"Then I lay in the hospital for a long time before I regained the ability to take care of myself." Lu Cheng smiled at Rafael and said, "What about this story? I'll write it in my human file."

Raphael wiped the tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes unconsciously, and murmured: "Is this story really made up?"

"Of course," Lu Cheng stood up and stretched his body, which was a little stiff. "It's not too late. Go to bed early and go back to your homes."

He jumped up and jumped from the eaves.

"Hiss—it's jumped. It hurts. It hurts." Lu Cheng hugged his calf that was hit by the balcony and entered the room with a long hiss.

Raphael: "..."

"The Demon Sword is really interesting."

She stood up from the roof, looked up at the sky, and climbed down from the ladder on the side.

This was put up when she first came here.

The night is quiet,

A figure quietly covered Gabriel, who liked to kick the quilt around at night, with a quilt, and then returned to his room to sleep.

"Hmm" Gabriel groaned in his sleep and kicked off the quilt again.

The breeze blew open the curtains, and an unfinished teardrop shone in the corner of her eyes in the moonlight.

What Lu Cheng and Rafael didn't know was that what they were talking about on the rooftop could be heard downstairs as long as they paid attention.

Since then, Gabriel has never taken the initiative to summon someone to play the World-Destroying Horn.
Chapter completed!