"Add a teaspoon of elderflower ......"

The silver-haired witch wields the spiritual powers of the surrounding atmosphere, allowing them to penetrate reality in the form of thin threads, obtaining concrete forms and entities, and then bonding them to the real objects she wishes to affect.

As soon as the fingers moved, the object manipulated by the spiritual power line detached itself from the plane it was originally in, and flew straight towards her, who was the "source" of spiritual power.

At this point, the elderflower she needs is a small, yellowish and almost white flower that is stored in a small, sealed jar similar to a test tube.

Through the glass bottle, you can see the yellowed flowers inside, and you can faintly smell a fresh and pleasant sweet smell.

"You know what, Six-Six?"

Even if there was no one to communicate with, it didn't dampen her enthusiasm for speaking, and she recognized her new pet as a perfect listener, pouring out all her desire for expression on it:

"Elderflower has been known as the 'elixir' since ancient times, they have an excellent compatibility with atmospheric spiritual power, and if used properly, they can play a protective role, driving bad luck and resentful spirits away from people."

"Ahh With a wave of her hand, the empty jar, which had temporarily lost its usefulness, flew back into place, "Do you want to add some sugar?" ”

"Before, the kind Mr. Coachman happened to bring me a packet, but unfortunately, it wasn't the refined sugar outside the mountain that he mentioned to me last time." The witch tapped the nose of the little beast lying on her arm with her free hand, and then raised her hand again, and several reddish-brown crystals flew out from behind the pile of glassware on the small table, and rushed into her palm.

Fang Nuo's eyes straightened.

After learning the "miracle" of manipulating the spiritual power line, capable humans or demon beasts no longer need to touch something around them personally, but let it take the initiative to run to themselves.

Fang Nuo had a feeling in his heart - if he exercised this ability to the extreme, he would eventually be able to affect not only dead things such as dried flowers and brown sugar, but also living objects.

Compared with the ability of the witch, the ability of the Yellow Immortal clan to "know the language of all things" seems to be ...... Slightly inferior?

However, none of the elders in the family have mentioned that any living being can only master one "miracle" in this life.

Now, although he is still at a disadvantage in speaking the languages of other races - rather he knows nothing other than human languages, and the "blessing" ability of the witch has been temporarily sealed - however, if he can find an opportunity, he believes that he can learn other abilities.

He was still young, and there were countless opportunities waiting for him to grasp on his beastly path, and now this situation was nothing more than a fork in the road.

"However, for me, the 'witch', I should never be able to trigger the protective effect of elderberries, they are not my 'panacea', and I didn't consider using them in the past when I was treating that guest."

"I tried to neutralize the toxins in his body with other poisons...... Ahh ”

Just when Fang Nuo was thinking about it, he suddenly felt that his body was suddenly lifted up, and then realized that this was the witch's "disease" level, and the level had risen to another level-

She must be used to being lonely on weekdays, and finally has a companion, so she wants to "squeeze" her value.

Humans are really troublesome creatures, no matter what they think, but the reality is there, in what Fang Nuo has seen and heard in the past few days, and in the stories of the outside world that he has heard from his elders:

Without friends, it seems difficult for humans to survive alone, and in the first place, their spirit will drive themselves crazy.

Whether they want it or not.

And the existence that they recognize as a "friend" is not actually forced to be their own kind, it can also be a pet, a work, a tree hole, or even a fantasy, as long as it can be used to pour out their thoughts and thoughts, then they are "friends".

He didn't want to be such a "friend", Fang Nuo thought to himself, so he endured the discomfort in his forearm and struggled wildly in the hands of the witch.

If you want to make afternoon tea snacks, make it well! Don't mumble about things that you don't have all day long!

Even if you want to say it, don't sell it! It's hard to understand human speech, especially from someone who only speaks halfway through and doesn't go on!

Thanks to his "efforts", the witch finally became normal.

She blinked a little dazedly, and then remembered her strange behavior, and withdrew her hands back in front of her eyes with a blank expression, and the little beast that she had held on it had disappeared.

