Kill me again, Miss Witch

I thought it was just that the state of the gods was not right.

But now, according to Miss Witch, the actual situation may be even more explosive!

Xiaya's breathing couldn't help but become much heavier.

After finally calming down, he looked eagerly at Miss Witch in front of him, wanting to hear the following.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't seem to continue to tell the secrets and history related to the gods, but cast a calm gaze.

"Do you... have any wishes you want to fulfill for yourself?"

Miss Witch didn't seem to be very interested in everything outside, she looked at Shaar quietly.

Damn, I really want to hear the following!

I finally understand the feeling of readers sending blade reminders!

But seeing Miss Witch's noncommittal expression, Shaar could only sigh and put aside the curiosity in his heart for the time being.

"There is indeed one thing I want to ask you."

"Say."

Miss Witch said lightly.

"Do you have the ability to create environments and influence reality to some extent?"

Xia Ya didn't know what to think of, and asked a little nervously.

The witch didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

"Can you embody a certain scene that someone else has imagined?"

"That person must have a specific understanding of everything in the scene."

The witch replied softly.

"Then, Your Excellency Agnes, I would like to ask you to cooperate with me in making a bold attempt."

......

5 minute later.

Miss Witch stood in front of Shaar, and lightly tapped his forehead with her index finger.

The distance between the two is unprecedentedly close, but Xiaya doesn't have any charming thoughts in his heart.

He cares more about whether this attempt will be successful.

After opening his memory to her without any resistance, the scene in Xiaya's mind suddenly appeared in front of Miss Witch.

"Can you manifest it?"

For some reason, Agnes heard a nervous tremor in Shaar's voice.

"can."

Agnes nodded, then slightly raised her hand.

With the gradual switching of scenes, scenes and things in Shaar's memory were generated out of thin air in the hall.

Immediately afterwards, a house with a strange shape in Agnes's opinion rose from the ground, and the details were gradually perfected with Shaar's memories and additions.

Shaar's fists were slowly clenched.

It worked.

The initial attempt was just to restore this scene in the sea of ​​consciousness. Unexpectedly, after reading his consciousness, Miss Witch really materialized into reality.

Of course, this also relies on Shaar's absolute familiarity with this scene in order to do this.

"What is this place?"

Agnes looked at the strange building in front of her with some confusion, and asked.

"This is my home."

My previous life on Earth...that home.

There was a trace of nostalgia in Xiaya's heart.

Staring at the familiar scene in front of him, he took a deep breath, then turned around, and extended an invitation to Miss Witch with a smile.

"Your Excellency Agnes, welcome...to my home."

Chapter 56 Is it sweet?

The inability to create things that don't exist, or things that don't exist in the mind, is the only flaw in Miss Witch's ability.

In other words, on the basis of not reading Shaar's memory, this house with a very strange architectural style and all the objects and furnishings in it are things that do not exist to her, and she has no cognition.

But as long as these two points are met, she can create.

Naturally, Shaar's memories of more than 20 years in his previous life cannot be false. For him, the earth is also a real plane.

Therefore, he, who is omnipotent in the sea of ​​consciousness, reproduced the two-story duplex where he lived in his previous life in equal proportions, and roughly filled in the details.

These specific cognitions and details are things that only Xiaya knows.

Then through Miss Witch, it is realized into reality.

To Char, this is a tiny miracle from a parallel world.

"..."

Miss Witch glanced at him, then at the strangely shaped house in front of her.

After a while, he said softly: "Some internal details are missing, and it can only temporarily exist as a semi-finished product."

"However, you can rely on your memory to complete it later."

"Please come in first." Hearing this, Shaar smiled and stepped forward, pushed open the gate, and walked into the garden, "Although this place was created by you, let me take the liberty of calling myself the master."

"You are a guest, and I should entertain you."

Miss Witch met Shaar's gaze, and slightly raised her small face, as if she wanted to imprint this two-story building in her mind.

