Speaking of this, Panta raised his head to look at the other master in front of him: "Come on, let me take you to freshen up, my little master."
"I do not want."
"Be obedient, how can you please boys if you don't clean it up."
"Panta!" The child frowned her brows.
"Girls, always marry, the only difference is who you marry."
Panta continued to smile, and at the same time the little hand holding the oil umbrella handle tightened. The only difference was who he was marrying.
After one hour, the capital of the Principality of Serris, Tokyo, in low-Earth orbit, the Royal Royal Special War Bee-class frigate, the Red Rouge.
"Look, the black mud on your neck can be made into a whole bowl of mashed potatoes." Sitting behind the child, Panta, who is also on his body, gently "rubbed" the hair of the child in front of him. Black small neck.
"Take it easy." The little girl shrank her slender neck, as if begging for mercy and pleading.
"If you know, why don't you take care of yourself? Although the museum's single shower room is simple, it can also make people take a clean shower." Carefully rubbing the little master's pair of thin shoulders, Pan Ta put the foot under his feet. The soap box kicked forward: "Or, if you don't have the help of the old servant, you can't even take a bath."
"Well, please be more gentle." The girl frowned and replied in a very enjoyable tone.
"Isn't that the end? My old servant should act lightly, and you, the little master, should sit still." Picking up the small box of bath liquid in the soap box, Panta poured some on his hand. Then he carefully wiped off his little master's thin, gray and somewhat exaggerated back.
"I heard that you ran away from home for three weeks, right." Fingertips ran across the delicate skin in front of him, and Panta asked the little master in front of him.
"Well, I hate that home. My father and elder brother resell me like goods everywhere." The child squinted and seemed to enjoy this kind of "touching" very much.
"Have you ever thought about leaving, my little master." "Rubbing" the shoulders of the child in front of him, there was a smile on Panta's face.
Hearing these words, the child sighed at the ceiling: "Leave and leave, the world is so big, but where can I fly."
"You haven't tried, how do you know if you can fly to the sky." Down the spine, Panta carefully "rubbed" any piece of skin touched by the tip of his hand.
"What do you mean by what you are saying today?" Turning around, looking at the frankly meeting each other, there was a little doubt on the child's face.
"My little master, you should not waste your life in the tedious housework of the Serris people. You are the jewel of Tershan, and your journey is the boundless stardust and the vast moon sea," Panta smiled. When she got up, she carefully "kneaded" the child's hand and the slender arm on it.
"I'm sorry, Panta, I'm not your real little master." Looking at the old butler who has served him since he was born, the child couldn't help but choked up a few times.
"No, since the day you were born, you have been my little master." Panta did not look up. He continued his work: "Before the lady passed away, she told me that one day she would use a brand new body. Once again came to this world, and then took me to see the most beautiful mountains and seas in the world. I waited for six hundred years before you were born. My little master, this is The fate of each other is also the fate of each other. From that day on, your words are my vows, and your actions are my standards. I will honor your joy and shame your sorrow." The "wool" towel made of "hair" rubbed the little feet of his little master, and Panta told of his loyalty: "I warned myself more than once in my heart, I am the extension of your arm, and it is your intention. Expansion is a supplement to your vision. I will fight for you for the rest of my life, my little master."
"but"
"No, but my little master." Panta raised his head: "The old servant thinks you will look better when you smile."
Maybe it was moved by Panta's words, maybe just because of the feelings from the soles of the feet, the child smiled and nodded, and at the same time reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes.
"My little master, your friend, will leave her hometown after the revolution of the four planets, and go to the far east. Do you want to follow along and see it together?" Panta suggested, massaging the girl's small feet. this problem.
"Where is she going for long."
"Earth, my little master."
"Why is she going to Earth."
"I don't know, but the old servant thinks that maybe in the future, this will be a legendary story worth remembering for a lifetime." Lifting the little master's feet, Panta was very skilled in taking out a knife from the box. , Began to trim the nails for his little master and the suspicious spots on the soles of the feet.
"Will there be legends in that kind of wild land?" The child frowned.
"Legends are everywhere, my little master." Panta replied with a smile: "You should remember the story of the seven generations of star guards when they were young. Without meeting and acquaintance in that wild land, the star guards My lady, how could it be possible to stay in love with each other in the years to come."
"Panta, don't you want me to marry your master star guard?" Tilting his head, the child changed his leg according to his old servant's will.
"My master is a man who admits death. He can't forget that his wife is good. Isn't it good? The master loves his wife. He has not changed before, and will not change now. I don't think it will be changed in the future." The girl rubbed his hands. Er’s toes, Panta’s face has a slight smile: “Besides, you have to see every little master of the most beautiful mountains and seas in the world, before you do this with the old servant. , I don’t want you to be shackled by marriage early."
"Then why did you let me go to the wild land and take you to play in every world directly, wouldn't it be better." The child's voice was a little more sleepy, "confused", and she didn't quite understand what was in front of her. The old servant's mind is gone.
"That's different, my little master. Girls, always marry. The only difference is who to marry." Stopped his work, Panta looked up at his little master.
"Since there is only this difference, then I can just marry you."
The child squashed his mouth, and kicked his old servant in the chest with his little feet.
Pan Taleng stayed on the spot, the electronic brain was "chaotic", and the memories that had already fallen asleep at the bottom of the memory swarmed, and even the work in his hands stopped.
Looking at the slender person in front of him, he thought of the shyness of his wife when she was still young and when he served her and cleaned every inch of her skin. And when I saw myself using a male "sex" body, I felt cute when I fiddled with myself with curiosity. And on the day before the marriage, standing on the boarding board of the transportation boat, waiting for myself to cry.