"Woo...my God-Shirting Clothing."

A faint sound of Shiori panicked from the toilet.

"Don't be nervous..."

Natsume Mio seemed speechless. After a long pause, she reluctantly said something comforting.

"Why is this dress so short...and so complicated..."

"Don't worry, it's pretty pretty."

“…My hair has grown longer.”

“…”

"Woo...my God-Shirting Clothing."

“…”

Intermittent speech.

With a crying voice.

Natsume Mio was a little helpless, but she tried her best to comfort the little god in her family.

And then at some moment.

The sound suddenly disappeared.

Outside.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Yui Miyata.

Yui Miyata sat on the bed, grabbed his shoulder, and looked at the direction of the toilet, looking very curious.

A few minutes later.

Click.

The toilet door was opened.

Natsume Mio walked out first and then looked at her righteous brother helplessly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her.

Natsume Mio turned her head and signaled that Shiori was coming out in the toilet.

Shiori seemed to be very resistant.

Not coming out for a long time.

Mio Natsume whispered: "Don't you want your brother to pay for your clothes?"

“…”

Hearing this sentence.

clatter.

Shiori seemed to have finally made up his mind.

Accompanied by the sound of light high heels hitting the floor.

A figure came out.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned.

Isn’t this the one who is like the sword light, who kills all the bulls?

The flowing clothing between coolness and complexity, the small and agile peacock feather-like shawl, the Yinyun off-shoulder thin top that highlights the lightness, the skirt that seems to float up in every move... Even the unique patterns on one side of the stockings are perfectly replicated.

Baby face, double ponytails, black stockings.

Tsk.

To be honest, such dressing, especially such clothing that is easy to feel cheap when worn in reality, is actually quite difficult to control.

but.

I can only say that I am a god. Shiori is unexpectedly perfect for this set of clothes that fits the identity of a young girl... and also has a sense of elegance that ordinary people don't have when wearing.

It's just...the personality is not right.

She now looks like she is about to cry.

"It's really OK."

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Shiori, whose hair color and hair length changed, and it was a little funny.

"I finally know what Brother Yi said at that time meant to have an experience with the matching... Baga."

Natsume Mio looked at Shiori's hair like a beast's ear, then looked down at Shiori's delicate and delicate thighs wrapped in black silk pantyhose, a little helpless.

"I'm not trying this..." Kitanohara Nanfeng was about to answer.

Yui Miyata suddenly shook him hard: "Nanfeng!"

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled and misinterpreted Yui Miyata's meaning: "Look, Yui thinks it's pretty good."

"You give me the God-Restrained Suit!"

But Shiori didn't think so. She stepped on her small high heels and came to Nanfeng Kitahara, then stretched out her glove-clad hand, grabbed Kitahara's shoulder, and shook him anxiously.

Her movement led the peacock's feather-shaped shawl to float up.

It's really pretty.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked her up and down, and suddenly asked with a smile: "You can quit... No, can you use a sword?"

"I don't want it! You're thinking about something bad!" Tears rose from Shiori's eyes again.

"Brother Yes, don't tease her." Natsume Mio glared at Kitahara Nanfeng with a light look.

"OK."

Beiyuan Nanfeng pressed the hairpin on Shiori's head that looked like a beast's ear and coaxed him: "I will help you turn back to school uniform, but... I'm very curious and want to do an experiment. If my words can really affect you, then... will it be effective for your personality?"

"I don't want it..."

Kitahara Nanfeng ignored her and said directly: "Shiori is a capable Rinjiao."

Shiori's movements paused, and then continued to shake the north and south wind.

"You are Lin Jiao, you give me the God-Shielding Clothes... This dress feels so shameful."

Beiyuan Nanfeng couldn't help laughing.

It seems that my personality cannot be changed.

But this is pretty good.

It really becomes the character of Master Ke.

The north and south wind may not be as unscrupulous as it is now.

He thought about it, changed his mind and said:

"Shizhihuiyunlai sword technique..."

The light flashed slightly.

Shiori's movements paused again.

Then the next second.

There was a purple hand half sword with an elegant and gorgeous appearance on her hand.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the sword in her hand, was slightly stunned, and then slowly put away his joking thoughts.

Shiori was stunned for a moment, with more tears in the corners of her eyes. She raised her sword and slashed towards the south wind of the Northland.

The north and south wind did not hide.

brush.

The sword blade was only a few centimeters away from the Beiyuan Nanfeng Naomen, and stopped.

In the end, Shiori still didn't dare, or did not have the heart to cut it down.

"Shiori!" Natsume Mio quickly walked to her and snatched the sword in her hand.

Shiori felt a little aggrieved and turned her head to look at Natsume Mio.

Natsume Mio could only look at her righteous brother helplessly.

“Such handsome, very beautiful.”

Just then.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at Shiori again, and his mind changed. He praised her calmly.

A god who can change with his words...and will not resist effectively.

It feels very confusing.
To be continued...