However, Fang Nuo did not immediately move away from the scene, and after tumbling from the witch's clutch to the ground, he rolled around the grass and finally sat up not far from the tent.

He turned his head and met the witch's gaze as she gradually regained her brilliance.

"Six-six?"

"Whoa—oh!" The blackbird, which was larger than Fang Nuo, landed on the grass beside him, and after standing firm, he slapped the snow-white beast's head with one wing, "Oh! ”

"I'm not wrong!" Fang Nuo raised his claws and tried to scuffle with Xiao Hei, the mourning bird, but the other party jumped away in time, in exchange for a sentence of "malice +10" in his mind.

The mourning birds could not understand the language of humans or yellow immortals, and they only saw the scene of Fang Nuo jumping away from the witch's palms, and then saw the witch put on a sad look.

So, naturally, they blamed Fang Nuo for all their mistakes.

"You're so unlikable." Little Black tapped him lightly with his beak, and the reason why he didn't hit him as heartlessly as before may be because he was disappointed.

"I don't need to be liked by humans." Fang Nuo snorted, human beings were just an option for the Yellow Immortal Clan to be promoted to immortal beasts, and with the experience of two failed attempts to seal the seal, even if his language ability was restored after a few days had passed, there was no need for him to continue to stumble on this species.

"You miscellaneous chickens who can't understand the words continue to curry favor with the humans you fancie...... Ay! He was busy looking at the little black mouth, and suddenly, two hands reached over his head, and instantly lifted his upper body away from the ground.

"What a witch!" The miscellaneous chicken sighed in his ear again, "So ignorant of previous suspicions, so merciful!" ”

Witnessing such a situation, Fang Nuo only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Fooling with a bird who doesn't understand anything is also his spirit that tortures him in the end...... Fang Nuo, who comforted himself like this, detached his body little by little from the surface, and the more fierce his eyes became when he looked at the mourning bird.

It's hard for him not to care about the other person's words.

"I'm sorry, Six-Six." The witch's voice interrupted his thoughts, "I hope you can forgive me." ”

She told Fang Nuo that she had been excited and looking forward to it since she learned that other humans had invaded her back garden, and that she had created a "miracle" on the lawn outside her house, hoping that the rare guests would feel her warmth and get along with her.

However, the siblings were afraid of the witch's prestige and did not stay long before asking her to leave.

"Almost...... Even you're going to be scared away by me. ”

How long have you had this symptom? Have you been committing crimes since the day you became a witch?

Loneliness becomes a disease...... However, the humans in the village below have done a good job at least on the surface, and they are still willing to accept the witch, as Norka said before, they also helped to establish the witch's house.

Fang Nuo pressed the ball of his forefoot on the witch's cheek, he felt that he couldn't stand the other party's serious apology, to be exact, he didn't expect the other party to apologize so sincerely to a "creature".

"Don't talk about these bad things." The witch regarded the snow-white beast's behavior as a comfort, and the sadness on her face gradually faded, "Let's continue to make afternoon tea, don't waste that bottle of elderflower." ”

Whatever you want, Fang Nuo looked up at the sky, and continued to plan revenge in his heart against Xiao Hei's "evil words".

A teaspoon of elderflowers, with the rest for the rest to be served later.

Then take a teaspoon of yarrow, a fragrant plant with small oval flowers of white or pinkish-purple, which, of course, the witch uses in this season, which are made into dried flowers.

A little more dried echinacea flowers—by this point, Fang Nuo had a vague idea of what the witch was going to do.

Because the elderflower with a high affinity for atmospheric spiritual power and its own protective effect can also be used to treat wind chills and colds, even if it is given to people who are not sick, it can also play a certain role in preventing diseases.

Yarrow can also be used in medicine, which can play a role in dispelling wind and relieving pain, detoxifying and reducing swelling.

Echinacea can improve the immunity of the user, which is very helpful in treating colds and relieving coughs.

