A damp breath burrowed into the nasal passages.

Zheng Qing shuddered and opened his eyes.

As far as the eye could see, there was a thin white mist, crisscrossing tree branches, and a bright golden moon in the dark sky. Underneath him, a compelling cold air has passed through the loose robes, conveying a penetrating coolness.

What time is it?

Where am I!

He struggled, got up, looked around in horror, and groped around with his hands for a long time, but did not find the familiar gray cloth bag. Even the amulet around his neck and the badge on his chest were gone.

A feeling of uneasiness arises.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it again.

The exhaled air was like a white exercise, wrapped in the humidity and coolness in the air, and rolled back into his lungs again.

He recognized the familiar sight in front of him.

In front is Linzhong Lake.

He now stands at the end of the tree-lined stone path that leads to the lake.

Under the moonlight, Linzhong Lake is silent.

In the distance, on the sparkling water, a strange-looking water monster stretched out its long neck to probe the leaves of the ginkgo tree on the shore, and on its back, a stout mermaid shook the reins in boredom, and its eyes closed and opened.

The big flaming red birds pinned their heads under their wings, and gathered together like a basket of hemp balls just out of the pot, and a white mist was steaming above their heads.

On the shore, a few rockery stones stand quietly on the side of the bluestone road, casting a heavy shadow on the ground by the moonlight.

He staggered a few steps, felt a little weightless, and his hands and feet seemed to be disobedient, so he immediately reached out and held a plane tree by the side of the road.

The arm ran through the trunk of the tree without hindrance, causing him to stumble.

With both hands in front of you, you can clearly see the curved bones, bulging muscles, and intertwined slender blood vessels through the pale cyan translucent skin.

Ghosts, ghosts, what's wrong with me?

His mind was a mess, and he trotted straight to the lake, where he knelt down and looked at the reflection in the lake.

A blurred face glowing with white light.

"Meow!"

An abrupt meow of a cat breaks the silence of the lakeside and startles the young wizard who is thinking crankily in front of the lake.

He looked up.

In the grass by the lake, a white kitten of a foot high emerged.

This kitten should have been born not long ago, and the fetal hair on the back of the head has not yet faded, and it looks a little mottled. Standing in the grass, trembling, it makes people feel pity.

Unlike this pitiful appearance, under the kitten's two front paws, there are two more pitiful little ones.

The left paw presses a bowelless child, and the right paw presses a flower-skinned frog.

The kitten meows, its paws pushing and shoving, trying to provoke a fight between the two aquatic animals.

It's just that at the moment of the great enemy, both crabs and frogs shrank their heads and brains, curled up their bodies, and tried their best to pretend to be half-dead.

This caused the kitten to lose interest.

Suddenly, its ears trembled and its head was raised.

A black butterfly swayed over the kitten's head and floated towards the rockery not far away. The kitten immediately forgot about the poor worm at his feet, jumped to his feet, and began to hunt for prey in the sky.

With a flick of its wings, the butterfly slid into a circle in mid-air, dodging the little furry claws, and finally landed on the towering rockery.

The kitten's big eyes narrowed, and he sneezed angrily, then climbed up the towering rockery along the protruding rock, and threw himself at the butterfly.

The black butterfly didn't seem to have expected this at all, and looked a little sluggish under the sudden pounce, and before it could even open its wings, it was crushed by the fluffy cat's claw.

Zheng Qing looked at this cute little guy, and for some reason a familiar feeling welled up in his heart.

He couldn't help but reach out.

As expected, the palm of the hand passed easily through the kitten, without a trace of blockage.

As if sensing something, the kitten tilted its head and stared at the pure, pale green cat's eyes, and looked at it curiously.

"Ah, what a cute little thing!" a crisp female voice came from behind her, startling the young public-funded student.

His neck thrust back so hard that there was even an ominous creak between the joints.

A delicate face comes into view.

Then she got closer and closer, and finally went straight through Zheng Qing's body.

The tingling sensation surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and before he could let out a comfortable moan, a spicy burning sensation squeezed out from all directions, causing him to howl miserably and fall to his knees.

"This is ......" Zheng Qing raised his hands, looking at the remaining burn marks in his palms, and a chill rose in his heart.

When he gasped and turned around, the witch was crouching by the lake and washing her face.

Her whispered self-talk drifted into the young wizard's ears with the evening breeze.

"The boss said that witches are all clean guys. ”

"So wash your face frequently. ”

He also said that as a witch, you should always put those cosmetics on your body...... It is not until you marinate yourself that you have a fragrant taste. ”

"It's like an aura of aura...... When a witch stands there, her fragrance is enveloped within five meters of her surroundings...... It is said that this is a passive skill, and as long as you walk into a wizard within the range of the aroma, your intelligence will be forcibly reduced by more than 30%. ”

“......”

The witch turned her back to Zheng Qing, and her voice gradually changed with the sound of bubbling water.

From crisp, to low, then to cloudy, hoarse.

Until the end, she could hear the sizzling noise in every word she spoke, like a bad quality radio, which made people upset to listen to it.

The kitten's meow breaks the witch's one-man show.

She looked up in amazement and saw the cute little thing on the rockery.

"You're still ?!...... It's a bit of a hassle. ”

The witch stood up, rubbed against the rockery, stretched out her pure hand, and stroked the little fluffy ball.

The kitten leaned down meekly, purring in satisfaction from its chest.

"Oops...... The butterfly was smashed by you, what should I do with you?" the witch's low voice looked a little confused: "The boss said that the school does not allow casual eating...... You can't even eat a single bug. ”

The kitten rolled over, revealing its soft belly, humming and chirping in the hope that someone would be scratched.

A vague reflection was reflected in its pure eyes.

"That's bad...... "The witch muttered, "and the boss said that I couldn't be seen washing my face...... I can't be seen...... What a bad day. ”

Slender white fingers swept over the kitten's neck, scratched, and then gently pulled.

Click.

The kitten lay quietly in place, no more sound.

The witch turned.

The bystanders collapsed to the ground in horror, their mouths wide open, like a fish in a rut.

Under the moonlight, a tall figure faced him, his face was like a crescent moon, his face was like pure porcelain, white and empty, and his eyebrows and eyes had no facial features.