Chapter 237: I have an aura

With the deeper and deeper practice of magic, Mo Fan will spend more time outside Dongfu. Now he no longer needs to rely on book knowledge to fill himself, but needs to test the results in practice.
He grew a little taller, and I didn't know how to change the clothes. The most comfortable materials, styles and styles are now fashionable.
Interpretation is really good for him.
The big jacket suitable for him, but a short cut, does not affect the use, was also asked to take away to cut again.
He wants to give himself the best. Mo Fan didn't feel it everywhere.
In front of the cave, the spacious platform was cleared to set up a shelter from the wind and snow due to his needs. The top of the shed is extremely high, covered with a large piece of transparent somehow jade. At the same time of blocking the snow, the aesthetics are extremely high, and it does not affect the mood of Mo Fan when he wants to see the snow.
"Master, why are you so good to me?" Mo Fan saw the sturdy young man standing at the door, plunging into each other's arms.
Biao Shi naturally arranged the other person's scattered hair and crooked hood, and replied uniformly, "Xiao Fan is my only apprentice. I am not good to you, to whom?"
Mo Fan muttered dissatisfied, "Master said so every time."
"Then what do you want me to say?" Xi Shi shook the question back.
Mo Fan is ten years old this year. Children in this era are precocious. If they are in the family, I am afraid they already know about men and women. However, now he is only following illusions to learn illusions, so he knows nothing about the rest.
"Master wants to tell me, because Master likes Xiao Fan the most."
"Okay," Xi Shi said, "He loves to touch his head." "Master will remember to say that next time."
Mo Fan said, "Master told me this every time, but every time it ’s still like today."
The older you grow, the harder it is to coax. Released a sigh in his heart. And Mo Fan was equally uncomfortable when he was a kid, and was ignored by the subconscious release.
"It's wrong for the teacher."
"Since Master said so, why not change it?" Mo Fan was aggressive.
If an ordinary disciple dared to speak to his master like this, he might have been taught less, but he would just look at him indulgently.
Mo Fan blushed, knowing that she was making troubles unreasonably, she had to pretend to be upright.
"Master made you the snack you like, and take a rest."
Mo Fan shouldn't keep up.
It was when he was growing his body that Mo Fan's appetite increased greatly during this time. The food he ate was half of what he had before. Fortunately, Mo Fan would not eat too much, and divided three meals into five meals.
The hunger in her belly faded, and Mo Fan sat next to her brother, lying on her knees, "Master, so tired."
Child, no, it's time to call it a teenager.
The infant fatness faded as a child, and the exquisite facial features of the teenager can already see the beautiful Li Li when he grows up. If he spends a lot of time with the rest of his age, he will find that he is a lot taller than the rest.
Mo Fan is very satisfied with his growth rate. Perhaps, in this world, he can grow as high as a blame.
With a height of almost six feet, can he really grow so tall? Instead, Mo Fan began to doubt again.
It's not that he is arrogant, but that every world is shorter than a man. The closest is just a few centimeters away from each other.
After all, he was a child raised by himself, and Bu Shi didn't feel that Mo Fan's move was inappropriate. Mo Fan is still a bit short in terms of interpretation. Hold the person in your arms, adjust the other person's posture and release it on the collapse.
"One click for you."
"Okay."
Mo Fan likes the method of blissful massage. After the other person presses, the tiredness of the body seems to be gone.
Explaining the nature of nature is not an ordinary method. At the same time that he relieves Mo Fan's muscles, he will also introduce mental energy in order to multiply the effect.

In another blink of an eye, it was three years, just like the past two thousand days and nights. This is an extremely ordinary morning. However, something happened to Mo Fan that made this ordinary day unusual.
Having developed good habits, he woke up at the end. In the past, Mo Fan had to wait for his release to call himself before he could get up lazily. But this morning, as soon as he regained consciousness, he felt a sticky under him.
After going through many worlds, he quickly understood what was happening to him. This body is 13 years old this year. For the first time, the physiological phenomenon can no longer be normal.
Mo Fan looked up, and the house was empty. On the case table in front of the bed, there was a neat and negligent dress.
Explained here. Mo Fan immediately thought.
However, the other party apparently left. why? See the change in yourself, so avoid it?
Mo Fan cold sweat. As a young man isolated from the world, shouldn't he run out and explain some common sense to him?
"Master," Mo Fan yelled.
The interpreter, who was outside the house, heard Mo Fan's startled voice, and couldn't think of anything else. He walked a few minutes faster than usual and entered the house.
