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Suddenly caught by a little girl in the utility room.

Just came back from the toilet, both physically and mentally prepared for the battle tonight.

The poorly dressed little Lolita, only a glimpse of her tiny breasts, Daniel, who is believed to be a loli lover, must not be able to control himself.

However, despite such a tempting scene, Mr. Cyclone showed no reaction at all.

Now Mr. Cyclone took a look, and the clothes of this brother and sister are just some thin peasant clothes.

If you look closely, this one-piece dress wrapped in a piece of cloth has damaged and loose edges, which are the tatters that Mr. Cyclone used for more than a year.

The same black hair, as a younger sister, is even weaker in physique.

The power that just pulled himself in seems to be caused by that blue magic.

Mr. Cyclone stared at the opponent in front of him, but the opponent's eyes seemed to retreat.

"Adult..."

It seems that there is something to say, but little Miss Autumn is still hesitating.

"Let me explain first, I'm not interested in lolis."

Although he did not know what tricks the other party came up with, Mr. Cyclone still took precautions first.

"Please, please take my brother as your disciple!"

"... Boring."

After listening, Mr. Cyclone turned and left.

Just when he was about to open the door, even though he twisted the doorknob, he still couldn't open the door, as if there was something stuck at the door.

It's ice, Mr. Cyclone quickly figured out the reason.

"Magic... it's really convenient~"

To easily trap someone who has no power, this kind of confined space battle is a sign of adults doing bad things.

This is the difference between those who can use magic and those who cannot.

Looking at the tiny Lolita again, her eyes seemed to have a little more courage. She should feel that she has the bargaining chip for trapping Mr. Cyclone here.

It's really, that's why children don't know anything.

Mr. Cyclone's thoughts became even firmer.

"Adult, please..."

Looking at Little Miss Autumn's expression, Mr. Cyclone was already bored with this failed negotiation.

It is precisely because of this that Mr. Cyclone suddenly wanted to play with the other party.

"Do you think you can threaten me like this?"

Even if he was trapped in a confined space, Mr. Cyclone still smirked.

"It's already logically wrong to use threats to beg for the host's hospitality..."

Mr. Cyclone took a step forward, and Little Miss Autumn took a step back.

At the same time, a magic circle unfolded behind Little Miss Autumn.

Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, Mr. Cyclone had already seen through Little Miss Autumn's intentions.

Fearless, Mr. Cyclone took another step forward.

Little Miss Autumn, who was forced against the wall, could no longer retreat.

Then, Mr. Cyclone reached out his hand at this moment. With a smirk, he reached out his hand towards Little Miss Autumn.

Facing Mr. Cyclone's outstretched hand, Little Miss Autumn dared not do anything and could only tremble.

Why not attack? The magic circle has been deployed.

As long as he is not influenced by the situation, the answer can be seen in an instant.

Having already won this gamble, Mr. Cyclone said effortlessly.

"As the one who is asking for help, it is the biggest mistake for you to lay a hand on the one you are begging for."

The purpose of this bet itself is not to threaten the other party, but to use bait to lure the other party into his own trap.

However, Little Miss Autumn did not do this. Instead, she used the wrong method.

"You have nothing, whether it's money or labor, there is nothing that is worth my hospitality."

Although his hand has not touched Little Miss Autumn yet, she has closed her eyes out of fear.

In the darkness, Mr. Cyclone has invisibly stretched out his sword.

A rough and very hard object was stuck on the forehead of little Miss Autumn.

"You're so naive ~ What else is useful about a little girl like you besides being able to use your mouth to eat?"

Another rough, hard, and slightly warm object rubbed up and down on little Miss Autumn's cheek.

"What is this, you know, right?"

Afraid to open her eyes, little Miss Autumn could already feel that from the warmth of the hard object, she had finally realized that she had made a big mistake.

Mr. Cyclone was right, she couldn't do anything. Even if the other party didn't use magic, how could she, as the hero of Alan, be afraid of herself?

The truth had been revealed by the hard object. She shouldn't have used her magic. Before understanding the other party's trump card, if she continued to pretend to be a helpless little girl, maybe she could really stay here.

For this reason, little Miss Autumn shed tears.