Chapter 169: You've Grown Up, You Blockhead!

The ELF, whose real name is Book of Fuxi and nickname is Little Book, has no experience in airport pick-ups.

At the same time, Book didn't expect these tribal village girls, who only had faces and muscles to boast about, to be just eating and drinking.

But even so, they were reliable and still accurately found the airport where Fu Hua and Angel landed, set up the battle formation, and got everything ready, just waiting for the wanderers to return home.

"Jingwei!"

"Jingwei~~"

"Where is Jingwei...?"

Ji Lin held up a welcome sign with the words "Welcome Jingwei" on the top and "Welcome Angel" on the bottom, and slowly changed from shaking excitedly to whispering weakly.

Next to her, Ah Lin gradually revealed a puzzled expression.

About half an hour later, Ji Lin scratched her ear and asked dejectedly.

"Hey, Fuxi-chan, why can't we see anyone after waiting for so long?"

"Because there was a little mistake."

"What mistake?"

"The flight landed two hours ago."

Book of Fuxi floated and replied slowly.

Ji Lin and Ah Lin turned their heads at the same time and stared at Book of Fuxi.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" x 2

"Who do you think insisted on making a welcome sign before departure, which delayed the trip?"

"Click!"

The pistol was loaded, and the small but black muzzle was aimed at Ji Lin's head. Book of Fuxi showed a merciless dead fish eye.

The two sisters raised their hands at the same time and saluted in French orthodox military fashion.

Before Book of Fuxi awakened, the food chain of Mount Taixu was vague, and Ji Lin, Ah Lin, and Fu Hua were not trying to one up each other. But after Book of Fuxi awakened, it was hard to say who was the lowest, but it was very clear who was the highest.

Seeing their frightened looks, Book of Fuxi's not-so-good mood eased a little.

"Let's go, they have booked a hotel, not far outside."

Book of Fuxi ended this symbolic lesson, put away the pistol, turned around, and the Yin-Yang ball carried her to float outside.

Ji Lin covered her forehead that had escaped a disaster, and stuck out her tongue unconvincedly behind her.

"Sister, it seems that this is really your fault."

"Nonsense, this is my love for Jingwei and Angel-chan, it's just a small mistake at most!"

"Puff! Sister is getting more and more naughty, but if you don't catch up with Fuxi-chan, you'll be left behind!"

"I'll debate with you next time! Book, wait for me!"

...

"Master, do you want to have a massage?"

"Hmm? You've been on the plane for a whole day, aren't you tired?"

Seeing Angel rubbing massage oil with both hands, with a slightly encouraging smile on her rosy little face, Fu Hua, who had just come out of the bathroom, sighed helplessly.

Her little apprentice's nature of caring for others is really comforting and distressing.

Angel shook her head when she heard it.

"I'm a Valkyrie, I won't get tired so easily! And I help Himeko relax before going to bed every day, she's so happy! Come on, Master, I'll help you sleep well tonight!"

Angel put on a serious expression on her face, but her heart was beating wildly.

'Hehe! Master, who just got out of the bath, with wet hair, white skin, and a beautiful and lazy expression, let me touch it! '

To some extent, the reason why Angel can get along so well with Kiana should be partly because they are both little perverts - just one is hidden under the daily three-no-nonsense expression, and the other has no hidden brain at all.

How can the relationship between two perverts who are greedy for each other's bodies be bad?

It's not that the others are too indifferent, but because Raiden Mei and Himeko have preconceived ideas, so the two perverts regard each other as secondary targets, otherwise who knows what the situation would be now?

Fu Hua still resisted a little. But in Angel's determined eyes, she hesitated for a while, and nodded helplessly, accepting this sincere "filial piety."

Fu Hua took off her pajamas and slowly lay on the bed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Angel."

"Leave it to me, Master!"

Angel rubbed her hands faster, spreading the essential oil evenly on her palms, and then pressed it on Fu Hua's delicate shoulders.

So, when Ji Lin took the lead and broke open the door, Book of Fuxi saw this scene.

The wooden head that she thought would never bloom, lazily lying on the big bed in the hotel, half-closed hazy eyes revealing a drowsy intoxication, with a slightly sweaty delicate little girl skillfully massaging her waist and shoulders.

