The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

What happened next? Ye Hanjun asked.

Then? The Desert Witch was stunned and said with a lonely look: I have been wandering for more than ten years.

You're less than 1 year old, and you haven't even mastered any skills, yet you survived? Ye Hanjun was full of interest.

Maybe it's luck. During the weakest period, we didn't encounter any deadly beasts.

Although I could only find berries, weeds, and bark as food, and I was hungry all day long, at any rate, I managed to survive.

The Desert Witch is neither sad nor happy, as if she is stating trivial things:

Later, I don't know if it was the feeling of being chased by death, which oppressed me day and night. I finally understood the first skill.

Limited by my congenital defects, my skills are very weak and can only provide the most basic protection or combat capabilities.

But I am very content. I stay active at night if I can, and hide in semi-enclosed rock caves as much as possible to save my life.

During the day, I will go out to look for food, but I will not go near the nests of dangerous creatures and only dare to move in the safest areas.

Then, by picking up the leftovers left by the monsters and the edible plants I finally found, I worked hard to grow up and survived the most powerless period.

No wonder……

Ye Hanjun thought of the core personality he saw in the qualification appraisal just now, and seemed to have some enlightenment.

Sir, the story behind is very long. Do you still want to hear it?

The Desert Witch raised her head, unsure whether to continue speaking.

No one can disturb us at the moment. Ye Hanjun responded calmly.

Although he was gathering information, his mind never relaxed, and all the surrounding disturbances were within the range of his perception.

For the time being, there are no new visitors.

Jiang Haowen and Jiang Meng seemed to be moving further and further away, and their positions were completely different from his.

Just like human mercenary groups, in the spirit ecosystem, in addition to ethnic groups, it is also possible to establish cooperative relationships between different races.

When I was about 5 years old, I met such a partner.

One of them is the demihuman Catwoman, one is the beautiful and intelligent Light Butterfly, and the other is the honest and honest Black Rhino.

Catwoman is good at reconnaissance and guerrilla warfare, and has always been our 'eyes' and 'paws.'

Light Butterfly is good at flying, has healing skills, and is very compatible with my attributes. It serves as a 'staff' in the team.

Black rhinos are savage beasts and relatively stupid.

But when encountering danger, it always rushes to the front regardless of its own safety. There is no doubt that it is our 'spear'.

The desert witch's cloudy eyes reflected the look of reminiscence, and she sighed softly:

As for me, I have mixed abilities and am not particularly proficient in anything. I am weak in every aspect.

In the beginning, I played the lowest role in the team. Later, with tacit understanding, cooperation, and repeated honing of skills, I gradually became the 'shield' and 'brain' of the team.

We didn't speak the same language, but we hunted together and lived together for six whole years.

At this point, the desert witch gave a heavy meal, bloodshot eyes visible to the naked eye filled her eyes, and a cold and biting murderous intention overflowed:

But! When I was 12 years old! There was nothing left!

A group of lizardmen attacked us. With their absolute rank difference and numerical advantage, they killed a large number of creatures.

I watched helplessly as Catwoman, Light Butterfly, and Black Rhino died one after another.

Just when it was my turn, I don't know whether it was anger or grief, but inexplicable power surged out of my body. The lizard man who caught me was severely injured by me. I fled the area and ran all the way...

When I finally woke up, I had already escaped from the lizard man's hunting ground, crossed dozens of miles, and entered the Giant Frog Pond...

Lizard people? Ye Hanjun pinched his chin and raised his eyebrows.

This kind of lowly and lowly Asian people really like to live in groups.

Every year when the climate or season reaches a fixed time, they will carry out hunting activities to judge whether the tribesmen are qualified to reach adulthood, or to select the most powerful warriors to gain greater glory.

The desert witch and her three alien companions probably encountered something like this, which was unfortunate and miserable.

But... an explosion of power within the body?

Ye Hanjun's eyes flickered, and he did not rush to a conclusion. He signaled the witch with his eyes to continue.

When you lose your partner, the only happiness you have is gone once again.

I am seriously injured and can survive independently.

But disasters happened one after another. I was in the worst state and encountered human forces that were not necessarily weaker than the lizard people.

I had no strength left to resist. My hands were cuffed with irons and an iron plate was hung on my neck. I lost my freedom and became a slave.

The desert witch showed a slightly mocking expression and sneered:

I still remember the roar of excitement and madness when they found me.

It wasn't long before they found out that I was a Gray Flash and was born with a serious defect. Their laughter suddenly stopped and instantly turned into anger.

I couldn't understand the human language at that time.

But the subsequent clues are linked together, and they probably want to squeeze out my value.

