Faceless held Zhu Zhu's small mirror in his hand and looked at the faces in the mirror beautifully.

As long as the painting is good, it can be disguised as any existence.

It's not just wizards.

Every time, when it takes on a new look, there will always be such a period of narcissism - even if it wears snake skin and pretends to be a pet snake, it has a happy life in the beginning.

When Nikita mentioned primroses and red fruits to Juju, although the faceless eyes were still looking in the mirror, their eyes were a little erratic.

The phrase 'just live' suddenly reminded it of a lot of past events.

The ability to change shapes and forms at will, and pretend to be someone else, is a unique talent for the Faceless. A long, long time ago, wizards discovered their existence, and some ancient books even gave them a very apt name, painted skin. Because they have no eyes, nose, mouth and ears, their whole face is as clean as a blank canvas.

Painted skin is not innate.

Until now, the wizarding world has been debating the origin of the painted skin.

So, Faceless doesn't know why it is Faceless—it doesn't know where it comes from, it doesn't know its name, it doesn't know what it is.

By the time it became conscious, it was already a faceless demon.

The leader, the captain of the Poseidon, found it curled up in a ball and passed out in the woods.

If it weren't for the leader, maybe I'd starve to death—the thought often slipped through the faceless mind in my spare time. When it was just born, it almost starved to death because it had no mouth.

It was the leader who taught it how to draw its mouth.

"If you don't even know how to draw your mouth, you'll starve to death. The leader said this, and then grabbed a small piece of charcoal, and took a piece of worn-out parchment, and taught it the art of drawing its mouth.

After faceless recovered his health, he changed his gluttonous mouth for the first time.

I have the impression that hunger is a nightmare more terrible than death. On that day, as if possessed by gluttony, it ate the blood of dozens of people until it was seriously injured by overeating.

"Only after suffering can we remember the lessons. This was another thing the leader said to it.

Since that day, Faceless has never drawn a slightly larger mouth.

This slightly pursed cherry mouth is the best for yourself.

Facing the small mirror, Faceless painted his little mouth a little redder. The wizards called it temptation—a trick the leader had told him, and it had it all in their hearts.

"You don't have the right to choose your identity, but you have the opportunity to choose your face. This is the most important thing the chief has to say to it: "...... The kind of face you choose determines how you want to live in the future. In this process, it is not important to choose, but to live. ”

Faceless's mind slid over the words the leader had said, and his wandering eyes gradually gained focus again.

It looked at the little witch not far away who looked exactly like itself, but was dressed in tatters, and for some reason, sighed deeply.

Nikita heard a sigh behind her.

But she didn't care.

At the moment, her attention was on the little witch in front of her.

"Come with me. She held out her hand to the little witch, just as Sir Ulrich had reached out to her a long, long time ago, in the depths of the Sahara: "...... That's how everybody started. ”

'Zhu Zhu' held the second bowl of tribute.

Along the edge of the bowl, he sucked the green and blue juice in small sips, refusing to waste a little. The surging magic flowed through her with the juices. Her eyes became more and more smart, but the sweet smell on her body became weaker and weaker.

It is like a candle flame that is about to run out of wax and oil, insisting on blooming that light in the wind and rain.

Long.

The little witch dropped the empty bowl in her hand, burped, and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"This is the legendary 'drinking water to quench thirst'. Her voice was full of vicissitudes that did not match her identity, and although her eyes were still blank, they were completely different from the initial blankness.

The initial confusion is the confusion after the magic power is exhausted and the consciousness falls into a blank.

And the confusion of the present is the confusion of the uncertainty of the future.

Nikita replied to the little witch with what he had just said: "It doesn't matter what you eat, what you drink, what color your eyes are...... It's good to live. ”

"But I still want to sit with my mom and dad. The little witch smiled at her, like a touch of sunshine in the morning, a breeze after the rain, clean and pure.

"You're going to die here. Nikita lowered her eyelids, looked at Zhu Zhu's tattered little leather shoes, and whispered.

"Someone said he would come back to pick me up. The little witch replied in the affirmative.

"You can't wait that long. ”

"Then wait until I'm dead to make a decision. The little witch waved her hand bravely, then took her small mirror from Faceless's hand, and took her blank album from Nikita's hand, and turned to walk deeper into the Enchanted Forest.

The two banshees stood behind her, quietly watching her distant figure without the slightest obstruction. The Zugos, who were hiding in the shadow of the oak trees, carefully patted their chests and responded to each other's confusion.

"She's not coming back. Faceless said in the crisp voice of a new face.

"It doesn't matter if you come back, or if you don't come back. Nikita smiled slightly, reaching out to grab a wisp of colorful breeze: "...... It's good to be alive. ”

An old Zugo crawled at the feet of the banshees, kissing the dirt at her feet.

Its withered hands flapped lightly against its chest, reporting to the banshees what the Ancestors had found outside the Lost Forest.

Nikita retracted the smile on her face:

"You mean, you saw the wizard's hunting party at the edge of the Enchanted Forest?"

The ancestors slapped their chests hard, affirming the banshee's judgment.

"Could it have something to do with the thunder and lightning from before?" asked Faceless as he looked at Nikita and whispered.

"Perhaps. The banshee didn't answer directly, just let go of the breeze she had just caught. After the breeze broke free from its restraints, it bravely rushed towards the sky.

Then it was torn to pieces in a louder gust of wind.

Along with the greater gust of wind was a great shadow. A shadow that had always hung over the heads of the ancestral tribes and banshees.

......

......

The wind of freedom blew from the open field, carrying the particles of emotion like diamond dust that shone like rainbow light and carried into the tall and dense oak forest.

It caused a rustling sound all around.

There is the sound of the wide leaves of the oaks

There is also the sound of the weeds in the field with their slender leaves.

Zheng Qing listened to these voices in a daze, a little distracted. The improvised guardian circle can isolate the wind with emotions and the rain with memories, but it does not isolate the sound of the wind and rain.

At this moment, in addition to the rustle of wind and rain colliding with the blades, in addition to the magic circle, there was also some constant, like the sound of wild people beating small leather drums.

It's noisy.