"All the materials?"

The Witch of the Book, just in case she heard it wrong, reconfirmed.

Morning Apocalypse's gaze swept over the materials:

"Yes."

The witch of the book had a look in her eyes that was both surprised and embarrassed, and she wasn't ready.

Are people in this world so fast?

The Book Witch always felt that since she came to this world, she had a big problem with the speed of her knowledge of collecting these materials.

Chen Qi held the little light shadow fox in his hand, put his fingers into the hot ears of the little light shadow fox, drilled it, and relaxed his mood.

When it comes to making prisoner hunters, Morning Apocalypse has few relevant skills, and he doesn't know how to assemble this pile of steaming black materials into an even more terrifying prisoner hunter.

Chen Qi crossed his legs and touched the little light shadow fox:

"What's wrong with you? Can't you do it, the witch of the learned book? ”

The Witch of the Book blushed and replied at once, pulling up her sleeves to reveal her slightly muscular arms:

"Of course I can.

Back then, I even had the hope of getting into the workshop of Heihe Prison, and on the theory exam, I was close to a perfect score. ”

Theory?

Chen Qi seemed to hear the voice, and couldn't help but show a puzzled look.

The Witch of Books helped her glasses, hurriedly turned out some books, and crammed her feet temporarily.

Chen Qi looked at the witch of the book, and could only trust the other party.

But without her hands, the Book Witch herself would not be able to do these things.

With a movement of his fingers, the "servant-type" black shadow in the traveler's box formed a team of twenty people.

The more Chen Qi came into contact with the black shadow, the more he felt that the black shadow was an extremely magical creation.

It has no flesh and blood, but it is unusually old and proficient in many things.

Morning Apocalypse commanded:

"Dark Shadows, from now on, apart from me, the Witch of Books is your second-level master, and she will fulfill her orders without conflicting with my orders."

The black shadow ignited a black soul flame in response to this call.

The Witch of Books pulls out some books and begins to review what she has learned.

Although there is no big workshop in Heihe Prison, as long as there is a finished product like the "Black River Prison Exoskeleton", plus these rare materials, and the Black Shadows, it is not a problem to create a prisoner hunter.

"All the Shadows, according to my steps, first burn the Hellstone, then fix the Prisoner's Heart, and find the circular opening near its heart......

……”

The Witch of Books quickly got into the groove and methodically commanded twenty dark shadows to begin crafting the Prisoner Hunter.

Chen Qi watched the unhurried movements of the black shadows, which was very comfortable.

This group of black shadows from the Black Prison is not a master in terms of the fineness of crafting items, but it is enough to be called proficient.

"It seems like there's nothing left to do with me."

Chen Qi suddenly felt relaxed.

In an instant, he could actually pet the cat while watching the witch of the book command the black shadow and make this kind of prisoner hunter.

It's so pleasant......

Chenqi touched the soft little ears of the little light shadow fox, and the little light shadow fox let out a soft purring sound from time to time.

Recently, with sufficient food, the belly of the little light shadow fox has become meaty, and it feels good.

Chen Qi suddenly looked at the pointed teeth of the little light shadow fox, and suddenly realized a problem.

The little light shadow fox is a disaster beast breed, not a "pet cat" for people to play with in their hands.

"We can't keep it like this anymore."

If you continue to raise it like this, I'm afraid that the little light shadow fox will not become a mascot.

It occurred to Chen Qi that it was indeed necessary to go to the Scourge Messenger Tower.

Chen Qi thought about it, and a feeling of tiredness came from his body.

Recently, the senses in the game have become more and more stimulating.

After a long journey in the land of prisoners, Chen Qi could feel that this body, which had been blessed by the flesh and blood core, was gradually tired.

The body slowly relaxes, and the breathing gradually calms down.

Chenqi's eyelids closed, hugged the lamp shadow fox, and fell asleep.

"There are still some difficulties, and there is still a gap between them and the prisoner hunters made by the Heihe Workshop."

The Witch of the Book sat in a chair and rubbed her hands together with a confident expression.

It's just a prisoner hunter!

She was about to pretend to be a little difficult, and then Versailles said a few words, so as to show her astonishing wisdom in front of the morning apocalypse.

The Witch of Books looked at Morning Apocalypse.

Asleep?

The Witch of Books ran to the edge of the book and thought that she had better be quieter.

After the Book Witch asked the Black Shadow to put the sheets on Morning Apocalypse, she continued to rack her brains to find a way to use these materials to make the prisoner hunter.

……

Half a day has passed, and a new day has arrived.

Chen Qi suddenly felt a warm feeling coming from his body, as well as a terrifying sense of oppression.

"There are enemies!?"

Morning Apocalypse opened his eyes abruptly and looked around, some black fire burning in his arm.

The characters in the game are also influencing the morning apocalypse.

Chen Qi could feel that the perennial vigilance of the game character was also reflected in him.

The morning apocalypse swept around, and there were no enemies!

However, the Traveler's Box at this moment surprised him a little.

Now, the [False Sky] of the Traveler's Box is no longer a bright blue sky, but has been replaced with a gloomy wind, which is a distinctly Black River Prison style.

“？？？”

Chen Qi was stunned, what is the situation, someone changed the skybox inside the traveler's box.

In front of Chen Qi, a "black shadow" with an obvious change in appearance stood in front of him, the black soul flame on the black shadow's body was burning, and it had a black flame hair.

There was a thick black fog all around, which added a lot of mystery to this "female" black shadow.

The Black Shadow held an ancient and mysterious book in his hand, and slowly opened it with his dark and illusory fingers.

Among the pages.

A white-haired witch sat by the window, the red moon's rays shining through the gauzy curtains, as if shrouding her with a soft halo. Her slender fingers gently flipped the pages, her eyes focused and bright.

Behind her, the blackboard was filled with intricate forging processes, as well as a scribbled portrait of a pitch-black monster.

The witch put down the page, picked up the black tea on the desk, and took a sip gently:

"Are you awake? Treasure hunter? ”

His gestures are elegant.

Chen Qi looked at the strange movements of the witch of the book at this moment, and asked in some surprise:

"Hmm...... Book Witch, how long have you been in this motion? ”

The Witch of Books choked:

“？？？”

At this time, one should not ask:

"Erudite Witch of Books, have you already made the Prisoner Hunter in such a short period of time?".

Chen Qi had a faint premonition that the Witch of the Book would not be worse than the Witch of the Candle, but she was sealed in the book and had no way to use her fists and feet.

"Half ...... Half-hour. ”

The Witch of Books drank her tea, her face flushed, and she replied with a slurrel.

She was very reluctant to answer the question of the morning apocalypse, which ruined the sense of ritual.

But as a professional magic book, you have to answer all questions.

She felt that a creature of the level of "Prisoner Hunter" had to have some sense of ritual after hard work.

Morning Apocalypse was a little excited:

"In other words, half an hour ago, you had already finished making the Prisoner Hunter!"

Chen Qi had to admit that she was worthy of being a witch in the past, although it was only a book now.

"Yes."

The witch of the book drank the flower tea, which should have been praised.

Morning Apocalypse looked behind the black shadow, under a white cloth, the scorching breath kept coming.

"The oppressive ...... of the prisoner hunters"

Chen Qi crooked his fingers, and the black fire lifted the white cloth under his control.

(End of chapter)