Ascension

Chapter 44 The Witch Meets the Tadpole for the First Time

Mr. Ye Han left the Rescue Center for the Disabled.

There is really no need to think about the Blind Box Chamber of Commerce, Shizi Old Street, etc. now.

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

But once the problem of gloomy and flashing is solved, the minimum guarantee is 90 points, the maximum is 99 points, and one point less is given to avoid pride.

"Hm Chi Hm Chi - Hm Chi Hm Chi -"

A sweaty iron-hoofed ox was panting heavily and running hard.

This is naturally the vehicle used by the post station. When the funds are not sufficient and there is no spirit to ride, this is the only way to do it.

"Moo!!"

Passing through the residential area, the ox cart stopped.

Mr. Yehan pinched his thigh, disengaged the protection device a little clumsily, and then staggered out of the car.

"What's wrong with this person, he looks hollowed out..."

"Hey! Your skin is as pale as paper, you won't have any terminal illness! Stay away from me!"

The voices of secretly discussing and the undisguised tone of disgust came from the compartment that had just left.

Mr. Yehan turned a deaf ear to it, and just wanted to go back to the room quickly, lie down and have a good sleep.

——Today was overconsumed.

The few knives that destroyed the witch's chakra seemed to be an understatement, and it didn't take much effort.

In fact, Mr. Yehan needs to devote a lot of attention to perceive the energy changes in Huazhu's body with all his strength, and he can't relax for a minute or a second.

Seizing the opportunity in the middle, he shot as quickly as lightning.

In the end, under the pressure of Bing Ji and others, he forcibly started the contract ceremony.

After several times, it is no exaggeration to say that he was half desperate.

Ye Hanjun was able to stay on until he left without changing his face, three points depended on acting skills, and seven points depended on perseverance.

but now……

...he couldn't hold it anymore!

"Oh!"

The door opened, and Mr. Yehan's soles softened, and he fell firmly.

He bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to wake up, turned around to confirm that the door was closed, and the defensive pattern was successfully activated before he really let go of his defenses.

"Wow~~~"

The light flickered, and the goose-yellow circular formation was short-lived. The desert witch opened her blank eyes, instinctively became alert, and carefully looked around.

"Throw me on the bed..."

"Forget it, your body is too dirty, just lie on the ground."

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

Yehan Jun, who was as angry as a silk, tilted his head after he gave the last order, and completely passed out.

"grown ups……"

Hua Zhu blinked, and a trace of astonishment invaded her face.

Facing the Watcher Bing Ji, my lord can still take it easy.

In a blink of an eye, what happened?
There is not a slight difference between this embarrassing appearance on the ground and the unfathomable and mysterious image in my impression...

Hesitating, the desert witch looked around.

Everything she could see was novelty, whether it was the furniture placed or the style of decoration, she could keep her eyes on it for a long time.

"breathe--"

"Puff-puff--"

The bare soles of the feet are on the ground, and the calves made of quicksand hide one of the most core sensory organs of the desert witch, the "slit receptors".

With this organ, within a radius of 30 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.

There will be a small amount of time for these ripples to reach the legs. By calculating this time difference, the witch can capture the azimuth and distance of the abnormal target in an almost instinctive way.

Correspondingly, strange vibrations, subtle sounds... These will all be transmitted to the witch's legs, and finally the brain will collect the signals to judge whether the whole body is safe.

At this time, the empty villa was very quiet, only Ye Hanjun and her breathing, heartbeat, no spiritual warning.

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

"Crack-"

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

Hua Zhu didn't even think about it, she tilted her head to dodge, and the scorpion tail on her back suddenly tightened.

"Eh?"

The next second, the erected scorpion tail was lowered again, and Hua Zhu opened her mouth slightly, looking at the things in front of her in surprise.

"Puff~~Puff~~"

A pure white and flawless little tadpole bounced back and forth in the water tank, with a jumping height of an astonishing five centimeters.

Huazhu was stunned, seeing another water arrow coming, she raised the pliers in her right hand and smashed them apart without any injury.

"Eye?"

Spotting the desert witch who suddenly appeared, the little tadpole stopped playing.

It tilted its big head, which was extremely disproportionate to its body, and its rice-grain-sized eyes glowed with innocence. There was no emotion of fear, only curiosity.

"What kind of creature is this?" Huazhu was confused.

From her perception, this little guy is not threatening at all, and if she encounters it in the wild, she won't even take a look at it.

