The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

Ye Hanjun left the Disabled Spirit Rescue Center.

There is really no need to consider the Blind Box Chamber of Commerce, Cross Old Street, etc. now.

Out of 100 points, Huazhu now only has a passing score of 60-70.

But once the problem of dimness and flash is solved, the minimum score is 90 points and the maximum score is 99 points. Give 1 point less to avoid complacency.

Hmph humch - hum hum hum -

A stinking, sweaty, iron-hoofed cow was panting heavily and running hard.

This is naturally the vehicle used by the inn. When the funds are not sufficient and there are no spirits to ride, this is the only solution.

Moo!!

Passing through a residential area, the ox cart stopped.

Ye Hanjun pinched his thigh, clumsily lifted the protective device, and then stumbled out of the car.

What's wrong with this person? He looks like he's been hollowed out...

Eh! My skin is as pale as paper. You can't be suffering from some terminal disease! Stay away from me!

The sounds of secret discussions and the undisguised tone of disdain came from the car that had just left.

Ye Hanjun turned a deaf ear and just wanted to go back to the room quickly, lie down and take a good nap.

——Excessive consumption today.

The few swords that destroyed the witch chakra seemed to be an understatement and took no effort.

In fact, Ye Hanjun needs to devote a lot of attention to sensing the energy changes in Hua Zhu's body, and cannot relax even for a minute.

Seize the opportunity midway and take action as fast as lightning.

Finally, under the pressure of Bing Ji and others, the contract ceremony was forcibly started.

After all these efforts, it would be no exaggeration to say that he was half desperate.

Ye Hanjun was able to hold on until he left without changing his expression. Three points depended on his acting skills and seven points depended on his perseverance.

but now……

...He can't hold it anymore!

Bang!

When the door opened, Ye Hanjun's soles softened and he fell hard.

He bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to wake up. He turned around and confirmed that the door was closed and the defense pattern was successfully activated before he truly let go of his guard.

Wow~~~

The light flashed, and the goose-yellow circular formation flashed in the pan. The desert witch opened her dazed eyes, instinctively became alert, and carefully looked around.

Throw me on the bed...

Forget it, you're too dirty, just lie down on the floor.

Before tomorrow evening, if I haven't woken up yet, you must wake me up. Don't forget...

Ye Hanjun, who was as angry as a gossamer, tilted his head and fainted completely after giving the last instruction.

grown ups……

Hua Zhu blinked, a trace of surprise occupying her face.

Facing the caretaker Bing Ji, the adults were able to remain calm and calm.

In the blink of an eye, what happened?

This look of embarrassment lying on the ground is not even the slightest bit different from the unfathomable and mysterious image in my impression...

Hesitantly, the Desert Witch looked around.

Everything she saw was novel and novel. Whether it was the furniture or the decoration style, she could stare at it for a long time.

breathe--

Plop-plop-

The bare soles of her feet were on the ground. On these calves made of quicksand, one of the most core sensory organs of the Desert Witch, the slit receptor, was hidden.

Through this organ, within a radius of thirty meters, whether it is the movement of a grain of sand or the rolling of a stone, ripples invisible to the naked eye will be released.

It takes a tiny amount of time for these ripples to reach the legs. By calculating this time difference, the witch can capture the direction and distance of the abnormal target in an almost instinctive way.

Correspondingly, strange vibrations, subtle sounds... these will be transmitted to the witch's legs, and finally the brain will collect the signals to determine whether the surrounding body is safe.

At this time, the empty villa was very quiet, except for Ye Hanjun and her breathing and heartbeat, without any spiritual warning.

But Hua Zhu raised her eyebrows, followed the source of a slight sound, and cautiously approached a white door step by step.

Click——

The door was pushed open, and a water arrow shot over.

Without thinking, Hua Zhu tilted her head to dodge, and the scorpion tail behind her suddenly tightened.

Eh?

The next second, the erected scorpion tail was put down again. Hua Zhu opened his mouth slightly and looked at the thing in front of him in surprise.

Plop~~Plop~~

A pure white tadpole jumped back and forth in the water tank, reaching an astonishing height of five centimeters.

Hua Zhu was stunned. Seeing another water arrow coming, she raised the pliers in her right hand and snapped them away, leaving her unscathed.

Eye?

Spotting the sudden appearance of the desert witch, the tadpole stopped playing.

It tilted its big head, which was extremely disproportionate to its body, and its eyes the size of rice grains glowed with innocence. There was no fear, only curiosity.

What kind of creature is this? Hua Zhu was confused.

According to her perception, this little guy is not threatening at all. If she encounters him in the wild, he will not even take a glance at it.

But only, in the adult's residence, this little tadpole playing leisurely in the bathroom made it clear that he was different from those small fish and shrimps, and Hua Zhu did not dare to look down upon him at all.

Yeah~~~

Half of the tadpole's body was soaked in the water, the upper half of its head was raised, and it spit out water vertically three times.

