Snowflakes fluttered down from the white sky, and before they could dye the ground beneath them white, they turned into tiny droplets, hitting the eaves of the roofs that had been dry for days, on the withered leaves, on the shoulders of pedestrians, and on the ground.

The witch Yilan walked out of the courtyard of a family in the mountain village with a tall plant that had not yet bloomed, and other flowerpots with flowers were dragged by spiritual power lines around her.

Turning her eyes away from the budding flowers in her arms, and looking around, she saw—

Everywhere you look, there are passers-by who are pointing at you with strange looks.

"Whew......" The witch took a deep breath quietly and calmed down.

She had long since become accustomed to people's gaze.

She had been in the village for almost a year...... The eyes of the villagers still made her feel cold.

They hadn't come to terms with themselves yet, and she knew that very well.

Right now, an elderly villager is missing, and the entire village is nowhere to be seen.

In the nearby mountains and forests, people also plucked up the courage to check it, but the missing person was just an old lady, how could she go to such a distant place alone?

With nothing to do, they had no choice but to ask for help from the witch, as they had done almost every time before.

However, Yilan has tried to diverge her spiritual power, using the unique perception ability of "capable people" to find the whereabouts of the old lady.

But nothing useful was obtained.

She was also at a loss for it.

Blindly looking for it is just a waste of time.

Yilan, who figured this out, buried herself in other things in the blink of an eye, she hadn't really cared about what the villagers thought of her before, and this time it was naturally the same.

There were other commissions to be done, she thought.

A child who likes to read and has a keen instinct for emergencies recently asked himself to take care of his sister.

Appointing a "witch" to take care of his relatives, I don't know what he thinks, is he trusting himself a little too much?

Though...... She could vaguely guess the reason why the other party was so "trusting".

It's about the "secret" hidden in her heart that only few of her kind know.

She had dealt with it in her own way, believing that the child would never be involved in such troubles again.

Of course, if he just disappeared like that—into the dark forest, where he fell prey to all kinds of demons and monsters, and eventually even his bones were eaten away and no trace existed in this world—it would be really worry-free for her.

Her heart has always been too soft, and unless the people in her care have been declared dead, she will always keep them in her heart.

The members of the clan who disappeared in the wars of the past, the friends they made at the nobles' balls, and the guardian beasts of the clan and the other demon beasts that have been felt...... After all these years, she had been trying to confirm their deaths.

Otherwise, her heart will never be at peace.

Her soul will never rest in peace.

As soon as she thought of this, a layer of frost immediately condensed on the part of the flower pot that she touched.

Yilan was slightly startled, covered the vision on the flower pot with her sleeve, quickened her pace, and hurried through the crowd.

It was only when she passed in front of the village church school that she slowed down again.

After hesitating outside the courtyard of the church for a while, she did not enter the door.

Come back in the afternoon when school is out, she shook her head very slightly, and turned away with a pile of flower pots.

As she approached the steps of the boulder platform, she saw two birds and one beast waiting there.

"Six-six!"

The love of a mother who took care of her pets suddenly overflowed, and she opened her arms with a smile and greeted her.

It seems that this scene is not that the pets are waiting for their owners to return, but that she is celebrating the return of the pets to herself.

Those flower pots also floated into the sky like balloons one by one as her spiritual power was completely released, and as if they had touched an invisible boundary, they finally hovered in mid-air, unable to continue running.

"After that, I had to go home on time every day...... No, I can't be like other adults in the village ask of their children. The witch raised her hand and grasped the brim of her hat and shook her head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of all the selfish thoughts in her mind.

"At least," she said, half-kneeling on the ground and using her hands to make a support platform for her pet, even though he instantly jumped onto her shoulder, "let me look at you every day, don't worry Mommy, okay?" ”

Whatever...... Fang Nuo wagged his tail, completely ignoring the witch's words.

Accompanied by the mourning birds, he climbed down the stairs and planned to go into the village for a walk, but when he bumped into the witch who happened to return, he noticed-

Floating in the pots beside her are "roses".

Did she really see the recipe for the curse, and chose to believe it and keep it in her heart?

At this moment, Fang Nuo vaguely felt the feedback from the atmospheric spiritual power.

He helped the witch and repaid the favor owed to her.

Maybe only partially, or perhaps, she has become her "creditor" in turn.

This feeling is very subtle, and it is like luring the beast deep and inducing him to do some "big things" again, so that the "bad fate" between them is deeper; It was as if to show that they had "cleared up", and when the coachman came to the mountain village again, he would be able to run away without incident.

