"Forehead ......"

"Uh-"

When he was asleep, a familiar voice came into Fang Xingyang's mind, making one of his fear nerves tense all of a sudden.

"Whew-"

At first he thought it was a dream, until the sound became more and more frequent, and it sounded closer and closer to him......

He was so frightened that he suddenly came to his senses.

"? Transformed! He snapped his eyes open, and he was greeted by the familiar ceiling in the bedroom.

Just that...... It turned out to be a dream?

He rubbed his head.

I never imagined that I actually dreamed that I had planted the projectile pitcher in the soil.

And then it didn't take long for the projectile pitcher to grow into a little Lori with cute animal ears!

The appearance is still the same as before, but the projectile pitcher has become more round and cute when he grows up, except for a few green leaves that symbolize plants, he looks like a well-behaved and obedient little Lori who makes people's blood boil!

In the dream, he was about to close his mouth with joy, and wondered why the system hadn't told him that the projectile pitcher could grow up if he planted it in the soil......

Then he heard the unsettling roar......

Uh-

Forehead......

It was as if a zombie was slowly approaching him with deformed steps, scaring him out of his dream.

"Woo......"

The voice that was close at hand came from his face, and then he saw a (. の﹃の｡ The guy fell on his face.

Projectile pitcher?! I didn't transform, it was really a dream......

He picked up the projectile pitcher, and the little thing was still ✖ ✖ foaming at the mouth.

There was also a "uh-" sound from time to time.

Fang Xingyang couldn't have imagined that this kind of sound was actually made by a projectile pitcher......

[Ding-Activate [Alternative Weakness Analysis]]

[Current target: Projectile Pitcher, Status: Stinky Stun, Sanity, Need Help]

[Analysis plan: plant it in the soil and wait for it to heal itself]

Prompts that had never appeared before appeared in his mind one by one, making Fang Xingyang's expression gradually become (°Д°).

It turns out that it can be solved like this?!

After a few seconds, he jumped out of bed, running in the direction of the hall without even bothering to put on his clothes.

In the hall, the candle on the counter had been extinguished, but he didn't bother to open the door first.

Grabbed a rotten flower pot under the window and placed it on the counter, then carefully buried the small half of the projectile pitcher's body in it.

The scene in the dream seems to be gradually becoming a reality in some way......

"Change, you've changed......"

"Little baby grow up quickly~ Let Dad see if you look good when you grow up~ Hey, hey, hey......"

Fang Xingyang sat at the counter drooling and muttered to himself.

[Ding——The [Storm Corridor] area you are in was updated with new deeds 2 hours ago, and you can go to the [Fog Harbor Chronicle] page to view. 】

[The [Storm Corridor] area you are in was updated with new deeds 30 minutes ago, and you can check it on the [Fog Harbor Chronicle] page.] 】

……

The sudden sound of a prompt in his head woke him up from his daydream, and then he saw a big red dot pop up on the [Fog Port Chronicle] icon next to his personal page.

Click to enter, the homepage is still as hot as ever, and the photos are still as familiar as ever......

[Shocked! Last night, the storm promenade area was suspected of being attacked by a mysterious weapon, and the stench was stinking! 】

[New clues! Is the appearance of a large area of mysterious liquid outside the door of the Wugang commissioned shop related to the foul smell? 】

[Scavenger Leader: All people are paralyzed by smell!] Wanted Odor Makers! 】

If you click on this kind of report in the comment area, it is nothing more than two types of comments.

One is to rationally discuss how the stench comes about.

The other is to talk ruthlessly, to catch the stench maker, and then use some kind of cruel means to punish it.

After some browsing, Fang Xingyang calmly closed the comment area.

For this situation, he can be said to have been used to it for a long time.

"No one knows I did it anyway."

Humming a song, he said to himself, "Even if I know, I will do harm to the people!" After all, if it weren't for me...... Last night, the Demon Eater might have done something terrible when he lost control......"

Then he found that there was an extra red dot in the [Private Message] section.

