next door and is constantly casting spells, which is enough to make the warriors get up from ** and get out of the hotel. Finally, Coco finished testing all the spells and lay breathlessly on **. Although these spells do not require magic power, they also need to consume energy. The little girl who has used them all over once fell asleep before Mora could tell her a story.

Mora looked at the girl helplessly, touched her soft hair with pity, took off her shoes for the little girl, and then made the bed for her. For a moment, she was excited and forgot that the girl who told her to do nothing about using her energy to cast spells at one time.

Mora is not clear, but as a power beyond ordinary existence, Mora saw the omission of the girl's behavior at a glance, but Mora did not stop her.

In some mage's notes, a relatively extreme practice method is recorded. Using all your mana and spirit at one time, and then wait until you recover, it will greatly increase the mage's mana and spirit. This method of cultivation once became a secret skill, but later more people found it.

But more than ten years later, people discovered the fatal flaw of this cultivation method. That kind of cultivation that seems to stimulate potential is actually overdrafting the potential of life. Many talented mages use this cultivation method, so that their lives are greatly shortened.

In some learning stages that require time, many mages have to try their best to make up for this deficiency because of the shortening of their life expectancy. However, the effect was not good, so this method was rejected later.

However, this defect is not a problem for Mora. He held Coco's little hand, soft and soft, like a piece of marshmallow. Mora slowly crossed a trace of divine power, which was just the power transformed by the pearl of the world.

Because he is aware of the changes in the Kingdom of God, Mora is always very careful when using the divine power to prevent the breath and power of the divine power in his body from spreading out. Later, Mora found that as long as his divine power yearns for the pearl of the world and prepares for the creation of the world, the divine power after it comes out is the kind of attributeless divine power that changes according to his mind, and there is no respect, vastness and great dignity of the supreme divine power.

And this increase in time also makes Mora look more like a mage, and it takes time to mobilize mana analysis factors to make spells.

As soon as the mind moves, the divine power slowly penetrates into Coco's body. The moment she entered the girl's body, everything in the girl's body was reflected in Mora. Although the girl's life has improved a lot recently, the rift and diseases caused by blood force that have not been adjusted have made the girl's body full of scars.

Mora's slow operation of magic power restored the dark wounds in the girl's body little by little. Because it is not the effect of the supreme divine power, every healing effect is the result of his own mental concentration. Every place needs to consume his great spirit, but such trouble is nothing compared with Mora's love for cocoa.

The effect of magic therapy is obvious. During this period, Coco's life has been greatly improved, and her face is not the kind of distressing paleness, but with vitality. Unfortunately, that rosy is just a kind of health similar to the return of light, with an empty illusion.

Now, after being treated by Mora, Coco's face appears a truly healthy and soft light, emitting a charming light - that is a hymn of the growth of life. After cleaning up the dark wounds in the little girl's body, Mora rested for a while, and then concentrated on restoring the girl's spirit. The brain is the most sophisticated existence, and any mistake will lead to unimaginable consequences.

Put down the girl's hand, Mora gently raised the girl's head, spread her soft and gentle long hair, and then gently put down the girl's head.

Coco opened her eyes, big, round, watery, bright, looking straight at Mora, as if she wanted to put everything into it.

The faint yellow candlelight in the room shone on the two people, warm and warm. The little girl's body is hidden under the almost translucent silk bed quilt, and she can't see the tenderness that belongs to the little girl, so this scene looks like a husband sitting on his wife's ** staring at her pulse, which is extremely affectionate.

Mora smiled gently and lowered her head slowly, with a deep starry sky in her eyes. Coco held the corners of her mouth and then closed her eyes. He raised his head slightly, like a chick waiting to be fed.

Mora smiled and lowered her head and kissed Coco's forehead. The girl opened her eyes discontentedly, stared at Mora, raised her hand and gently hit Mora. Then he closed his eyes again. Mora gently pressed her hand on the girl's head, "Don't move around. I'll clean up your previous bruises for you."

The girl is obedient and motionless. Soon he noticed that a vibrant force flowed into his head like running water. This feeling, just like what I just felt in my dream, suddenly hung a happy smile on the corners of my mouth.

Every trace of divine power slowly enters the most subtle nerve veins under Mora's control. Repair the lines that are weak or about to decline due to lack of strength and nutrition.

Repairing the mind is an extremely dangerous and complex thing, and each area represents the most mysterious and complex potential and role in the human body. Coco's body reflects some reactions from time to time, which are spontaneous after stimulating nerves. The precocious and sensible girl did not bother Mora, tried to relax her body, and did not move or think about things in her mind because of those strange reactions. Just try to calm down, calm the body, calm the mind, calm the mind.

The repair work lasted for half a night, and finally the damage in the last area was healed by Mora. The girl's body trembled uncontrollably. When Mora withdrew her hand, the girl suddenly simmered and hugged Mora's waist. Her body trembled, and the red tide flooded her like a tide.

Mora gently stroked the girl's back, and the silk skirt from the far east had been soaked, but with the heat on Mora's hands, these sweaty clothes returned to their original dryness and freshness, even without wrinkles.

Feeling the internal changes in the body and the freshness of the external clothes, Coco moaned comfortably in a low voice, and then buried herself in Mora's arms. "You haven't told the story tonight yet."

The night is dark, but the little girl's spirit is more vigorous than ever before, but Mora is tired. Although as long as he recovers himself with his magic power, he can fully return to that energetic state, Mora knows that by the future day comes, I'm afraid he will not have this kind of genus. I don't know if it is a precious or a poor fragile feeling.

Reaching around the little girl's soft waist, she put the girl in her chest, and then Mora walked back to her ** with Coco in her arms, lay down first, and then put Coco next to her. Smelling the faint green smell, Mora whispered, "I'm very tired tonight. Coco, tell me a story."

"Ah?——"

The little girl's eyes widened in surprise: "Shall I say?"

Then the girl who had been waiting for Mora to tell a story was excited, opened Mora's arm, drilled under his arm, and stared with big eyes and said, "Okay, okay! What story do you want to hear?"

Mora felt the sore fatigue in her body and mind, and deeply remembered this feeling in the depths of her heart. Perhaps in more than ten years, these feelings will no longer belong to her.

"Listen to your story, my little girl." Mora sounded softly in the room with a tired voice.

The candlelight suddenly went out, and the room was dark. Only a little light from the Nigra Mage Tower at night came from the small window, which was very hazy.

Coco did not say anything, but quietly groped out, grabbed Mora's hand and held it tightly in her arms.

"I really want to hold your hand like this forever." There is a child's voice, but it has brought mature heartache.

A powerful arm wrapped around the petite body,

"The stars are all about me, and I will accompany you until dawn."

"Brother"'s voice is low and inaudible. Maybe it's a cry of fear in my heart. I'm afraid that you won't be here tomorrow. I'm yours, always, and you also want me.

ps: There are no tragic goods on the Internet when you go home. Is there a red ticket?