But only, living in the adult's residence, this little tadpole playing leisurely in the bathroom is clearly different from those small fish and shrimp, and Huazhu dare not look down upon it at all.

"Yeah~~~"

Half of the tadpole's body was soaked in the water, and the upper half of its head was lifted up, spitting water vertically three times.

When the three water arrows lost their thrust, they fell in the opposite direction, with the water tank as the edge line, as if a light rain had fallen overhead.

"You want to play with me?"

Huazhu took a step back, wanting to leave.

Since the danger is ruled out, it is the best choice not to move or touch anything until the adult wakes up.

But the little tadpole didn't want her to go, so he jumped up and down a couple of times, spitting water, and trying to attract her attention in different ways.

"Forget it, we can't add extra problems..."

Huazhu just struggled for a moment, regardless of three seven 21, cut off all self-assertive thoughts.

She closed the door of the bathroom again, and returned to Mr. Yehan. While being on guard, she looked at the adults, facial features, skin color, hair quality, figure...every detail must be carefully imprinted on the heartstrings.

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

What I have to do now is to get familiar with it slowly, I don't want to live up to my expectations, and I don't want to lose myself again.

……

"Well, I'm exhausted, almost playing off..."

On the second day, just after noon, Mr. Yehan woke up leisurely.

The tired look in his pupils eased a little, but his overall face still looked like a wound that hadn't healed for a long time, and his weakness and lethargy were real.

"My lord, you are awake."

The not-so-pure, but soft-sounding witch language sounded.

Mr. Yehan supported his forehead and looked sideways, his sleepy eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, you washed your body with sand?"

The desert witch, Anthurium, which was covered in blood in his memory, now has a completely new look, and the change in appearance is very obvious.

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

But her exposed skin no longer had obvious blood stains. Even though the scars were inevitable, it was indeed clean as a whole.

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

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

These congenital accompanying clothes were originally tattered, not only covered with dirt and blood, but also exuded a nasty stench.

It is completely different now, as if it has been washed, the colors have brightened, and the tattered places have been repaired.

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

But at least Mr. Yehan no longer resisted, and was 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】: Magic Way/Spell Way/Magic Way

[Rank]: Clay Sculpture Embryo Dacheng
[Chaos spirit patterns]: 10 patterns "clamp", 15 patterns "tail stab", 12 patterns "sand blowing", 20 patterns "gathering sand into a shield"

[Core Personality]: "Unyielding"

[Current Status]: Soul of the Bone/Death of Life (Countdown)/Injury (Medium)/Hunger (Mild)/Gratitude (Deep)/Awe (Deep)/…

[Contract relationship]: stable
"Yes, the superficial wound has almost healed, only the penetrating wound on the chest remains..."

"Deep in the flesh and blood, including organ injuries in various parts, don't worry about these, it just looks serious, but it is actually in a special state of balance, and it cannot be intervened..."

Mr. Ye Han gradually got used to the "qualification appraisal" of the active power, not deliberately abusing it, but to verify his conjecture and reduce the possibility of misjudgment.

"During my drowsiness, you should have explored your skills, right?"

"I estimate that your current state is equivalent to that before the first eruption, there will be no abnormal energy accumulation in the body, no tingling sensation, and no risk of running out of control. You will return to the stage of 'although it looks weak, but your skills have been honed', is that true?"

"It's very true what the lord said."

The eyes of the flower candles showed respect, and the dark yellow snake pupils were obviously clearer than yesterday, with an extra touch of spirituality.

"Before I was in the cage, bound by energy pumping chains, I was in a weak state, and it was difficult for me to release my skills."

"But if there is no iron chain, my own state is extremely unstable."

"It's either delaying the casting, or interrupting the casting."

"It was not easy to release it by accident, and the strength of the skill is not under my control."

"I can't even control the covered area and the angle of orientation. My whole body is broken up and down, as if it's a different body."

"Well, it doesn't matter if the skill is weak for a short time, the fineness is more important."

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

Mr. Ye Han pinched his chin, pondered and planned:

"At most one week, after the penetrating wound in the chest has initially healed, your condition may reach [-]% of the past."

"But my lord..."

The flower candle was about to come out but stopped, hesitatingly said:

"My skills are not just weak..."

"I know," Lord Yehan said nonchalantly, "One of my powers is to see the skills you have mastered."

"The only sand spells you have mastered are "Swinging Sand" and "Gathering Sand into a Shield". "

"But neither of them are offensive, and there is no additional attack power bonus. Do you care about this issue?"

　The second half of 2023 has begun, go ahead!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)