Rows of scrolls were placed on the table, a large number of strange-shaped bottles were stacked, gold coins, silver coins, and copper coins not issued in the witch world were mixed.
Jiang Han stood in front of the table and counted:
"Scrolls of Wisdom... I bought a lot of them before. Obviously, Scrolls of Wisdom are not suitable for Cat Lanterns..."
"Meow!?"
All the cat lanterns in the Misty Cat's Nest poked their heads out to look over.
Jiang Han quickly waved his hand: "Actually, I bought it for the ice bear."
The cat lanterns then took their heads back and each did their own thing.
Jiang Han took a long breath.
Her little face was red, her big eyes looked at the table, and she sighed again, her facial features wrinkled.
What a mess...
He picked up a scroll and looked at it: [Acid Mist Technique]
"The sixth-level spell scroll must be preserved..." She felt something was wrong, narrowed her eyes, and held the scroll high to examine it carefully.
Finally, I saw a line of unreadable words in the lower right corner:
[Gargamel Sisterhood Special Scroll]
[If the actual effect is low, you are not allowed to appeal]
[If you buy a six-ring scroll with the money of a three-ring scroll, you will make a profit no matter how you look at it, right?]
…
The actual effect of this thing is probably very impressive.
Jiang Han flattened his mouth, threw it on a low table next to him, and shouted to the lazy cat sofa next to the low table:
"Tricky spell scroll, about three rings!"
Pricia poked her head out. She was wearing cat-ear headphones. When she took off the headphones, she could faintly hear the tune of "Yodeling" being played inside.
She made an OK gesture: "Okay sisters."
Jiang Han blew a kiss: "I love you, sister."
Priscilla happily threw the scroll into the sorting box next to her, and quickly wrote a note and handed it inside.
The automatic classification function of the classification box is difficult to implement. Many witches tried their best to design hundreds of kinds of golems but could not complete it. Finally, the great Angelette came up with a way: [Put a cat lantern in it and give it to her.
Dried fish and a small screen for reading novels and TV, as well as the Internet]
look!
Even Anjie sometimes directly performs a [Cat Lantern Punk Technology]!
…
Jiang Han turned around, glanced at the table, and the stored supplies that the Wuxian Cat Lamp took out from his tail. Fortunately, the Nightmare Cat Lamp, the Mushroom Cat Lamp, and the Famous Cat Lamp (actually Wuxian Cat Lamp)
Immortals (not counting the Familia) are also helping to sort it out.
It’s almost Chinese New Year!
As the Chinese New Year is approaching, it’s time to take care of your inventory.
I want to give the fireball scroll to the children, the hamster ball pseudo-divine scroll to my friends, and the alchemy belt to bring the unreliable master Jiang Han, who is my own potion. I also want to give it to the cat lanterns.
Gifts or something.
These need to be sorted out.
A large pile of materials piled on the shore of Wuxian Lake, objects taken from the copy created by Xiang Bahan.
There are so many of them!
"When did I buy it?" Jiang Han pointed to a box of automatic disc sweepers that was enchanted with [flying in the air] fifteen times a day and calculated using Jiang Han's own spellcasting level, with a horrified tone.
In fact, she didn't even know when she bound [Spellcasting Level] to these props.
"The cats bought it, the cats bought it!"
A fog fairy floated lightly on top of the automatic disc sweeper. When it tapped its tail, the enchantment was triggered. The disc sweeper floated up and started slowly and slowly, floating slowly and irregularly in the air...
"Meow!"
Jiang Han rubbed his head and felt that his blood vessels were about to explode.
"Meow hahaha!"
The tail of a cat lamp was sucked in, and the whole cat was suspended, meowing and moving wildly.
"The cat kidnapped the cat!" The fog fairy declared loudly and triumphantly, and the mushroom cat lantern below took out the explosive mushroom in fear.
…
"don't want"
Jiang Han transforms into the cat world Pavarotti.
But it's still too late.
A violent explosion blew up the sweeper. At the same time, two cats were loaded into the table. The scrolls and medicine bottles that had been put away with great difficulty all crashed to the ground...
Fortunately, the bottles containing potions in Witch World are shock-proof and anti-fall, otherwise some cats would be hung up at this moment.
Jiang Han clutched his chest and felt a heartache.
rustle.
The fabric rubbed against the lazy cat sofa, and the ghost witch walked over with long legs.
She squatted down and slowly picked up the medicine. At the same time, she snapped her fingers, and two invisible servants and two ghost hands floated out, picking up items that could be touched by magic substances.
...Jiang Han's frown eased, but he still knelt down and sorted things with a stern expression.
The soft spell scrolls need to be touched and sorted by the witches themselves before being sealed into the scroll tube. The theory of spell material is very troublesome, but it brings an industrialized scroll production process to the witches, and only requires some raw materials.
They packed their things silently, and neither of them spoke.
And the cats and lanterns also knew that they were in trouble, so they stopped meowing. Cat Dumpling lay on the ground packing his things.
This eerie silence makes it easy to calm down.
Feel the breath of the people around you.
Feel her smile and gaze.
It's easy to be frightened by some unexpected touches when your senses suddenly feel peaceful.
"Ah, I'm sorry, sorry."
Jiang Han's arm accidentally touched the opponent's calf.
"It's okay, it's okay..."
Pricia was also a little panicked.
Rather, in a quiet environment, touching it casually will produce a state similar to the suspension bridge effect.
It's hard to say how this state came about.
Jiang Han's face turned a little red, and he squeezed Pricia's hand aggrievedly: "You have to talk, otherwise you will be too quiet, I..."
Uneasy, confused and scared.
Priscilla laughed dumbly: "If you want me to speak..."
She pointed at the troublesome cat lanterns and said, "You might as well let these cats say a few words."
"Meow!"
The cat lanterns already know that they are in trouble, so they act like "the cat is just a cat, the cat is not a cat lantern, and the cat is mute".
But at the same time, they all looked at Jiang Han pitifully.
These cats.
Jiang Han smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and touched the cats' heads.
"Okay, okay, I'm not angry with the cat anymore."
"Yes, yes, Mao Mao Han is not so stingy." Pricia smiled and reached out to touch Jiang Han's head first, and then the cat lights.
"That's right, meow."
Jiang Han raised his head proudly.
Pricia snickered.
Those cat lanterns meowed happily again.
And he made a guarantee there: "The cat promises not to do it again next time. The cats are playing around and will take a good look at the situation."