Since I am not suitable to be a contracted spirit, treat me as the lowest slave, used to vent my sexual desires, sell me to the auction house on the black market, and then sell it to the money owners with special habits at a high price.

Ye Hanjun nodded gently, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

This world is like this, the strong dominate the weak and manipulate them at will.

If you want to have the right to speak, you must rely on the power to subvert the order. There is no other shortcut.

I heard that it was the senior students of Canghai Pavilion who saved you in the end?

Those guys are stupid. The Desert Witch dismissed her. They are too greedy. They dare to have evil thoughts when they meet a beautiful woman acting alone.

It's a pity that I was weak and weak at the time and could not see the complete battle.

When I came back to my senses, there were only corpses on the ground.

The murderous intention is quite serious. Lord Ye Han said calmly, So, you owe that woman your life?

That's right. The Desert Witch did not hesitate and nodded:

I fell asleep for a while, and when I woke up again, I had already arrived at Canghai Pavilion.

Staying in the rescue center for more than half a year, until today...

Ye Hanjun thought about it for a while and continued to ask:

I have a rough understanding of my past experiences. What I focus on is what changes have occurred in your body since your first rampage?

Change? The Desert Witch lowered her head, examined the chain on her chest, and said in confusion:

I was just weak originally. After thousands of trainings and actual combat, I can at least control skills accurately.

Since I lost control, my body seems to have been mixed with a lot of messy things. They will inadvertently give me a stinging sensation and will continuously erode my internal organs.

When they accumulate for a certain period of time, they will burst out, impact my flesh and blood, twist my soul, make me crazy, and then fall into a state of unconscious destruction, instinctively attacking nearby creatures and even buildings.

Sure enough! Ye Hanjun's eyes lit up. He predicted from the beginning that the function of the iron chain was to plunder energy.

Although this will bring constant pain to the witch, this level of damage is nothing compared to losing control and going berserk.

Do you know the cause of my illness?

The desert witch raised her head. She was one meter tall and looked up at Lord Ye Han, who was 1.89 meters tall, as if she was looking at a giant.

Her eyes were full of curiosity. It was obvious that this problem had troubled her for a long time, and she was restless and unable to sleep at night.

Have everyone told you that this is because of the gray flash and that your bloodline has too much innate uncertainty...is that so?

Is not it?

The desert witch's pupils shrank, the needle tips became thinner and narrower, and she even subconsciously held her breath.

They're right.

but--

Ye Hanjun chuckled, watching the witch's eyes quickly dimming, and then quickly lighting up again, Feng Qingyun said calmly:

The extreme explosion caused the physical condition to deteriorate for a time, become unstable, and may turn into a bomb at any time... These are indeed inseparable from the gray flash.

But the core problem is that the world thinks that the dark and shining light is useless and does not have any potential to change. It always despises you, ignores you, forgets you, pities you... Colored eyes follow you like a shadow.

Including your tribe, they regard you as unknown, regard you as a shame, drive you away, exile you... and reduce you to nothing.

I can tell you today that you are actually a dusty gem, with a crystal clear interior that shines infinitely!

gem??

The desert witch's limbs were stiff. She had never heard similar comments before. She was first shocked and then confused.

How is it possible, I am a gem?

A favored spirit with medium bloodline can grow to the level of clay sculpture perfection in five or six years.

It took me 13 years, and it's as good as the embryo of clay sculpture. Is this kind of growth rate... worthy of being called a 'jewel'?

Note, I said 'dusty'.

Lord Ye Han smiled and said indifferently:

Until you wipe away the dust on the surface, you will never know whether your inner core is mud, stinky shrimps, or gold and jade.

... The Desert Witch was silent for a while, as if there was a fog floating in the sky in front of her eyes. She stretched out her hand to push it away, but it could only pass through the gaps between her fingers, and she couldn't see the road in front of her clearly.

Don't believe it? Ye Hanjun snapped his fingers and was about to speak.

There was a sudden stabbing pain in his heart, like a heavy hammer that hit him hard.

puff!

Ye Hanjun lost his balance and suddenly grabbed the railing in front of him.

His head didn't hit him just now, and his head wasn't bruised and bloody.

A mouthful of bright red blood... splashed to the ground!

A line of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth...

Cough...cough cough cough!

Ye Hanjun coughed violently, his face still pale as frost under the refraction of the shadow, terrifying and horrifying.

Sir, what's wrong with you?!

The desert witch was startled, pulled the chain and jumped forward two steps.

I want to help Ye Hanjun through the railing.

When he realized that he had no palms, only scorpion pincers and scorpion tails, his supporting movements stopped.