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Well... my head hurts so much...

Xiaozhi closed his eyes and moaned for a long time, feeling his eyelids sore and dizzy, and the swelling of his mind was as if he had been beaten countless times by Xiaoxia, a violent woman, holding a stick.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but unfortunately he failed. Xiaozhi turned around in a daze, huddled in the soft quilt and made a comfortable hum. Forget it, let's sleep in today and set off after rest.

The protagonist of the Elf World who wanted to be lazy had not yet fallen asleep again. A voice he had never thought about was heard in his ears: "Little Fire Dragon, get up, it's time for us to set off." He had only heard such a gentle tone when he was having a great dream of spring and autumn.

Xiaozhi woke up with a sensation, and his eyes suddenly opened were full of fighting spirit. He originally wanted to have a decisive battle with his old enemy who had not met for a long time, but when he saw clearly the person who was close enough, he instantly forgot about this idea.

While combing Ibrahimovic's messy and soft hair after a night of sleep, Xiaomao looked at him sideways. When he saw his elf staring at him stupidly, he frowned slightly and asked with concern: "Little Fire Dragon, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

In the past, the little fire dragon was the first among all the elves to wake up from the consciousness training, but today it got up later than Ibrahimovic, who likes to act coquettishly and lazy. Xiaomao raised his hand and touched his round head. Although it was a bit hot, it was definitely normal for the fire elves.

...Little Fire Dragon? Why did Xiaomao call me the name of the strange elf with facial paralysis? Xiaozhi was a little confused, only to feel that his hands were a little cool, and it was very comfortable to hold it on his head.

Xiaomao looked at him in surprise, turned to look at Shakira who was chewing on the elves' food next to him: "You guys secretly fought on my back yesterday?" And did you hit Xiaohuolong's head hard?

"Dala!" Shakira didn't raise her head. After finishing the food in front of her, she moved her disc-shaped body and rubbed her into Xiaomao's arms, "Dala~Dala~"

"No? But I think the little fire dragon is weird today." Xiao Mao took his initial elf into his arms and rubbed his little claws hanging on both sides of his body.

Xiaozhi looked at him blankly at the hands of an obvious human being, with only four short fingers on it, but there were very sharp white nails, and the whole palm was red, which seemed...it seemed to be completely consistent with the characteristics of the damn little fire dragon.

Xiaomao turned his stiff body around, looked straight into his eyes, and said seriously: "Little Fire Dragon, what's wrong with you?"

After dealing with his own food, Shakira leaned over quietly and took the spicy food on his plate for himself. He took a big bite with his movements. After waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for the violent flames that should have existed. He dragged his voice in confusion: "Da-la?"

Xiaomao also felt unusual, so he scooped out the detector from his backpack and swept it back and forth, looked at the data displayed on the screen, and sighed: "It's obvious that there is no illness."

Xiaozhi then reacted from the tragic thing that he had inexplicably woken up and turned into a dinosaur-like elf. Fortunately, he was born with a big nerve. He was surprised and came back to his senses. He turned to face Xiao Maoman's deep brown pupils with concern.

Xiaomao watched a layer of raging flames ignited on his initial companion, and his entire little body lay back and fell heavily to the ground, making a violent collision sound.

...Did you really have a fever? Xiaomao glanced at the drastic data table on the screen. The machine test results showed that his elf's body temperature rose sharply, and he had early symptoms of high fever.

Troubled, Xiaohuolong has been with him for two years and has been in good health. He has never had a cold or fever. Xiaomao frowned with a little headache, hurriedly held him in his arms, and took out cooling medicine from his backpack: "Did you lift the quilt off when you went to bed last night?"

Xiaozhi opened his mouth obediently and took the cold medicine. He leaned into his arms very comfortably, shook his little head, and took the advantage of being so good with disgust: "Li~Li~" Li~" Li~ lifting the quilt is a scene of a five-year-old child. Shigeru Oki, you look down on people too much.

Xiaomao's actions of feeding him water stopped and stared at him thinking: "Your tone looks like an idiot who came out of the Zhenxin Town."

…Hey, who are you talking about that idiot from the real new town? Xiaozhi didn’t bother to argue with him, so he looked away guiltily: “…………” There is no such thing…

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't participate in training today, take a good rest." Xiaomao also felt that he was thinking too much. Maybe this was a special state during the period when Xiaohuolong was sick, so he let go of things.

He greeted the elves and surrounded them and ordered: "Today, the little fire dragon has a cold. Stay here for a while, rest before going on the road. Shakira, you are responsible for supervising everyone's physical training, and you can't be lazy."

"Dala~"

“Buyi~”

“Hey ~”

"Charry!"

——Flying Mantis, I know you are cool, handsome, arrogant, and you can’t just follow the formation. Xiaomao couldn’t help but bend the corners of his lips and took out his notebook from his backpack, which recorded the physical conditions of each elves in detail.

He arranged the training plan in detail according to the advantages and disadvantages of each elf listed in the notebook. He looked at his partner who was scattering around and sighed softly, and sat down on the grass with his dizzy "little fire dragon".

