The eerie aura of the forest wasn't something that had just happened, it was something she felt from the moment she stood in the elevator, the elevator slowly opened, and the wind from the forest hit her face.

But this eerie smell is very faint, just like a vague smell, which can be clearly detected at first smell, but then there is no special feeling.

She had been looking for a long time at the edge of the entrance to the forest, and now, she was probably used to the breath, and she didn't have any special feelings anymore, but she still couldn't forget the gloomy feeling that made her heart tighten and chill all over her body the moment the elevator door opened.

"Well, forget it, I'll look for it tomorrow." Ashumia looked at the thickening bushes in front of her, which were almost into the forest, and she decided to give up the search, "It's all forests, and the one I met last time was much cuter." ”

She sighed and patted her knees to stand up, when a little white suddenly flashed in front of her in a dark green bush.

Is it a flower of a shrub?

Archhumia blinked, reached out and picked up the white thing, and put it on the palm of her hand to see that it was not a flower, but a white ball of thorns. The thorn ball is about the size of a thumb nail, has no other variegated color, and looks a little cute.

Carefully pinching the ball with his thumb and forefinger, before he could look closely, a burning pain came from his fingertips.

"Sss Ashumia took a breath, quickly let go of her hand, and the bloodstained white thorn ball rolled down her fingers to the palm of her hand, she frowned, wiped the blood from her fingertips, and stood up from the bush, at this time a cold and beautiful voice suddenly reached her ears.

"Witch-sama?"

The tall and slightly thin figure of the teenager looks extraordinarily clear in the faint sky, the well-made school uniform wraps the long body, and the dark lines embroidered on the school uniform faintly flash with brilliance, which sets off the noble and elegant temperament of the teenager.

The darkening sky blurred his handsome face, but it could not hide his silvery-white, pure and beautiful eyes like glass. The boy stood there, and for a moment, everything around him seemed to have become an inconsequential thing that set off the boy's brilliance.

The boy's face was so dazzling that Ashumia couldn't react for a while.

After staring at the person in front of her for a long time, she asked softly and uncertainly, "Kite?" ”

"It's me." The young man bowed slightly, the friendship that he had lived and died together in the Xingjie Forest seemed to have dissipated overnight, and Kite's tone was full of indelible coolness and unfamiliarity, and the salutation and words were like meeting a big person, "Witch, have you seen Xingcao here?" ”

"Star grass? What is that? Al Shumia scratched her slightly hot cheeks, just now she actually looked at the kite again and was stunned, and it took a long time to reflect, it's really hateful, why does the kite look so good-looking!

"A necessary ingredient for making hallucinatory potions, and it looks like he accidentally lost one when he passed by here before." Kite glanced at the weedy, dusty Archhumia, who looked no different from Obsidian who had just finished gathering star grass.

Iris suddenly wanted to ask her what was wrong, but remembered Obsidian's warning not long ago, so the words dissipated in her throat in an instant before she could say anything.