When the three water arrows lost their thrust and fell in the opposite direction, with the water tank as the edge, it felt like a light rain fell above the head.

You want to play with me?

Hua Zhu took a step back and wanted to leave.

Since the danger has been eliminated, it is the best choice not to move or touch anything until the adults wake up.

But the little tadpole didn't want her to go, so he suddenly jumped up and down twice, spitting water, and changed his tricks to attract her attention.

Forget it, we can't create unnecessary complications...

Hua Zhu was only entangled for a moment, no matter what, she cut off all her own thoughts.

She closed the bathroom door again and returned to Ye Hanjun. While taking charge of the watch, she looked at the adult. His facial features, skin color, hair texture, figure... every detail must be carefully impressed on her heart.

This is the master who promises to follow him to the death.

What we have to do now is to get familiar with it gradually, not wanting to live up to expectations and not wanting to lose ourselves again.

…

Well, I'm so exhausted that I almost lost my temper...

On the second day, just after noon, Ye Hanjun woke up leisurely.

The tired look in his pupils had softened slightly, but his overall face still looked like a patient who had been ill for a long time. He was really weak and languid.

Sir, you're awake.

The witchcraft language that was not very pure, but had a relatively soft voice, sounded.

Ye Hanjun held his forehead and looked sideways, his sleepy eyes suddenly lit up.

Hey, you washed your body with sand?

The desert witch Hua Zhu, who was covered in blood in her memory, now has a completely new look, and the change in appearance is very distinct.

She is still one meter tall, thin and short, like a stunted little human girl.

But on her exposed skin, no obvious blood stains could be seen. Even though the scars were unavoidable, it was indeed clean overall.

Of course, a more intuitive reference would probably be a complete set of witch costumes.

The black wizard hat on her head, the black and white gradient dress on her body, the sky blue striped satin on her arms...

These congenital clothes were originally in tatters and were not only stained with dirt and blood, but also exuded a disgusting stench.

It is completely different now, as if it has been washed, the colors have become brighter, and the tattered areas have been repaired.

At first glance, although it is still not as gorgeous as the desert witch with normal bloodline.

But at least Ye Hanjun no longer resists, and is willing to observe more carefully from head to toe with an appreciative eye.

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[Race Name]: Desert Witch

[Chaos Seal]: Witch

[Major]: Spell Path/Spell Path/Magic Path

[Rank]: Clay Sculpture Fetus·Dacheng

[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: 10th pattern Clamp, 15th pattern Tail Thorn, 12th pattern Blowing Sand, 20th pattern Gathering Sand into Shield

[Core Personality]: Unyielding

[Current status]: Soul of the Bones/Deprived of Life (Countdown)/Injured (Medium)/Hungry (Mild)/Gratitude (Deep)/Awe (Deep)/…

[Contractual relationship]: stable

Yes, the superficial injuries have almost healed, leaving only the penetrating wound on the chest...

There is no need to worry about the damage to organs deep in the flesh and blood, including various parts. It only looks serious, but it is actually in a special state of balance and cannot be intervened...

Ye Hanjun gradually became accustomed to the active power Qualification Appraisal, not because he deliberately abused it, but to verify his conjecture and reduce the possibility of misjudgment.

While I was sleeping, you should have explored your own skills, right?

I estimate that your current state is equivalent to that before the first outbreak. There will be no abnormal energy accumulation in the body, there will be no tingling sensation, and there will be no risk of losing control and running away. You will return to 'Although it seems to be weak, But is this the stage where skills are honed over time?

What your Lord said is absolutely true.

Hua Zhu's eyes showed respect, and the dark yellow snake eyes were obviously clearer than yesterday, with an extra hint of spirituality.

I was previously in the cage, bound by energy-draining iron chains. I was in a weak state and had difficulty releasing my skills.

But without the iron chain, my own condition would be extremely unstable.

It's either delaying the spellcasting or interrupting the spellcasting.

It's not easy to release it occasionally, and the strength of the skill is not under my control.

I couldn't even control the area covered or the angle. My whole body was shattered, as if I had changed my body.

Well, weak skills don't matter for a short period of time, precision is more important.

As long as we can accurately control skills and rely on wisdom and tactics, we will have countless opportunities to take advantage of during actual combat.

Ye Hanjun pinched his chin, thinking about his plan and said:

In a week at most, when the penetrating injury on your chest has initially healed, your condition may be 90% of what it was before.

But my lord...

The flowers and candles were about to come out but stopped, and he hesitated and said:

My skills are not just weak...

I know, Lord Ye Han said nonchalantly, One of my powers is to be able to see the skills you have mastered.

The only sand spells you have mastered are Blowing Sand and Gathering Sand into Shield.

But these two are not offensive types and have no additional attack power bonus. Do you care about this issue?

The second half of 2023 has begun, go ahead!