No, no, no, it can't be! The hostess was almost omnipotent in his mind, how could he help her with a single explosion?

He stared at the ruins below. The ground was blasted with a long scar, and the underground water gushed out, showing that the explosion that took place underground was infinitely powerful.

Huang Da's heart shook again.

"Little host. He said cautiously, "Shall I go down and have a look?"

"Not necessarily. Yan Saburo didn't reply, "You can't see anything." ”

“...... Oh. "The air pressure around the little master is so low that he doesn't dare to approach.

Fortunately, at this time, a wisp of red smoke came out of the crowd of onlookers and drifted into the second-floor window in the night.

Huang Da waved his little paw and said in surprise: "Mistress, you are finally back!"

Yan Saburo's little face has been tense all the time, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Both of them heard Chitose snort softly: "Little conscienceless, he won't even go downstairs to find me!"

Her tone was resentful, but Yan Saburo said, "You want me to stay up there and not go downstairs." ”

"......" Uh, well, that seems to be her exact words.

He added, "The rubble on the ground can't trap you." ”

"Humph!" the kid was right again.

Yan Saburo looked at the wisps of red smoke floating in the air, only to feel that the color seemed to be much lighter, and couldn't help but jump in his heart: "Why don't you transform into shape?"

"I'm afraid to scare you. Before she could finish speaking, she turned back into human form.

Or the girl who is incredibly beautiful, and the night breeze blows her clothes. Yan Saburo took a step forward, and his expression changed greatly: "You are injured!"

She had an open wound on her left shoulder the width of a palm, and it was also of a strange shape, as if it had been corroded by strong acid, and the surface was uneven. The blood flowed out, the same color as the red clothes, very inconspicuous, but it couldn't hide from Yan Saburo's eyes.

Even the plain hands sticking out of the sleeves are full of holes.

A good big beauty, the right half of her body is flawless, and the left half of her body is blurred with flesh and blood. She stood in the dim light, and there was a shocking incongruity.

Yan Saburo's pupils shrank and he stretched out his hand towards Chitose.

This is a knee-jerk move. Before he could touch her clothes, he came back to his senses and suddenly withdrew his hand: "Sit down, I'll treat your wounds and dress." ”

"It didn't work. Chitose sat down slowly, but waved her hand, "These drugs don't work for me. ”

"How is it good?" Yan Saburo stared at her wound tightly, "How could it be, it hurt here?" She was injured in the red smoke state, how could there be a specific wound?

"After all, it's not strong enough. Chitose let out a rare sigh, "I was shocked by the explosion, and it must have been reflected, but I just concentrated the damage I received on my shoulders and exploded." As he spoke, a glass lamp floated beside him.

She reached into the lamp and grabbed a cloud of golden light. Before Yan Saburo and Huang Da could see what it was, Chitose had already pressed one of them on his shoulder and pushed it down his arm to the back of his hand.

One person and one weasel heard a soft "snort" sound, like water dripping into a pot of boiling oil, and even they could see white steam coming out of the wound.

Chitose also snorted softly, with a look of pain on her face.

Yan Saburo swallowed his saliva, nervous for no reason.

However, the golden light instantly disappeared under the skin.

Immediately after, the wounds on Chitose's body healed quickly at a speed visible to the human eye.

The process of flesh growth is more terrifying than the wound itself. She specially turned half of her body to prevent Yan Saburo from seeing: "Okay, it's okay." ”

Having said that, Yan Saburo looked at her face and was still plain: "To heal like this, use a lot of willpower, right?"

"Isn't it?" As soon as he said this, Chitose wrote all the distress on his face, "Maybe this time the task of the wooden bell was done in vain, and it was a blessing to be able to break even!"

The glass lamp floated quietly in mid-air, and Yan Saburo always felt that after Chitose took the power of his wish, its brightness seemed to decrease a little.

The tiny cracks on the body of the lamp have been repaired, and there are still two long, deep cracks that stretch across the entire lamp. Under Yan Saburo's gaze, one of them deepened a little.

This is not advancing but retreating.

He opened his mouth and didn't dare to remind her, but Huang Da, who also approached to look at the light, shouted out in horror: "Oh no, no, the crack has deepened!"

Chitose was furious, and slapped it out of the window with a backhand: "It's noisy, I don't know, I need you to remind me?"

It's really a pot that can't be opened!

Yan Saburo silently watched the weasel turn into a parabola in the air, and then silently looked at her hand that she didn't have time to withdraw.

Well, the wound was basically healed, and what he saw was white and tender again.

Then he changed the way he asked the question: "How much more will power do you have to eat to fix this lamp?"

Chitose stroked the glass lamp body and said quietly: "Why do you want a wooden bell to do three or four more orange or red tasks." ”

"Orange, red?" Yan Saburo blinked, and it didn't seem to be met yet.

"That's all hard to come by. Chitose stretched out his finger and poked him on the forehead, "The reward paid for a red task is equivalent to fifty or sixty greens." ”

It really depends on luck. Of course, Yan Saburo is most concerned about the safety of the task: "What is the color and difficulty of the task given by the wooden bell?"

He subconsciously scratched his forehead, itchy.

"There's no universal standard. Chitose has been thinking about this thing for a long time, "Based on my years of experience, it is probably that the more cause and effect are involved, the more serious the consequences will be, and the darker the color of the task. ”

She shrugged: "Of course, its judgment of 'serious' or not is different from the perspective of humans. ”

Yan Saburo nodded and made a note of it.

Chitose saw at a glance that he wanted to speak and stopped, picked up the tea on the table and drank it all: "What do you want to ask again?" Looking at his appearance of wanting to ask but not daring to ask, he knew that this kid was not a good question.

"The glass lamp will always be repaired, and then what?"

Chitose was stunned: "What?"

"And then, what will happen?" Yan Saburo paused before asking, "What will happen to you?"

"Asura refers to a thing as a life, and it is equivalent to the human dantian. Chitose's face was still a little pale, and he hadn't yet returned to his previous peach face. She took advantage of the situation and sat down, watching the bustle below, "If the human dantian is broken, it must be healed before it can be practiced again; ”

"Human cultivation can build a dantian and elevate it to different realms. Chitose now understands how to make Tsubame Saburo understand, "In the same way, the fate stove can also be promoted through specific means. Different life foci have different ways of advancement. The glass lamp has to eat a lot of treasures in order to improve itself. ”

Yan Saburo thought thoughtfully: "In this way, the power of wish and the stove of life are not the same thing. ”

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