My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Do you think Jianniang has athlete's foot?

Talking about athlete's foot is too much.

There are probably no silicon-based creatures... the little girl looked at him with subtle alertness: "H..."

"what?"

"Admiral H..."

"Hey--"

Jianniang touched her black stockings expressionlessly, her tone was calm: "I want to steal other people's socks... It's too perverted."

"That was not what I meant."

Jian Niang's eyes became more vigilant: "So you want to see people's legs?"

Blinky doesn't know what to say.

"No!"

It seems to be the cold wind from Siberia, and the bad tone is colder: "Even if you take off the fat times, you can't take off your socks!"

"Alas……"

"Because it's too erotic to take off your socks~ Love..."

It’s a weird logic—it’s not like taking off your socks is a less shameful thing than getting fat, right?

Look at Esther, look at the mercury lamp, look at the sauce again...

Faced with Jian Niang’s questioning, he could only sigh helplessly: "I really haven't thought about it like this.

In other words, you can think about it later...

He said something that probably no one would believe, and turned his attention to the inside of the guild.

Without the Jianniang air purifier, he might smell a suffocating odor mixed with sweat and alcohol. To commemorate the crusade of the demon king's cadres, the adventurers had a banquet early in the morning.

The atmosphere of the guild was very lively, and the lively atmosphere lasted from last night to today.

This is the second day of the successful crusade against the Headless Horseman.

The people killed by Berdia were rescued one by one by Akuya. Except for being submerged once by a flood and once washed by a bomb, the others did not seem to have lost much.

So everyone seems very happy, very happy, all hilarious, except Mr. Sato Kazuma.

He seemed to be thinking about life, and he walked up to him with a glass of wine reluctantly, took a sip of the wine and then sighed: "Mr. Biqigu."

Yay?

This is the first time Kazujin has called him by his name. The boy nodded patiently: "It seems that you have something upsetting, if you don't mind, you can tell me."

Make me happy.

The subtext is roughly the same, and Kazuma really said it, probably because this idea has been pressed in my heart for a long time, especially when I have just experienced the battle of life and death.

"I was thinking... Am I going to fight the Demon King?"

Or give up the crusade, settle in this world, and spend this life steadily?

It didn't feel much before, but after experiencing the horror of the Headless Horseman, Sato slowly changed his thoughts, or, this is actually his most true and original thought.

What's wrong with living in peace?

The dead house is just because you can't find spiritual sustenance in reality, it doesn't have to do something exciting to show your sense of existence.

Adventurers, in addition to luck, other low-level adventurers who are probably worthless understand deeply the gap between themselves and those powerful existences.

"Then... what do you want to do?"

"How about doing business?"

"Although luck is good, can you do it with a cheeky face?"

"Well……"

"Businessmen who don't want to be big capitalists are not good businessmen, but workers and peasants, so if you are trying to make modern things and sell them with the idea of'people without me,' then I don't agree.

Biqigu’s current sigh is particularly vicissitudes of life: "You will be eaten by others, and you will be eaten by those fat-minded merchant colleagues..."

Everyone understands the literal meaning, but why is it so cold when you say it from your mouth?

"Or...work down to safety, occasionally pursue excitement, and do simple tasks?"

He was thinking about his future plans, and then he was slapped heavily on the shoulder, and then he was full of alcohol.

"Ah! Really, Kazuma, why are you here? Come here for a drink!"

Akua was drunk, but in fact it was not just her, the adventurers in the guild were basically drunk to the point where they couldn't walk, drunk.

"Oh, by the way, you guys go get paid soon."

This is what the goddess said. She shook her purse, and she knew from the size that the salary she had just received had almost been drunk by this guy.

"remuneration?"

Suddenly, Biqigu said that the crusade against the Demon King cadres was indeed paid to a certain degree, and probably everyone who participated in it had a share, that is to say, he did not have his share.

The sleeve was pulled, and the petite red magician was pulling his sleeve and staring at Daknis with enthusiasm: "Look at Daknis, she actually said that my kid shouldn't drink or anything! I am A child?"

Everyone was silent and nodded one after another.

Yes, you are a child.

Even the other kid followed and nodded.

Huihui was furious, and pointed to the ship's mother, "Isn't she also? She is also drinking now, no, no, you are just fooling me!"

He sipped slowly: "I am different."

Her gaze swept over this strange mage robe, a strange guy who was taller than herself, especially when she looked and looked at Huihui's legs.

Stockings and bandages?

What kind of strange combination is this?

"At least I wear socks and I know to wear two of the same..."