As a matter of fact, she was awake in the middle of the night.
His five senses were sharp, and he woke up almost when he noticed Mo Fan's strangeness. When he began to smell the strange smell, if not, he had not even thought of what the familiar and weird taste was.
He found that the smell came from the teenager around him, and suddenly he paused.
Uninterpreted = emotion, never demanded, and suddenly smelled the distant taste in this memory, and some reactions could not be reached.
He never thought that a teenager would grow up. Biao Shi watched the boy grow taller and clearer, but he didn't realize that growing up was not just as simple as he saw.
Almost immediately, he got up and avoided it. The teenager moved his body uneasily because of the faintly presence around him, and moved to the vacated position. Seeing that the teenager seemed to be sober, Shi Bu stuck a pillow in it almost without thinking.
After doing all this, he felt terrible at first.
Why is this so that I can't hold my breath?
Out of the house, I was afraid the teenager would get upset. Babadi prepared clean clothes for the teenager to change by himself. He sat cross-legged outside the room all night, and did not close his eyes in the middle of the night, his mind was full of signs of youth growth.
The release of relief raised the gratification that the boy had grown up, but his heart was hidden again. He didn't know what he was looking forward to, only felt that it was good that the teenager finally grew up.
Entering the room, he saw the aggrieved little face gazing at him. Interpreting God, naturally asked, "What's wrong?"
"Master, I feel like wetting on the bed." Mo Fan looked ashamed as he couldn't bear to look directly.
Because the person in front of him is his closest person and his own master, he doesn't mind exposing his wolf howling to the other side. However, this kind of experience made teenagers shyly bury their heads into the bedding.
After a brief explanation, he thought that it was normal for the teenager to follow him.
He was negligent.
When Shi Xi was soft, he sat next to the bed, and the young man pushed him away. "Master, don't sit up, the bed is dirty."
Interpretation did not move.
The teenager was still weak, unable to push and release, and embarrassedly hugged the quilt. "Master, I shouldn't call you, or you should go out first? I'll organize the bed."
Mo Fan got up and wore clothes that he helped him to wear. There was no such thing as a "wetting bed incident". Naturally, the first thing that came to mind was the other party. But when I really saw that Bu Shi appeared in front of myself, I felt that this matter should be resolved by myself.
"Wash it first." Xi Shi didn't explain, just picked up the boy and put him into the hot spring pool behind the house.
Mo Fan hours, is a bath to help take a bath. The child was short, fearing that it would sink in the hot spring, so he held it himself and washed him clean.
This is the case every day, and she does n’t feel that she should n’t, and often holds Mo Fan to wash together. Mo Fan is a little taller. From a shame point of view, he is still a child and never thought of anything else. Today, Bu Shi is dead.
Passing the papa to the teenager, he asked hesitantly, "Can you do it yourself?"
Mo Fan seemed too shy, and lowered her head slightly. Xi Shi looked at the teenager's hair and went out.
As soon as he was released, Mo Fan relaxed. After rinsing and washing, I simply wiped it, and there was still water on the body, and I put on my clothes. When I walked into the room, my hair was still dripping wet.
Biao Shi frowned. "No hair was wiped?"
Bye bye, the boy was wearing a thin, obscene dress loosely and half-wet, and knew that the other party was not careful to dry it carefully.
The boy said, "No."
"Come here." Biao Shi beckoned, and Mo Fan came to Biao Shi nicely.
Press the person to sit on the collapse, wrapped in a layer of warm fur, let go and took a clean piece of parchment and a new set of obscene clothes. He took off the clothes from the boy, wiped the boy again, and put on new clothes.
The teenager had fair and hydrated skin under his careful care for many years. The body that has just been bathed has a layer of light pink, with a hint of delicious sweetness.
There is no other way of thinking about release, even if you see the pink = tender in the sparse grass under Mo Fan, you can avoid it with one glance.
The young man's body can be seen almost every day, even if today's events slightly awkward in his heart, he never thought about it.
Mo Fan lowered her head, obediently put on new clothes, and was released into her arms, wiping her long wet hair.
"In the future, remember to dry your body before you dress, you know?"
"Ok."
"Hair needs to be wiped dry, to save the cold. If you get sick, some of you are uncomfortable. Did you forget the last thing?"
The interpreter said that once Mo Fan had taken a shower, she secretly ran outside to catch the cold.
Nasal congestion has a headache and fever, not to mention how uncomfortable it is. Not to mention, drink several bowls of bitter medicine every day. In order to make him remember, he did not make him a medicated diet, and suffered a lot.
"Got it."
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