[Charmer: Dear "Red Lantern Warrior", are you still alive?] My sister misses you a little bit...... If you're alive, do you want to come to my sister's place for a cup of tea? 】

Fang Xingyang swallowed his saliva.

In fact, if he thinks about it, he should really go and thank the magician.

After all, if it weren't for her, she might not have been able to survive the arrival of the Dark Elf family at that time.

Moreover, the private message of the Fog Harbor Chronicle has a "read" function, and when he sees this message, the wizard will display "read".

It would be too hurtful to pretend not to see it like this.

"Okay, I'll clean up a little and go over, and I hope my sister can be lighter this time...... In addition, I also happen to have some questions that I would like to ask my sister. ”

When he had replied, his gaze fell on the filthy handkerchief on the counter.

Inside the handkerchief, there was a piece of metal that had been recovered from the Demon Eater's vomit last night.

If nothing else, this piece of metal really has no effect on him, but this can't even be explained by the system.

As for the fact that the Chaos Necromancer invaded their shop, although Fang Xingyang was talking to the Demon Eater, it was also related to this metal piece.

But that's just a temporary excuse.

As the store manager said, if it was really out of control for some reason, then the Chaos Necrons shouldn't have caught him alone......

In short, there are still too many mysteries about this metal piece, and now that the store manager is gone, the only person he can ask for advice at any time is the wizard......

Not long after, Fang Xingyang came to the gate of the magnificent "castle".

Like the castle of the witch in a fairy tale, he just stood in front of the door, and the door opened automatically as if he recognized him.

Passing through the first half of the castle, Fang Xingyang had already heard the sound of the sorcerer playing with Yiwang.

"Come on! Pick this ball back! ”

"Yiwang, that little brother is going to come to us as a guest later, you have to be good, don't be the same as last time!"

……

Fang Xingyang pushed open the door with a black line on his face, and saw the sorcerer playing with Yiwang in the backyard.

Since the last incident, the Charmer has maintained the image of a "bosom sister", and has not changed into the little girl she was at the beginning.

Fang Xingyang was a little overwhelmed when he saw her, after all, even before he crossed over, he didn't know how to deal with girls.

"Yiwang, the guests are here, and then you can play by yourself."

After the sorcerer finished speaking, he threw the ball into the distance and walked towards Fang Xingyang.

But what Fang Xingyang didn't expect was that she was dressed exceptionally "conservatively" today, with a slim long skirt covering almost her entire body.

Such a "safe" dressing style made Fang Xingyang feel relieved.

"Thank you for helping me that day."

The two walked all the way to the table, Fang Xingyang lowered his head like a shy teenager, not daring to look up at the magician.

"It's okay, it's still the same sentence, helping you is also helping myself."

"After all, your store manager has been defeated, and if I don't make a move, I'm afraid that when reinforcements arrive, the entire block will be demolished by it."

The witch magician's cold tone made Fang Xingyang breathe a sigh of relief.

In short, as long as it is not the same as the previous state similar to "succubus possession", he can communicate well with it.

But before he could speak, the sorcerer frowned as if something was uncomfortable.

"Hmm...... Why? Going to get a little dizzy? ”

Fang Xingyang was stunned for a moment, got up and went over to support her, "Are you okay?" ”

"Wait...... It feels ...... Wrong! ”

The magician pushed Fang Xingyang away, staggered back several steps, and finally almost fell.

Fang Xingyang didn't know what the situation was, could it be that he was injured by that chaotic necromancer and still hasn't rested well?

In the next second, there was a sudden sound of fabric breaking from the sorcerer's body.

I saw that the surging power of the witch spell briefly burst out from the witch magician, causing one of her arms to instantly turn into the kind of "curse-solving body", and then quickly changed back again.

At that moment, the "curse relief" broke through the clothes on her body, making Fang Xingyang subconsciously cover her eyes.

But even if he closed his eyes in time, he still saw the red, shocking wounds on the sorcerer's body.

"How are you?"

"Don't come here!"

Before Fang Xingyang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the roar of the sorcerer.

"Such a strong force...... From you! ”

"You're here this time...... Don't have a purpose! Say! What do you want to do to me?! ”