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While the Tirispians were diligently practicing, Sora didn't let the two of them be idle.
Heather was recruited by Qiong to be a teaching assistant.
Having fought against the Black Tide Creatures at the bottom of the sea for hundreds of years, she has accumulated exceptional combat experience, surpassing even Sora in terms of experience alone.
However, the Siren Girl has her own unique fighting style, and Tirispius can't learn her fighting style, but she's still a good sparring partner.
As for the butterfly...
evening.
Miss Tirispius, exhausted after a long day, was bedridden. On March 7th, she had been studying with Wilvi for the past few days, for reasons unknown.
I just don't know how many days she can hold on.
Changyeyue originally wanted to keep an eye on her own big fish, but instead, other fish-stealing cats licked it.
This is where the female body comes into play.
With a mere flick of the wrist, Yu Xi forced Chang Ye Yue to stay, captivated by the bewildered look in San Yue's eyes that pleaded, "Help me, my other self."
There's no need to worry about the uncivilized Miss Changyeyue knocking the girls unconscious and hanging them up on swings; Qiong can then do whatever she wants.
Inside Xiaodie's room.
"Yes, perfect!"
Qiong pinned the last handmade bow in the center of the girl's delicate collarbone.
The bow's wings had a gradient of purple and pink, with almost transparent edges, and tiny crystal petals hanging below.
He examined her with satisfaction, then gently pressed Xia Die's shoulder, turning her towards the full-length mirror.
"Butterfly, look, how does it feel?"
The moment the note is played, the kill line is drawn.
"...It's very suitable."
Xia Die stared blankly at herself in the mirror, her violet eyes widening slightly.
The bow around her neck was just the beginning; her chest was adorned with three-dimensional flowers embroidered with pink, purple, and pale yellow silk threads.
On one arm is a lifelike, three-dimensional purple butterfly that seems ready to take flight at any moment, while the other arm is adorned with multi-layered gauze flowers and lace sleeves in a pink-to-white gradient.
The withered mourning clothes disappeared, replaced by a dreamlike fairy who seemed to have stepped out of a fairytale flower sea.
“Very, very suitable, Your Excellency…”
Looking at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, Xia Die's millennia-long self-control was once again overwhelmed by her emotions. She cupped Qiong's hands in her own and placed them against her chest.
I will cherish it!
These butterflies and flowers are not just gifts from you to her.
more importantly.
Every stitch, every thread, the curve of every butterfly's wings, the color scheme and layering of every flower.
She personally sewed and matched them all under Qiong's guidance.
This is the culmination of their joint efforts.
Although Qiong initially only had the mindset of being lazy and looking for some new fun, she fooled Xia Die, and then... she deliberately and accidentally unleashed a super attack.
"Your Mightiness."
Xia Die gazed earnestly at the young man with her purple eyes.
"Could you... teach me how to make dolls again?"
"Oh? Butterfly really likes handicrafts."
Qiong smiled and straightened the wrinkles in her skirt.
As an old fool, he could clearly see the changes in the butterfly.
In the past, Xia Die would never have made such a request.
"Hmm, handicrafts are very interesting, and..."
Xiaodie nodded gently.
For over a thousand years, Xia Die has longed for warmth, but the long period of unfulfilled desire has instilled in her a habit of restraining her expectations.
If you don't want to experience cruel sorrow again, and you're worried that the flowers will wither, then don't plant them.
Even after meeting Qiong, her personality remained unchanged; she never took the initiative to fight for anything, just like a submissive little kitten.
When Qiong touches her, he shows a blissful expression; when he leaves her hand, he shows lingering affection and reluctance, but he never dares to lean in and ask for more.
When there's nothing to do, it's like a well-behaved cat, sitting quietly watching the sky.
But her world began to change.
The sky was gradually tinged with color.
From gray and white to vibrant colors, handicrafts became her first hobby in life.
My first time awkwardly dancing with someone.
For the first time, I used the dome's hand as a glove to sow the seeds of life in a flowerpot.
My first time dressing up...
Her firsts are increasing, and they are all connected to Qiong.
"Teaching you how to sew dolls is no problem, but why are you suddenly so interested in dolls?"
Because of her personality, Kyū doesn't worry that Xādié will turn into a yandere who sits at the same table as Ms. Chāyōtsuki, so she never pays attention to boundaries.
When interacting with Changyeyue, one must carefully plan the schedule and proceed step by step.
