Ye Hanjun left the Disabled Soul Rescue Center.

Blind box chamber of commerce, cross old street or something, now you really don't have to think about it.

Out of 100 points, Flower Candle now only has a passing score of 60-70.

But once the problem of gray and glitter is solved, the minimum score is 90 points, the cap is 99 points, and 1 point less is given to avoid pride.

"Hum Hum Boom T

A stinking and sweaty iron-hoofed cow, panting and running hard.

This is naturally the vehicle of the post station, and when the funds are not abundant enough, and there is no soul to ride, this can only be the decision.

"Moo!!"

Passing through the residential area, the ox cart brakes.

Ye Hanjun pinched his thigh, slightly awkwardly disarmed the protective device, and then staggered out of the car.

"What's wrong with this person, he looks like he's been hollowed out......"

"Bah! The skin is as white as paper, and there will be no terminal disease! Get away from me! ”

The voice of secretly talking and the undisguised tone of disgust came from the carriage that had just left.

Ye Hanjun turned a deaf ear, and just wanted to hurry back to the room and lie down and take a good sleep.

- Excess consumption today.

The few knives that destroyed the Witch Chakra seemed to be an understatement, and it didn't take much effort.

In fact, Ye Hanjun needs to invest a lot of attention and feel the energy changes in Hua Candle's body with all his might, and he can't relax for a minute.

Seize the opportunity halfway and shoot as fast as lightning.

In the end, under the pressure of Bingji and others, the contract ceremony was forcibly opened.

After a few times, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is half desperate.

Ye Hanjun can hold on until he leaves without changing his face, three points rely on acting skills, and seven points rely on perseverance.

But now......

…… He couldn't hold it anymore!

"Bang!"

The door opened, and the soles of Ye Hanjun's feet softened, and he fell firmly.

He bit the tip of his tongue, forced himself to come to his senses, and turned around to make sure that the door was closed and the defensive array was successfully activated before he could really unload his defense.

"Wow~~~"

The light flickered, the goose-yellow circular formation was short-lived, and the desert witch opened her blank eyes, instinctively alerted, and looked around cautiously.

"Throw me on the bed......"

"Forget it, it's too dirty, just lie on the ground."

"Before tomorrow evening, if I haven't woken up, be sure to wake me up, don't forget ......"

Ye Hanjun, who was as angry as a gossamer, tilted his head and completely fainted after giving the last sentence.

"Adult ......"

Hua Zhu blinked, a hint of astonishment on her face.

In the face of the caretaker Bingji, the adults can still be calm.

In the blink of an eye, what's going on?

The embarrassed appearance of this paralyzed on the ground is not a little different from the unfathomable mysterious image in my impression......

Hesitating, the Desert Witch looked around.

Everything she can see is novelty, whether it is the furniture or the style of decoration, she can look at it for a long time.

"Breathe—breathe—"

"Puff-puff-"

With the bare soles of her feet on the ground, these little legs made of quicksand additionally hide one of the core sensor officers of the Desert Witch, the "slit receptor".

With this organ, within a radius of thirty meters, the movement of a grain of sand or the rolling of a stone will release ripples that are invisible to the naked eye.

These ripples take a tiny amount of time to reach the legs, and by calculating this time difference, the witch is able to capture the location and distance of the anomalous target in an almost instinctive way.

Correspondingly, strange vibrations, subtle sounds...... These are transmitted to the witch's legs, and finally the brain collects the signals to determine whether the body is safe or not.

At this time, the empty villa was very quiet, only the sound of Ye Hanjun and her breathing and heartbeat, and there was no spiritual warning.

But the candle raised her eyebrows, followed the source of a slight sound, step by step, cautiously approaching a white door.

"Click-"

The door was pushed open, and an arrow of water shot at it.

Hua Zhu didn't think about it, tilted his head to dodge, and the scorpion tail behind him suddenly tightened.

"Huh?"

In the next second, the erected scorpion tail was lowered again, and the flower candle's mouth opened slightly, looking at the things in front of him in surprise.

"Puff~~Puff~~"

A pure white and flawless tadpole jumps back and forth in the water tank, jumping an astonishing five centimeters.

Hua Zhu was stunned, and seeing that another water arrow was shooting, she raised the pliers in her right hand, snapped and scattered, unharmed.

"Babble?"

Sensing the sudden appearance of a desert witch, the tadpole stops playing.

It has a large head that is very disproportionate to its body, and its eyes the size of a grain of rice glow with innocence, and there is no emotion of fear, only curiosity.

"What kind of creature is this?" The flower candle was stunned.

Judging from her perception, this little guy is not threatening at all, and if he encounters it in the wild, he will not even look at it.

But only, in the place where adults live, this little tadpole that is leisurely frolicking in the bathroom is clearly different from those small fish and shrimp, and Hua Zhu does not dare to despise it at all.

