Every fallen wizard has experienced a desperate struggle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nikita vaguely remembers the first time she tore the wizard's throat.

At that time, she wandered at the end of the Nile, the scorching sun scorching the earth, and the sand beneath her feet was like a swamp, sucking her into the depths of darkness.

A young wizard has been behind her for more than a month. The hunters were always patient with their prey, and he watched her stagger and stagger through the desert from afar.

She hadn't eaten in a week.

From the body to the mind, the demon blood has completely transformed her. Wizards, or human food, will spit out in a more violent way when they eat it in their mouths. Only blood food can be accepted by the demon's body.

Of course, the flesh and blood of animals can barely feed themselves, but the more they eat, the more hungry they become. Every creature walking upright is like a moving candy, exuding an alluring sweet scent.

She resisted the desire.

So she fled into the depths of the desert.

There was not a single figure here except for the ugly insects.

Except for the wizard who was far behind her.

Lying on his back in the hot sand, Nikita stared at the endless blue of the sky, staring blankly. The insects of the desert are unusually strong, and their tough carapace is covered in body fluids like sulfuric acid. The liquid burned her lips and irritated her tongue. But what really made her completely skinless was the young wizard's loud curses.

She knew that was the usual tactic of hunters. Wizards who are corrupted by demons will become very fragile mentally, and it is easy to go crazy under the stimulus and make irrational moves. When she was a student at the first university, she was also one of the best.

The young wizard is not far away.

Nikita turned her head sideways and looked at him with slightly reddened eyes.

What a beautiful young man. Her heart was in a trance. If he was still in the academy, such a young man would definitely blush and be at a loss when he received such attention from himself. And now, this young man would only look at himself vigilantly, open his magic book, and be ready to throw the thunder spell on his head at any time.

There's no going back.

She looked back at the sky and closed her eyes.

There was a short scream of a young man, and the sound of a heavy thump of a body falling to the ground.

Nikita struggled to sit up.

By the sand dunes, an old man shrouded in a wide black robe was looking at her with scarlet eyes.

"Dead. The old man's voice was dry and hoarse, as if a cold wind was blowing through the dry woods. He raised his slender cane from under his robe and pointed to the body that was prostrate on the ground in front of him.

Nikita hesitated, then rolled over to the young wizard and touched his neck.

The pulse is indeed gone.

The old man touched her head lovingly, like a puppy. He lifted his iron-like crutch and stabbed the dead wizard's neck.

Blood, flowing softly from the black hole, exuded an alluring aroma.

It's like the black bread I took from that old trickster when I was a kid.

Nikita lowered her head and sucked.

Then, she whimpered, tore open his throat, and gulped down.

Since then, she has had a new teacher. He was a member of the Lich King's staff, and the old man made her call herself Sir Ulrich.

Sir led her out of the Sahara and back to the Lich King's realm.

As the days passed, Nikita seemed to become familiar with the life of the Lich. It's just that in the eyes of other demons, she has become a disgrace to Teacher Ulrich.

Because she only eats the corpses of wizards.

"Take your time, don't rush, everyone is like this at first. Old Sir always comforted her like this.

Until Zhou Zhou came to the territory of the Lich King. Faced with her ill-intentioned demon companions, Nikita discovers that she still can't face the wizard's death.

So she fled again with the little witch.

Now, on the Mist, there was finally nowhere to escape, and Nikita suddenly felt a sense of relief in her heart.

Maybe that's what Mr. Ulrich intended.

The demons who have fallen into darkness can only survive if they sink a little deeper.

Memories are only fleeting.

But it is as unforgettable as it is eternity.

Nikita crouched at the captain's feet, her face expressionless, her red eyes crystal clear in the darkness.

"Please let me stay on the ship. ”

The captain of the Mist sat silently behind his desk, with the wooden plate in front of him that had previously held the 'memory'. On the plate was the little witch's brain, like a bright peach, the snow-white flesh smeared with pink juice.

The black thorn in the captain's hand quickly stirred the folds in his brain, and wisps of dark blue mist burrowed into his nostrils like a small snake.

Long.

This vivid peach gradually loses its luster, revealing its blue-gray nature.

"Just because you've made offerings and boarded my ship doesn't mean you can stay on board. The captain's gentle voice sounded slowly, "So you need to give me a good reason." ”

Nikita was silent for a few seconds.

"I want to live well!" she said through gritted teeth.

"Huh!" the captain raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the witch in front of him with interest, his dark red eyes flashing with an inexplicable luster: "This reason is good, but it is not enough. ”

"I was able to blend in on a flight to First University. Nikita uttered this unusually calmly.

It was a secret between the boy with the emerald green eyes and the two of them. When she revealed the secret, she no longer had the slightest connection with her past self.

There really is no involvement.

Nikita had just died, and now standing here is Nikita Zhou.

The captain played with the thorn in his hand and looked out the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun coats the sea with a tempting layer of jam, and the dark blue sky is like a giant tablecloth covering this huge cake.

There are many interesting details flowing through the memory of the little witch just now.

In the depths of the distant silent forest, in that black hole-like prison, an ancient tree sprouted. It's a very big deal. But First University only added one dean to the black prison guard.

In the captain's impression, when the old tree bloomed, First University would at least arrange a vice-principal-level wizard to take care of it.

This means that there have been some changes at First University that have made him very interested.

The captain looked up at Nikita gently, and said, "Since you can get on that flight, let's go in." ”

Nikita nodded slowly.

"There's nothing else to do, just go up there and help. Tell them we're going to the north. ”

Nikita didn't leave immediately.

The captain looked at her quietly.

"I want her. Nikita stared at the withered peach on the wooden plate on the table.

This is the last vestige left in this world by the little witch Zhou Zhou.

"What a strange request. The captain shook his head in agreement.

Nikita held the withered brain, bowed her head tamely, and quickly left this dark world.