Dan pills dripping and swirling at the bottom of the bottle.

I stared nervously at the bottle, my eyes didn't dare to blink, only to see the turquoise frog swooping to the side, puffing out my eyes and staring at the small pill that fell from the sky, my face full of alertness.

What will happen next, Wuya didn't say, and I don't know.

The patriarch leaned over and looked at the bottle.

Danmaru is still spinning. The frog poked its head out.

I couldn't help but turn my head to look at Forgetyan lying on the ground, only to see Kazama crouching beside him, gently combing his hair and wringing out his river-soaked clothes.

Shouldn't Kazama be the same as me and the patriarch, staring nervously at the changes in the bottle?

My heart suddenly shook: it turned out that for Kazama, no matter at any time or under any circumstances, the only thing she was most nervous about and cared about the most was forgetting to speak!

Very good. I turned my gaze back and looked inside the bottle. At this moment, I don't have any distractions, I just hope that this wandering frog can extract the blood of the king of the blood clan mixed with the pill, and the pill will forget to save the life, and I have no other thoughts - I am the Witch Shadow Clan, he is a human being, and I still have a promise with the boundless, what can I do?

The wandering frog finally noticed something unusual, only to see that its body did not move, its head was stretched, and it slowly opened its mouth, and a red slender tongue poked out of its mouth, and the tongue suddenly burst out, and at once it accurately caught the dark red pill that was still spinning.

My hand holding the bottle shook suddenly, what the hell is this phantom frog going to do?

Wuya just handed over the bottle and the frog to me, saying that he would put the pill in the bottle and live with the frog, and he could save him if he forgot to say it, and he didn't say anything else. I should have asked clearly.

The patriarch's hand reached over and sank slightly on my shoulder, only to hear him say steadily: "Calm down, don't panic! I believe you." Forgetfulness is also waiting for you. ”

I smiled silently, "You believe me?" I don't believe in myself. It only took a day or two to be brought back to the Holy Clan by Wuya, and my whole world was shattered. What I saw, heard, and my bizarre identity – I wasn't even human – left me at a loss as to how to deal with what had been. Even if Wu Ya manipulated my eyes and hair so that I could continue to mingle among my companions conveniently, could I deceive others and myself? If I could save the forgetfulness, how could I look him in the eye?

"Look!" the patriarch whispered to me, interrupting my train of thought.

I saw that the tip of the tongue of the Youyou Frog was against the rotating pill, and the pill finally stopped. Instead of curling up his tongue and snatching the pill into his mouth, as I feared, the frog straightened its tongue and steadied itself, not moving.

Strange, what is it doing?

I gasped for breath and pressed my eyes closer to the bottle.

It turns out that it's not motionless, it's busy!

Its straight, straight tongue was like a narrow conveyor belt, absorbing a thin, crimson line of blood from the pill and transporting it into its body!

The color of the pill faded and gradually turned red, and in the body of the frog, there was a faint red light shining from the inside out, reflecting its turquoise skin, which was beautiful and strange.

I looked at the patriarch, and his face was as complicated as ever, happy and sad—what a strange man.

Wuya really didn't lie to me. I just need to wait patiently until the Youyou Frog absorbs all the blood doped in the pill, and the pill returns to its original state, and I can wake up without saying anything!

My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I held my breath, and I was patient......

With a soft "click", the frog lowered its long tongue, and the blood line on the tongue disappeared. It seemed to be a little tired, and it was retracting its tongue little by little. Its body looked burnt yellow—a weird color, I didn't like it.

Danmaru leaned quietly against the bottom of the bottle, and the color had completely returned to red, which was the first time I saw it.

"It's done!" the patriarch's voice couldn't contain the excitement, and he turned around and beckoned: "Quick, Kazama, quickly help the forgetfulness up!"

I didn't care to look back at the pill and the frog in the bottle in front of me, now, how to take the pill out of the bottle safely?

"I'll try it," the patriarch took the vial from my hand, looked at the bottle, and whispered, "Have you noticed that the body of this phantom frog is larger than the mouth of the bottle?"

Really.

"The pill needs to be taken out, and as for this frog, it's better to keep it in the bottle, right?" asked the patriarch.