"Babble~~~"

Half of the tadpole body is soaked in water, the upper half of the head is raised, and the water is spat vertically three times.

When the three water arrows lost their thrust and fell in reverse, with the water tank as the edge line, it seemed like a light rain overhead.

"You want to play with me?"

Flower Candle took a step back, wanting to leave.

Since the danger is eliminated, it is the best choice not to move or touch anything until the adult wakes up.

But the little tadpole didn't want her to go, and suddenly jumped twice, puffing and spitting, changing tricks to attract her attention.

"Forget it, you can't make a difference......"

Hua Zhu was just entangled for a moment, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, cutting off all self-asserted ideas.

She closed the door of the bathroom again, and returned to Ye Hanjun's side, while being in charge of guarding, she looked at the adults, facial features, skin color, hair quality, and figure...... Every detail must be carefully imprinted on the heartstrings.

This is the master who promises to follow him to the death.

What I have to do now is to get acquainted with it, not to live up to expectations, and not to lose myself again.

……

"Hmm, I'm so tired that I almost got rid of ......"

On the second day, just after noon, the night cold gentleman woke up slowly.

The tired color at the bottom of his pupils eased slightly, but his overall face still looked like an injury that had not healed for a long time, and his weakness and malaise were real.

"Your Excellency, you're awake."

Not very pure, but the voice is still soft witch whisper sounded.

Ye Hanjun held his forehead, looked sideways, and his sleepy eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, you washed your body with sand?"

The blood-stained Desert Witch Flower Candle in her memory has a new look at this time, and the change in appearance is very distinct.

She was still a meter tall, skinny, short, like a stunted human girl.

But there were no obvious blood stains on her bare skin, and even though the scars were inevitable, they were indeed clean overall.

Of course, a more intuitive reference is probably a whole set of witch costumes.

A black wizard hat on his head, a black and white gradient dress on his body, and a sky blue striped satin with his arms in his arms......

These congenital garments, originally tattered, were not only stained with dirt and blood, but also emitted a disgusting stench.

Now it's completely different, it's like it's been washed, the colors are brighter, and the tattered places are repaired.

At first glance, although it is still not as colorful as a desert witch with normal blood.

But at least Ye Hanjun no longer resisted, and was willing to observe more carefully from head to toe with an appreciative eye.

——

[Race Name]: Desert Witch

Chaos Seal: "Witch"

[Major]: Spell Dao / Spell Dao / Magic Dao

[Rank]: Clay Sculpture Fetus: Dacheng

[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: 10 "Clamps", 15 "Tail Thorns", 12 "Blowing Sand", 20 "Gathering Sand into a Shield"

[Core Personality]: "Unyielding"

[Current Status]: Turbid Spirit/Broken Life (Countdown)/Wounded (Medium)/Hungry (Mild)/Gratitude (Depth)/Awe (Depth)/...

[Contractual Relationship]: Stable

"Yes, the superficial wound is almost healed, and only the penetrating wound on the chest remains......"

"The flesh and blood include the damage to the organs of various parts, these don't care, it just looks serious, but in fact it is in a special state of equilibrium, and it can't be intervened ......"

Ye Hanjun gradually became accustomed to the active power "qualification appraisal", not deliberately abusing it, but to verify his conjecture and reduce the possibility of misjudgment.

"You must have fumbled with your skills while I was asleep, right?"

"I estimate that your current state is equivalent to before the first outbreak, there will be no abnormal energy in your body gathered together, there will be no tingling sensation, there will be no risk of losing control and going wild, and you will return to the stage of 'although it seems to be weak, but the skills are tempered', is that so?"

"What your lord said is very true."

The flower candle showed respect, and the dark yellow snake pupils were obviously clearer than yesterday, with an extra touch of spirituality.

"Before, I was in a cage, bound by energy-pumping chains, and it was difficult for me to release my skills when I was in a weak state."

"But if there were no chains, my own state would be extremely unstable."

"Either delay casting, or interrupt casting."

"It's not easy to release it by chance, and the strength of the skill is not in my control."

"I can't even control the area covered and the angle of orientation, and my whole body is fragmented, as if I have changed my body."

"Well, it doesn't matter if the skill is weak for a short time, the fineness is more important."

"As long as we can control our skills accurately, with wisdom and tactics, we will have countless opportunities to take advantage of in the actual combat process."

Ye Hanjun pinched his chin and thought about it:

"At most, a week, by the time the penetrating chest injury heals initially, you may be in the same condition as in the past."

"But adults ......"

The candle was about to come out and stopped, and he hesitated:

"My skills aren't just weak......"

"I know," Nightshade-kun didn't care, "one of my powers, the ability to see the skills you have mastered. ”

"The only sand spells you have mastered are 'Raising Sand' and 'Gathering Sand into a Shield'."

"But neither of these are offensive and don't have an additional attack damage bonus, so you care about that?"