The early morning sun shines through the lush foliage of the forest, leaving countless dappled shadows in the woodland. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was a sound of "rattling, rattling" as a dilapidated carriage was passing through the dense forest.

Well, in fact, the word "shabby" is already a very polite description of this carriage, and in the eyes of the vast majority of people, if it is not a horse pulling the cart in front, then this "creaking" monster can no longer be called a carriage in the strict sense of the word. Of course, this can be considered a carriage, and the only thing it can praise is the horse in front of it.

It was a black horse with white hooves, and any horse lover would know at a glance that it was a Hannoen horse who was good at cross-country. Now, the horse is pulling the cart "out of business", pulling a sleeping woman in a black robe into the depths of the jungle to "visit" a cabin built in the middle of the forest.

The woman in the black robe slept soundly, as if she was not worried that the horse in front of her would go the wrong way. Judging by the fact that she has a half-old face and a sharp chin peeking out of her black hood, she is obviously not young and looks like a witch who came out of a fairy tale.

The old witch's luggage was so rudimentary that if there was anything conspicuous, it was the little brown bag she pinned to her waist. The cloth bag broke a very small opening, and from time to time there was a "quack" sound from inside.

It was a frog, staring at the only light and crying bitterly. And if someone can translate the frog's language, then he will know that the frog is actually staring at the horse in front of him, shouting "affectionately".

"Oh, my Mario, my dear Mario. ”

It would stop with each call, as if it was trying to brew feelings and make its next call seem more poignant.

"Oh my Mario, my dear ......"

"Quack!"

A discordant sound suddenly erupted from the frog's mouth, interrupting its rhythmic call.

"That's enough, can't you not call that horse?" the voice "croaked" angrily, "If you have this strength, you might as well take advantage of the old witch's sleep, and find a way to make this mouth bigger, do you really want to be her after-dinner snack?"

"But if we didn't have Mario, how far would we have escaped if we could have escaped from this bag?" the previous voice questioned, and then cried out to himself, "Oh my God, my Mario, your master is going to be a frog for the rest of his life....."

Thinking of the sadness, the frog's big eyes couldn't help but squeeze out a few droplets.

"I shouldn't have taken your word for it, Tours. "We shouldn't have chosen that path, or we wouldn't have met this old witch, and she wouldn't have turned into a frog!"

"Hey, Avery. After complaining, an angry cry suddenly came out of the frog's mouth: "Don't forget, if I hadn't moved your soul to me, you would have died with the wound you almost broke in two at that time!"

"If the price of my life is to become a frog, I would rather die at that time, or I can be regarded as heroic in defending against the tide of demons!" it complained "but now, the cause of our death is because we were skewered on the witch's barbecue grill......"

"Oh, damn it!" the frog's brain roared with a voice known as Tours, "You have to figure it out, it's my body that became a frog, and your one was rotten a year ago!"

The great annoyance made him forget to control his volume, so much so that the "quack" roar was particularly "loud" in this silent jungle. The sleeping witch shuddered and opened her eyes with a little annoyance, and the frog, who noticed that her body was trembling, was startled, and quickly closed her mouth, and trembled with regret.

"It's over!"

"It's over!"

In the frog's head, two voices rang out in unison.

"Oh, you're the loudest snack I've ever seen. The witch made a metallic grinding sound, stretched out her finger, and struck the frog on the head through the cloth bag. Then he looked up at the front of the carriage and was surprised to find that he had reached his destination.

"Looks like I'm wrong about you. She reached out and rubbed the frog in the bag, and said thoughtfully, "So you specifically woke me up." ”

"Well, as a bonus....." she cracked her mouth and laughed, "I'll make an exception and apply more oil when I roast you later." ”

"Quack!"

The frog screamed in horror in the bag, but how could the witch think about the mood of the "snack". She patted her bag happily, staggered out of the carriage, and walked toward her destination, a dark scorched earth in the woodland. It had been a hut with another "she" living in it, but now, there was nothing left but a large round pit, a charred corpse, and green smoke that had not yet dissipated......

"It's a disaster. ”

The witch shook her head and let out an exclamation. She stopped in front of the charred black corpse in which she couldn't see the human form, and while looking at the miserable death of "herself", she touched her chin and muttered to herself: "It seems that Crimson has woken up......"

"She's found out about me......" The witch narrowed her already narrow eyes, realizing that this time the problem was a bit serious: "This is not easy to do, it seems that I am afraid that I will not be able to ignite the fire in the near future." ”

Thinking so, she couldn't help but glance at the bag hanging from her waist, and whispered a little reluctantly, "Do I have to eat raw?"

"Nope. She shook her head vigorously, realizing that she could not give up the delicious taste of the roasted frog, and made the decision to let the frog in the bag breathe a sigh of relief: "Let's wait a little longer." ”

After scaring the frog for a while, the witch nodded in satisfaction. She raised her hand and pointed at the void in front of her, and began to chant the "strange" spell in her mouth.

"The magic mirror, the magic mirror is coming out. ”

As soon as her words fell, the void in front of her rippled faintly, and a long mirror of her height slowly appeared, reflecting her ugly figure. The reflection of the witch in the mirror winked at her and moved strangely. Then, pretending to glance at the coke on the ground, she let out a pretended exclamation, "Oh, how many are these?"

"Hell knows. The witch outside the mirror shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently, "There are so many dead, how can I remember how many are these?"

"It's a pity. The witch in the mirror shook her head helplessly, and stepped out of the mirror in one step: "I still want to know how many 'Sersei' I have." (To be continued.) )