Xiaozhi just kept pricking his ears and laughing proudly in his heart while listening. It turned out that Xiaomao usually trains his elves like this. No wonder each of his elves is so strong - let Master Zhi know the trick, wait, I will step you under my feet sooner or later!

...Is it true that my brain was damaged? Or was it the sequelae of high fever? Xiao Mao looked at the face of the little Fire Dragon, which was always paralyzed, and showed a smirk as if it was full of "Come on, come on, come on, beat me quickly." He continued to search through his backpack and finally scooped out the little one he needed in the medicine box.

As if nothing had happened, he unbuttoned the cover with the "calming potion" and hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to use such tough methods, but the "Little Fire Dragon" had already started drooling. He had to grit his teeth and squeeze his mouth and pour it down.

Xiaozhi was still watching the wonderful scene of Xiaomao shouting long live to his mountain and begging for mercy in his mind, and he felt a bitter taste coming from his mouth. He opened his mouth and made a soft and weak "Li~~", and felt his eyelids getting heavier and he fell asleep as soon as his neck lay back.

He was asleep early in the morning, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a large orange light. It was obviously the time when the sun was setting.

Xiaozhi was still a little confused when she woke up. She moved her short arms and legs for a while, looking at the light blue sleeping bag covered by her body, she remembered what was going on. When he turned his head, he happened to see Xiaomao smiling and peeling apples for Ibrahimovic.

Xiaozhi was full of annoyance and a little annoyed. Xiaomao was really too much. He dared to treat him like this - it would be fine if he poured him water, but he even irresponsibly put him in his sleeping bag while he was sleeping - hey, you were obviously pretending to hug me before going to bed.

He originally wanted to ask his old enemy to come and serve him for dinner, but his paws just stretched out from the sleeping bag and silently shrank back. Half of his head was shrouded in the soft and gentle sleeping bag, staring at Xiao Mao's side face, which looked particularly soft in the setting sun.

Hana Chiyoko of the Zhenxin Town said that Xiaomao is the most handsome boy in the entire Zhenxin Town and nearby towns. Xiaozhi was very dissatisfied when he heard it. What kind of handsome is a facial paralyzed man whose expression changes no more than three in a day?

He was able to sneer at the beginning, but now he calmed down and looked carefully, but suddenly he found that Xiao Mao, who was no longer full of words, could make people angry, was really good-looking.

The weather gradually became hotter, and Xiaomao took off his light gray jacket, a crisp white shirt, sparse eyebrows and gentle and doting expression, which seemed to be different from him or Xiaogang.

Xiaozhi held his breath gently. He felt his heart beating very fast, and it was a little blocked, sour and sore. Every cell in the Buddha's body was relaxed and his whole body was warm.

"Buyi~" Ibrahimovic, who took the round big apple from the trainer, saw him awake, and his long ears were tied up. Because both claws were holding the big apple, he could only shake his long furry tail and pointed in his direction.

Xiao Mao turned his head, was stunned for a moment, and stood up in his arms with Ibrahimovic in his arms: "Little Fire Dragon, how do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"

He said as he reached out and touched it. When he first met, he felt his body temperature was normal, but as his hands were placed on the head of the "Little Fire Dragon", the temperature of his skin under his hands became higher and higher.

"No, when I bought it, the waiter from a friendly store told me it was a special medicine. After drinking it, it would be fine." Xiaomao scooped out the medicine instructions and read it again. After confirming that he had not received the wrong medicine, he touched it again. He felt uneasy and took out the food box, "Eat the food first, take a break today, and I will take you to the elf center of the next city tomorrow morning."

Xiaozhi moved his short claws and was about to grab the food to eat, but he didn't expect that Xiaomao was one step ahead of him and directly scooped out a round particle from the box and put it to his mouth.

At this moment, Xiaozhi almost burst into tears. It turned out that the elf welfare that was Xiaomao was so good. Just kidding, why didn’t he just be a stupid little fire dragon? He could have a hand and a food to open his mouth, and there was a gentle and beautiful man to fill his eyes... Bah, what kind of handsome guy is this guy Xiaomao?

Thinking of this, Xiaozhi opened his mouth and swallowed the food with a subtle sense of happiness. The next second, he was really burst into tears.

Xiaomao held the huge food box in his arms, looked at the little fire dragon with a mouth full of fire in surprise, lowered his head and flipped through the label on the food box. That's right, this is the food prepared by the little fire dragon's favorite spicy cherry fruit extract seasoning.

——Because the elf loses taste after catching a cold, he will experience mild anorexia symptoms, so he deliberately added more seasonings.

nbsp; Xiaozhi fell head-on into the stream, and drank a lot of water to relieve the violent burning sensation on his tongue. When he looked up, tears and snot flowed together.

"It seems that the disease is really bad." Xiao Mao picked up the pitiful "Little Fire Dragon" and gently rubbed his soft and smooth head. "It's so pitiful. Today, the Little Fire Dragon slept in my sleeping bag. If you feel uncomfortable, wake me up immediately, okay?"

"...Li..." The "little fire dragon" who had just stopped the fire jumped out of his arms, and squirted on fire and fell into the stream again.

Xiaomao looked at his empty arms and was obviously stunned for a while, a little confused.

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