"It should be, I don't know anything about this frog, it was given to me by the King of the Blood Clan, don't let it out, I'm worried that it can't be controlled. I said.

I don't know if it's because I'm too careful, but I feel that when I speak, a pair of eyes are staring at me. I was uncomfortable for a moment, glancing into the bottle, only to see the burnt yellow frog with its face up, its swollen eyes facing me, as if listening to me intently, its huge mouth pursed into a line, and a faint contemptuous smile made me giggle in fright.

"You can get it, it's just...... Don't let it out. "I don't turn my face away, and I glanced at Forgetfulness and Kazama. Kazama had already picked him up and let him sit in his arms. The boy's face was like the depths of the sea, dead and quiet, and the girl's eyes were burning, and the renewed hope almost exploded her face and bloomed with light.

"Okay, you come and cooperate with me. The patriarch commanded.

He put the bottle down, spread it horizontally on his palm, and gently moved his fingers to move the pill in the bottle towards the mouth of the bottle little by little.

I stared at the trajectory of the pill, and I couldn't help but check the movement of the wandering frog. I saw that it was very calm, and as the bottle moved, it spread out its big feet and moved towards the bottom of the bottle, as if it knew exactly what we wanted to do: Don't you just want to take out the pill?

I didn't dare to look directly into the frog's eyes anymore, but I always felt that it was moving while its eyes were always staring at me - it made me feel very uncomfortable, I couldn't tell what it was thinking, I was more worried that it would suddenly burst out and swallow the pill.

"It's almost ...... It's almost ......" The patriarch's voice sounded a little nervous: "You listen to my instructions, when I say 'open', you quickly pull out the cork with one hand, I will tilt the bottle and pour the pill directly into the palm of your other hand, remember?"

"Remember, it's just," I asked, "why don't you use your hands to uncork the bottle, the bottle is in your hand, and you have more control over the timing of that opening." ”

The patriarch raised his eyes, and his slender eyes flashed over me like lightning, very sharp.

"The bottle is smaller, the mouth is smaller, and your fingers are more convenient and flexible. Why, don't you believe yourself?" the patriarch explained, in a gentle tone, "But a frog, even if it really comes out of the bottle, just stuff it back in, I'm afraid it will do something!"

The patriarch was right. I couldn't help but glance at the frog that had obediently retreated to the bottom of the bottle, and it was pursing its lips and looking at me quietly, its cheeks puffing silently - I didn't like it, I didn't like it very much, it seemed to study me, and it made me feel very uneasy.

But I didn't say anything.

Staring intently at Danmaru. Wait for the Patriarch's instructions. After a while, I will wake up and stand in front of me, my gentle eyes starlight falling, and the fragrance of the fragrance is like a spring breeze blowing on my face - oh my God, I can't wait any longer!

"Open!" the patriarch suddenly whispered.

I was trembling, reflexive, my fingers were fast past my brain, and my fingertips picked at the cork.

I heard a soft "bang", and the cork burst out of the mouth of the bottle.

My other hand was already in the palm of my hand, waiting for the mouth of the bottle.

The mouth of the bottle crossed my fingers, and the crimson pill fell into the palm of my hand. As soon as my heart was relieved, I raised my hand and threw the pill towards Kazama, shouting, "The wind stops!"

For a moment, I felt something flicker, like a frog in a bottle blinking at me, its swollen eyes - but does the frog have eyelids? Does it blink? Why does it feel so weird?

"Plug the bottle!" the patriarch snapped, quickly erecting the topped bottle.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I pinched the cork and buckled it to the mouth of the bottle - maybe we were too cautious, but a little frog who was looking for the blood of the King of the Blood, its mission was accomplished, and when he saw the end, he would return it, so why be nervous like this!

The moment my fingertips touched the mouth of the bottle, the frog at the bottom of the bottle suddenly lit up, its body did not move, its mouth was large, and a red tongue went straight to the mouth of the bottle, and the tip of its tongue pierced into my fingers.

I felt a tingling sensation, and my fingers instantly disobeyed, allowing the frog's tongue to roll my fingers into the bottle.