Otherwise, one super attack will break through.
Changyeyue is truly capable of extreme manipulation, such as locking up the sky and squeezing it for days and nights, even feeding it with its mouth.
“I…think Miss Titi’s dolls are very cute.”
Xia Die twisted her fingers shyly.
This is the truth.
But not all.
Some of the dolls belonging to the Tirispians were left by their mothers, but most were made by them in their childhood to alleviate loneliness.
Xia Die wants to learn doll making, and plans to make a doll of Qiong.
Sew another one of your own, so they can quietly nestle together.
In this way, even if you are not by her side, she will still have his company.
However, the thought was too direct, and Xia Die's cheeks burned again.
Wouldn't this be... too obvious?
Let's make a doll for each of them.
That way, it can be concealed.
Okay, that's it!
With a cute little plan in mind, Xia Die earnestly began learning doll making from Qiong.
The teaching time was spent in a hands-on manner. After leaving Xia Die's room, Qiong went directly to Heiseyin's room.
Then, the meal was served immediately upon opening the door.
"My lord, Miss Xiadie has composed a new piece for me. Would you like to play it together?"
The siren girl leaned lazily against the window, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her smooth, jade-like body.
Her eyes lit up instantly when she saw Qiong enter.
Heather picked up the scattered sheet music on the table and walked over with light steps, her demeanor undisturbed, yet without the slightest hint of shyness on her face.
Once back in her room, Hathaway would let her body remain in a natural and free state.
Aside from her own room, when she spends long periods of time in Kyō's room without being disturbed by outsiders, Hazel will also maintain a state of [unclear - possibly a state of being in a certain state].
Because the king is of the same kind.
"A new song? Let me see."
This piece is so beautiful, so melodious, so smooth, so wonderful.
"Alright, let's go then."
Qiong took out the magic flute.
The melodious and ethereal flute music rang out again, intertwining with the song that Heather hummed.
Qiong resumed his daily tasks.
Fill Heather's voice with beautiful flute music and feed her the food she needs to survive.
PS: Purple sweet potato pudding, purple sweet potato pudding, purple sweet potato pudding, purple sweet potato pudding, purple sweet potato pudding, purple sweet potato pudding, purple sweet potato pudding
Volume 1: Chapter 840 What is love?
Time slips through our fingers like sand, and the journey of chasing the fire unfolds slowly and gently within these captivating and heartwarming everyday moments.
Mr. Tirispius's coach works diligently every day.
Under the guidance of the sky, the butterfly is experiencing one novel and shy first time after another in its long life.
The siren girl regarded the thick, long tubular object of the sora as an indispensable daily food source—cough, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about the Magic Flute.
At night, it's the long night moon and the third day of the third month.
The little guy is diligently learning how everyone else operates the purple Rubik's Cube.
Everyone has a bright future!
Qiong's biggest concern is the little one.
We've been in Onfaros for so long, why hasn't this little guy evolved from his juvenile stage to his adult stage yet?
Could it be because it didn't absorb data from other Digimon?
To this end, Qiong also used the Anywhere Door to take the little guy to find some wild monsters that didn't seem very smart to battle with in Pokémon.
The attempt is to increase the invisible experience bar through battles and victories.
There's a small problem here.
The little guy doesn't seem to have much fighting ability in his early years.
After a series of scientific combat capability assessments by Qiong, the final conclusion was reached.
The little guy's fighting power is comparable to one-fifth of a wild boar.
This reminded Qiong of a certain spare ingredient.
"Little guy, you need to stand up straight! You need to know your shame! How can you be treated like emergency food supplies?"
The wind stirred up ripples on the lake, and Qiong set up his fishing rod, baited with a golden garbage bag.
He took the Rubik's Cube off his shoulder, placed it in his palm, and gently rubbed its smooth, square body like a walnut while giving it earnest advice.
"Listen up, little guy. If Onpharos is a new Digimon anime, then you, my partner, are the protagonist of the story."
"Hey~ (The main character?)"
The little guy rolled comfortably in Qiong's palm, the gaps in the square opening slightly, as if trying to wrap Qiong's fingers inside.
It thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being toyed with by the dome.
"That's right, the protagonist."
Qiong nodded vigorously.
"As the protagonist, being able to cross minor realms and challenge opponents of higher levels is a standard attribute, and one can even fight enemies across major realms without dying."
After a pause, Qiong brought up a classic case again.