What a picture of extravagance and debauchery, the pure white bodies complementing each other, exuding the forbidden and wonderful fragrance of lilies.

"Hiss!"

Book of Fuxi took a breath of cold air.

"Elmhead, have you finally grown up or fallen into debauchery?"

She was not very clear about Fu Hua's experience over the past thousands of years, but first there were the tribal sisters who would not marry anyone but Fu Hua, and then there was this "respectful" little loli apprentice.

It is not difficult to imagine how wonderful this block head's life must be!

"Ji...Lin...!?"

Fu Hua suddenly raised her head from a half-awake state, and then the perfect force Angel struck to her waist made her subconsciously utter a moan.

"Hmm!~~"

For a moment, Ji Lin and Ah Lin covered their faces with their hands at the same time, but their wide fingers revealed their trembling pupils and red faces.

Fu Hua's expression changed for a while, and she reached for the pajamas next to her, took it, and slowly covered her face.

The air suddenly became very quiet.

Only Angel continued to serve her master, turned her head to look at the door, and tilted her head slowly.

"Hmm?"

...

Half an hour later, on the open-air balcony of the room.

Fu Hua and Ji Lin sat together, their eyes wandering, occasionally meeting each other's eyes, and then quickly dodging each other, as if there was an electric current in each other's eyes. Ah Lin floated beside Ji Lin, and her reaction was almost the same as the two.

Opposite, Angel sat upright, her legs tightly clamped together, looking super well-behaved.

Book of Fuxi floated over on the Yin-Yang ball, and calmly took out a big red envelope that was much bigger than her from her sleeve.

"Here, this is the gift from your Uncle. Don't be polite; we still have some assets in Mount Taixu, and we will never treat our cute little disciples badly."

Angel blinked and looked around, as if to confirm whether Book of Fuxi's smiling and gentle expression was directed at her.

After a moment, she shrank her neck with a wooden face and cast a look of help to Fu Hua.

Fu Hua was staring at Book of Fuxi at this time. This beautiful and cute little doll, which she had never seen in her memory, but was the same as Ji Lin at the beginning. Just looking at it made Fu Hua feel strong emotions.

Fu Hua knew the existence of the ELFs , but she also knew that most of those little guys had fallen and disappeared in the previous era.

She felt strongly that this ELF was closely related to her, so she subconsciously wanted to dig something out of the blank and incomplete memory.

This behavior was undoubtedly damaging her already broken mind, and a burst of intense pain stirred in Fu Hua's brain.

"Pah!"

Book of Fuxi came to Fu Hua's eyes without knowing when, stretched out her little hand, and gently patted her forehead.

"It's okay if you can't remember it. It's not a very important memory. At most, we can get to know each other again. It's our first meeting, you stupid woman. I'm your guardian and personal butler. Just call me Little Book."

Book of Fuxi spoke gently and helplessly, smiling at Fu Hua's frowning brows and moist eyes, as if she was looking at an old friend who had not seen her for a long time, or as if she was looking at an immature child.

Fu Hua opened her mouth slightly, feeling that she had a lot to say, but sadly found that she didn't know what to say.

So tears fell silently.

"Don't cry, don't cry, the child is still watching you. You are a master now, why are you still crying?"

Book of Fuxi was a little amused, as if she was back to the day when she was about to die.

Thousands of years have passed, and many things have changed.

But Fu Hua in Book of Fuxi's eyes, and Book of Fuxi in Fu Hua's eyes, seem to be no different from those years.

Fu Hua bit her lip, sniffed, and asked tremblingly. "We knew each other before, didn't we?"

"Old friend, I've taken care of you for two or three thousand years."

"Sorry, I don't even remember...anything."

"I told you it doesn't matter, the important thing is that I'm back, and you're still here, that's enough."

Book of Fuxi spoke with a smile, put the Yin-Yang ball under her back into her sleeves, floated to Fu Hua's shoulder, sat down, and then gently pressed against Fu Hua's face.

"I'm back, blockhead."

Just like in history, Book of Fuxi's soft voice was filled with a gentle smile, and Fu Hua raised her hand, gently stroked Book of Fuxi's body, and a moving arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Although she couldn't remember anything, Fu Hua subconsciously replied.

"Well, welcome back, Little Book."