"The day I came happened to be a 'red star shining day', skip that day and count ...... back"

On the second day of his arrival in the mountain village, the penultimate day before the arrival of the next "Red Star Day", he visited most of the village under the guidance of the mourning birds, and met the Noka brothers and sisters who had escaped into the back garden of the hut.

That afternoon, he watched the witch make herbal tea to prevent colds, and then accompanied her from house to house delivering supplies, and returned to the hut after being half exhausted.

Late at night, intertwined with the penultimate day before the next "Red Star Day", he took part in the "welcome ceremony" prepared for himself by the mourning birds.

Subsequently, he bumped into Xiong Zhen and killed the messenger of the Flower Emperor in seconds, and inexplicably did not suffer from the hostility of this giant bear, and obtained the "Forest Greenstone" from his hands.

On the morning of the third and "penultimate day", the witch defeated Xiong Zhen.

He spent half a day reading with human Noka, which enhanced his perception and allowed him to see clearly in his unopened backpack.

It was also on that day that he got the "treasure map" and ran into the underground works that night, experiencing a series of life-and-death events.

On the fourth day, the "penultimate day", he was trapped in a red brick house at the end of the underground project, and he benefited from the "beast relics" all over the ground.

Today is the first day he escaped from the underground works, the fifth day he has been in the mountain village, and the penultimate day before the next "Red Star Day".

"Why has it been so long......" Fang Nuo was deflated for a moment.

However, as soon as he left the family lair, his abilities improved so dramatically...... He could already imagine how he would be able to show off his might to the people he knew when he returned.

This is especially true for those of his peers whom he has always despised and who believe that it is more important to improve their hunting skills than to learn knowledge that will help them increase their cultivation.

As a "good student", Fang Nuo has always disdained to be in the company of these guys who are "willing to fall" and believe that they can't become immortal beasts before they try.

Their pursuit is too low, and they lose the demeanor of the Yellow Immortal clan!

The muscular brains!

When I get back, I'm sure they'll be dumbfounded and impressed.

Fang Nuo amused himself in his heart.

"Go back...... Alas. As soon as he thought of something happy, he immediately fell back into melancholy because time passed too slowly.

After returning to Huangxian Ridge this time, he still had a lot of questions and wanted to ask the elders in the clan.

Before Xiong Zhen was defeated, he mentioned that "the Huangxian clan has lost a very important family member", and he is also very concerned about this matter.

"Taro, Xiao Hei, and ......" The witch's voice came from the side, Fang Nuo raised his head and met the gaze she had just turned to him, "Six-six!" ”

"Let's go!" The human woman, who radiates the radiance of maternal love, sweeps away the negative emotions that have accumulated over the past few days, pulls down the brim of her hat with one hand, and protects the pet on her shoulder with the other, "Let's go home!" ”

The mourning birds, who did not understand her language but could feel her excitement, echoed the witch who stepped on the steps up the stairs first.

The dozen or so flower pot "balloons" also floated leisurely behind her and followed her home.

……

On the lawn outside the witch's hut, flower pots fall from mid-air and are automatically arranged neatly on the ground, forming a unique landscape.

Fang Nuo jumped off the witch's shoulder, and with curiosity went to the flower pots, and looked at the rose closest to him.

At the same time, he was still thinking about the white oak that had been ripened by himself before dawn this morning.

He remembered that the recipe for the spell was required to "carry dew rich in spiritual power", so he couldn't use his ability to construct such a material.

After looking at the flowers in front of him, he stepped lightly on the ground, ran to the other bud, buried his head in it, and sniffed it.

The unbloomed roses of the "......" already emitted a pungent fragrance, which was undoubtedly a torture for the demon beast with a keen sense of smell.

It is precisely because of this unique aromatic smell of roses that humans use it to make perfumes and essential oils.

For them, the pungent scent is not suffocating, but rather pleasant, soothing and refreshing.

"The widow of the village, Setia, in addition to taking care of her widow, also bought a batch of rose seeds with unlimited flowering periods from the carriage merchant who visited the village every Red Star Day."

Fang Nuo heard the witch talking to herself.

She spoke in detail as if she were explaining someone, but her voice was soft.

"In the world beyond the mountains, it is up to a special capable person to bless the seeds of flowers." "As a result, they are no longer limited by the seasons and can bring out their best in every moment." ”

"Correspondingly, the price will be quite expensive."

"That sister ......," she said, referring to the "widow Setia," "was not easy, but when I asked her, she did not hesitate to grant me." ”

"There are still a lot of people with good intentions in this village." She muttered, "Even if it's just for them, I'm going to protect this place." ”