The witch had previously said that she wanted to make herbal tea that was in line with the current season, and perhaps the inhabitants of the mountain village would ask her for this - and she did, and she did so, and the purpose of making this medicinal tea was definitely not for herself.

Even in places where others can't see, she's thinking about them.

I have to admit that Fang Nuo thought to himself, the mourning birds did not respect the wrong person, this woman deserved the respect of others and other things.

However, the bird did not blame the wrong beast, because he did not intend to please "people"-

"That's it!" After throwing all the ingredients into the pot and adding the purified water that meets the needs of the recipe, the witch performed another miracle she had mastered in front of Fang Nuo, "making a fire out of thin air".

At the same time, the spiritual power line she manipulated also served as fruit knives, picking up the fruits on the table that were not fresh, but not called dried fruits, and after a few more operations that Fang Nuo could not catch with the naked eye, they put the sliced fruits back on the table.

The witch, who had regained her original tranquil appearance, stood on the edge of the tent, witnessing the effect of her "miracle", pursing her lips and smiling.

After a while, as if she had thought of something, she pulled one of her sleeves and began to rummage through it.

At last, she pulled a few dried rose petals out of her sleeve, glanced at the little beast that was holding on to her upper arm, and pinched the petals' fingers, and they became smooth as if they had just come out of the receptacle.

"Three miracles......" Fang Nuo secretly exclaimed.

After the production of herbal tea came to an end, the spiritual power line automatically filled out a part of the liquid in the pot, put it in a transparent teapot, and placed it on the small table next to the pot.

Immediately after, several small and delicate teacups flew up from under the table, and each found a suitable place on the table to sit down, waiting for someone to pour tea into it.

"Oh, oh!" Several large birds swooped down from the sky and landed on the lawn next to the tea table.

Among them, Xiao Hei, who had been unhappy with Fang Nuo before, staggered to the witch's feet, raised his head, and met Fang Nuo's gaze, who was hanging his head at the moment.

"I admit," he cried with a slight embarrassment, fearing that he had just been educated by the Bird Queen Taro, "what I just said was a bit too much. ”

"I'm not supposed to say you're unlikable." Xiao Hei looked sincerely apologizing.

As a mourning bird, he has a simple nature and does not think too much about things in his daily life, and since he is accused of being "wrong", then he will think that he must have done something wrong.

"Ha, ha." Fang Nuo grinned and didn't say anything, anyway, the other party couldn't understand.

Thinking that his arm didn't hurt much anymore, the snow-white beast simply jumped off the witch's arm, jumped onto the table, and pushed down one of the teacups on it.

The teapot on the table spontaneously flew up and began to pour liquid into it.

"Let's have a drink." He raised his hand to the big bird on the ground, hoping that the other party would understand his body language.

Xiao Hei, who was deeply touched by him, showed a flattered look - through those red eyes, the friendship between the two of them seemed to be recognized by each other, and it was even better.

However, when the blackbird flew to the edge of the teacup and was about to land, the snow-white beast, whose appearance was so pure that it could not tolerate any evil, let go of the tail that had been held by him all this time.

A little black light brushed the table, and "uncontrollably" knocked over the only cup that was filled with tea, and the hot water immediately spilled out, splashing both on Fang Nuo, who was lying on the side, and on the unsuspecting mourning bird Xiao Hei.

"Ha, I'm so sorry." Knowing that the other party couldn't understand his words, Fang Nuo still tried his best to adjust the expression on his face so that it didn't appear too gloating.

He hugged his white tail, which ended in black, and took a few steps closer to the witch's down, as if he was concerned about his bird friend and hoped that the only person present would help him.

He didn't want to go too far, after all, he was not a scheming beast, as a demon beast of the Yellow Immortal clan, in order to be promoted to an immortal, the first thing to ensure was to be open-minded and "not to blame the past".

But who told his tail to be disobedient?

Isn't it always rumored that a monster with a tail may not be the same creature as his tail?