When the young hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team traced the traces of their companions with each other through the contact of Maodou.
Deep in the enchanted forest, in Zuge's tribal camp surrounded by huge stone 'walls', several guests who came unannounced were receiving the hospitality of the entire tribe.
Yes, a treat.
After realizing that the weak army of enchanted rats could not cause any harm to those red-eyed banshees, the elders of the Zugo tribe immediately chose to surrender.
They beat their chests and promised offerings to the three guests.
Just like they did to the cats in Uzzah.
A Zuge held an oak leather bowl, crawled on his knees, and respectfully brought it to the guests.
The bowl contained a green but clear liquid, which was a tribute mixed with tree sap and mushroom juice. The tree sap was extracted by the ancestors from a certain distinctive oak tree. It is said that the seeds of that oak tree
It was dropped from the moon by beings deep in the starry sky. After it grew into a big tree, it began to provide the most precious wine to various tribes.
Nikita was not interested in the offerings of the enchanted rats. She always stared at the little witch in rags in front of her.
Soap bubbles are beautiful, but they break easily.
The banshee took the blank picture album from the little witch's hands and flipped through it. The images on the pages had lost their color, leaving only blank outlines. There was still a little black ash left between the pages.
Nikita picked up the ashes with his fingers, put them under his nose and sniffed.
Her eyes flashed slightly.
Being from the North District of Beta Town, she could easily tell that the ashes came from a kind of match with strong hallucinogenic power. That kind of match was once the most sought-after commodity in the North District, and many people who could not afford delicacies from the mountains and seas or live in luxurious houses could not afford it.
Little magicians all hope to get such a match and realize their wishes in their dreams.
This kind of match has a stronger effect in the dreamland.
These ashes, together with the blank patterns on the picture album, as well as the little witch's tattered robes, pale face, and even the extremely faint alluring sweetness on her body, all explain a lot of problems.
"May I have your name?"
The banshee's voice was gentle, and her eyes were bright, like two rubies in the sun. The little witch's efforts to survive in the dreamland made her recall many memories that seemed far away, but were actually not that far away from her.
"Zhu...Zhu."
The little witch's voice was slow and her eyes were blank. Her voice was a little vague when she answered. Her hands were twisted together uneasily because the picture album and the small mirror were taken away. But her eyes kept falling on the small oak bowl.
Zu Ge, who was lying on the ground, clearly heard the sound of the little witch swallowing her saliva.
It raised its arms higher in joy.
"My name is Zhu Zhu, too," a clear and bright voice next to Nikita replied: "Nice to meet you! Do you want to play together?"
The banshee glanced sideways.
Wu Mian beside her had put away her makeup at some point, revealing a face that was exactly the same as the little witch's. She was holding the little witch's small mirror in her hand and was looking into the mirror happily.
It's just that unlike the little witch, Wu Mian's little robe is clean and beautiful, and the little leather shoes on her feet are also oiled. Her eyes are bright and lively, and her little mouth always pouts subconsciously when she speaks.
Adds a bit of cuteness.
The most outstanding thing about the whole face is the small mouth.
Nikita looked away.
"Why are you here?" she continued to ask the shabby 'Zhu Zhu'.
"Looking for...Mom...and Dad." The little witch stared at the bowl of green drink and swallowed another small sip of saliva. Her fingers turned white due to uneasiness and exertion.
Nikita took the bark bowl from Zugo's claw and put it into the little witch's hand.
The blue-green liquid in the bowl swayed slightly, exuding an alluring smell. A few strands of messy long hair fell from the side of the little witch's face, almost falling into the bowl.
"Drink slowly."
The banshee patted the little witch's head comfortingly, spread her fingers to comb her hair, and tucked the few fallen hairs behind her ears. At the same time, she repeated the previous question: "Do you remember...why you came here?"
Here?"
Although it is the same sentence before and after, the meaning of the words is subtly different.
The little witch tilted her head and hesitated for a moment.
"Dad... likes mice." She replied.
Nikita glanced at the shadowy brown figures nearby, and felt a little enlightened.
The Zuge who had been lying quietly at her feet finally couldn't help but raise its head and slapped its chest with its paws, saying, 'We are not mice!' - This has nothing to do with right or wrong, but with the dignity of the Zuge tribe.
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Nikita glanced at Zugo on the ground, a flash of red in his pupils.
Zuge, who was protesting for the dignity of the tribe, died without saying a word under the red light. Immediately, several strong Zuge rushed in, dragged the corpse of the deceased, and retreated.
The whole process is snappy and quiet.
The elders of each tribe immediately sent new sacrificers to offer new tributes.
The same oak bark bowl and the green-green juice.
"Who is your father?" The banshee turned back somewhat boredly and continued chatting with the little witch, as if she had just crushed a buzzing mosquito to death.
"Dad...it's...dad." Zhu Zhu sipped the green juice in the bark bowl and replied in a low voice. The rich magic power nourished her body along with the bowl of tribute, and her face slowly became more rosy.
His eyes became a little more alert.
Then she finally noticed the succubus' eyes.
"You... have red eyes?!" The little witch's eyes showed a bit of uneasiness, and there was also a struggle expression on her face: "Red eyes, that's not good."
Nikita smiled softly and touched her head again.
"Just stay alive," she repeated this sentence gently: "It doesn't matter what color your eyes are, just stay alive... Did you know that there is a kind of king's shadow grass in Crede's Glen? Its flower name is
Lily of the Valley. The Zter people call it primrose."
"This kind of flower is small and has a pleasant fragrance. Although it grows in the dark shadow, it can bloom freely and bear beautiful red fruits... Although the fruits grown in the darkness are poisonous, they are still a fruit after all.
Beautiful, real fruit."
"So it doesn't matter what color your eyes are."
"Just stay alive."
Although Zhu Zhu's complexion improved a lot after drinking the bowl of blue-green concoction, she did not really recover after all. She could not fully understand the banshee's words, which were full of metaphors and connotations.
So she was a little confused when she heard it.
The only thing she understood was that the beautiful elder sister in front of her told her not to care about red eyes. There are good things about red eyes. It is also good to live.