When the young hunters of the Sin Hunting Team are contacted by Edamame to follow each other's tracks.

Deep in the Enchanted Forest, in the tribal camp surrounded by the boulder 'walls' of the Zugons, a few guests who came unannounced were being entertained by the entire tribe.

Yes, hospitality.

Realizing that the weak army of enchanted rats could not do the slightest damage to the red-eyed banshees, the elders of the ancestral tribes immediately chose to surrender.

They beat their chests and promised their three guests an offering.

Just like they did to the cats in Usa City.

An ancestor held an oak leather bowl, prostrate, and respectfully delivered it to the guests.

The bowl contains a turquoise but clear liquid, a tribute made by blending tree sap with mushroom juice. The sap of the tree was extracted from a unique oak tree, the seeds of which are said to have been dropped from the moon by beings deep in the starry sky, and when they grow into large trees, they begin to provide the most precious wine for the Zugo tribe.

Nikita was not interested in the worship of the enchanted mice, and she kept her eyes on the tattered little witch in front of her.

Soap bubbles are beautiful, but they can be easily broken.

The banshee took the blank album from the little witch and flipped through it. The images on the pages have lost their color, leaving only blank outlines. There was still a little black ash left between the pages.

Nikita picked up the ash with her fingers and sniffed it under her nose.

Her eyes flickered slightly.

Born in the northern district of Beta, she could easily tell that the ashes came from a very hallucinogenic match, which was once the most sought-after goods in the northern district, and many small magicians who could not afford to eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas or live in a luxurious house hoped to obtain such a match and fulfill their wishes in their dreams.

This match is more effective in the dream world.

The ashes and the blank patterns in the catalogue, as well as the little witch's tattered robes, pale face, and even the faint hint of seductive sweetness on her, speak for themselves.

"What's your name?"

The banshee's voice was gentle, and her eyes were shining, like two rubies in the sun. The little witch's struggle to survive in the dream world has led her to recall many memories that seem distant, but are not so far away.

Zhu ...... Cinnabar. ”

The little witch's voice was slow, her eyes were blank, her voice was a little muffled when she answered, and her hands were twisted together uneasily because the picture book and the small mirror had been taken away. But her eyes kept falling on the small oak bowl.

Zugo, who was prostrate on the ground, clearly heard the sound of the little witch swallowing spit.

It happily raised its arms a little higher.

"My name is Zhu Zhu, too," replied a crisp and bright voice beside Nikita, "it's a pleasure to meet you!

The banshee glanced sideways.

The faceless beside her had already put away her makeup, revealing a face exactly like the little witch. She held the little witch's mirror in her hand, and was looking at it happily.

It's just that unlike the little witch, the little robes on the faceless body are clean and beautiful, and the small leather shoes on the feet are also oiled. Her eyes are bright, and her small mouth always pouts subconsciously when she speaks, adding a bit of cuteness.

On the whole face, the most brilliant thing is the little mouth.

Nikita withdrew her gaze.

"Why are you here?" she continued, asking the tatteredly clad 'Zhu Zhu'.

"Find ...... Mom...... And, Dad. The little witch stared at the bowl of green drink, and swallowed a small mouthful of saliva, her fingers wringing white with unease and force.

Nikita took the bark bowl from Zugo's paws and shoved it into the little witch's hand.

The turquoise liquid in the bowl shook slightly, giving off an alluring scent. A few strands of messy long hair fell from the side of the little witch's cheek and almost fell into the bowl.

"Drink slowly. ”

The banshee patted the little witch's head comfortingly, brushed her hair with her fingers apart, and pulled the strands of hair behind her ears while repeating the previous question: "Do you remember...... Why are you here?"

Although it is the same sentence before and after, the meaning of the words is subtly different.

The little witch tilted her head and hesitated for a moment.

"Daddy...... Loves mice. She replied.

Nikita glanced at the shadowy brown figures nearby, and felt a little stunned in her heart.

The Zugo, who had been lying quietly at her feet, finally raised his head and slapped his claws on his chest, saying, 'We are not rats!' - it was not right or wrong, but the dignity of the Zugo.

Nikita glanced at Zugo on the ground, and a red glow flashed in his pupils.

The ancestors who protested for the dignity of the tribe did not say a word, and they died under the red light. Immediately, several strong Zugos rushed in, dragged the corpses of the deceased, and retreated.

The whole process is agile and quiet.

The elders of the ancestral tribes immediately sent new sacrificers to offer new tributes.

The same oak bowl with that turquoise sap.

"Who's your father?" the banshee turned back with some boredom and continued to chat with the little witch, as if she had just pinched a buzzing mosquito to death.

"Daddy...... It is... Father. Zhu Zhu took a sip of the cyan sap in the bark bowl and replied in a low voice. The rich magic nourished her body with the bowl of tribute, and her face slowly became a little more ruddy, and her eyes were a little more agile.

Then she finally noticed the banshee's eyes.

"You...... Red eyes?!" The little witch's eyes showed a little uneasiness, and there was a little more struggling expression on her face: "Red eyes, it's not good." ”

Nikita smiled softly and touched her head again.

"It's good to live," she said softly, "It doesn't matter what color your eyes are, it's good to live...... Did you know that there is a kind of Shadow Grass in Cred's Valley, and its flower is called Lily of the Valley? The Ztl people call it primrose. ”

"This flower is small and has a pleasant aroma. Although it grows in the shadows of the dark, it can bloom freely and bear beautiful red fruit...... Although the fruit that comes out of the darkness is poisonous, it is a beautiful, true fruit after all. ”

"So, it doesn't matter what color the eyes are. ”

"It's good to live. ”

Although Zhu Zhu's complexion was much better after drinking the bowl of green and blue medicinal juice, he did not really recover after all. The banshee's words, full of metaphors and connotations, she couldn't fully understand.

So she was a little dazed.

The only thing I understood was that the beautiful big sister in front of her told her not to care about red eyes, red eyes are also good. It's also good to live.

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