This is the first time she has come into contact with the outside world in thousands of years.

The memories in her mind in the past have already been manifested countless times by her, even to the point of being unforgettable.

So that sense of novelty cannot be erased.

After a while, Miss Witch nodded lightly, stepping on lace-up high-heeled shoes, stepping into the garden step by step, her footsteps were clear and sweet.

"It's a swing. I used to sit on it when I was a kid, swinging around."

When passing the garden, Shaar pointed to the swing beside the round table, which was covered with creepers and faintly rusted.

"I know." Miss Witch glanced at him and said calmly, "I've sat before."

That look seemed to say, don't treat her like an ignorant little girl.

"Sorry, sir, I'm a little agitated."

Shaar smiled wryly and shook his head.

Because he saw a familiar scene with traces of his previous life, he positioned himself as an Earthling, subconsciously carrying a sense of superiority.

But Miss Witch didn't reprimand him for it.

But, has Miss Witch ever sat on a swing?

Hard to imagine.

Xia Ya looked at the cold and beautiful woman in the black dress, and imagined the picture of her sitting on the swing.

It always feels a little cute.

Seemingly aware of Shaar's gaze, Miss Witch's voice became a little colder: "What are you thinking?"

"No, ahem..."

Shaar shook his head, walked to a corner next to the garden, and brought something.

It was a bunch of flowers blooming in a flower pot. The delicate and open white petals were glistening with dewdrops, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers.

Because there happened to be a garden at home, Xia Ya liked to mess around with flowers and plants when he was idle at home in his previous life.

And these varieties do not exist on the plane of Rand Continent.

After all, the flower planting technology of later generations is too developed, such as grafting, cuttings, divisions, and layering, the fine varieties cultivated are far better than gardeners in this world.

If Xia could have the ability to manifest it, he would definitely open the largest flower shop in the capital.

At that time, it is estimated that he will be sought after by countless ladies and ladies and other celebrities and nobles.

"This is a rose flower, which only blooms in my hometown. The language of the flower is respect and purity...do you think it looks good?"

Shaar pointed to the flower pot and introduced it actively.

This is the best breed he raised before crossing.

To Xiaya's surprise, Miss Witch's gaze paused for a moment, and then she shook her head slightly.

She looked at the courtyard for a while, then raised her finger to a few plants placed in the farthest corners.

"What's the name of that flower?"

As he spoke, there was a slight ripple in his hand.

In the next second, the flower appeared in Miss Witch's hand.

It was a blood-red plant with a strange shape and extremely slender petals. It looked far less pure and majestic than the rose flower, so it could only be said to be very characteristic.

Xia Ya's expression was a little strange.

"It's called amaryllis."

He tried to translate it in the language of this world, but it was obviously not convincing.

"..."

Miss Witch raised her head and stared at him coldly, without speaking.

After being stared at for a while, Xia couldn't help laughing and said: "Of course, it has two other names."

"The other shore flower, or, Manjushahua."

Staring at the flower in her hand, Miss Witch chewed on the slightly Zen-like name: "Manshu... Shahua."

"What is its flower language?"

After a moment of silence, Miss Witch asked again.

"It symbolizes endless love, sad memories, eternal separation and death." Xia looked at Miss Witch's beautiful side face, and said softly, "The flower of the other shore blooms for 1000 years and falls for 1000 years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. ,Love is not causal, edge destined to death."

"Of course, it also has an unknown flower language."

"Redemption."

Miss Witch's pupils slowly dilated.

Although her gaze was fixed on the flower in her hand, her mind was wandering, her slender hand trembled slightly, and the petals of Manjushahua swayed slightly.

Shaar watched Miss Witch's slightly absent-minded appearance, and was not surprised.

What woman doesn't like flowers?

After being silent for a while, Miss Witch gently put away the manjushahua in her hand, and then said in a low voice, "Go on."

After seeing her adjust her mood, Shaar nodded.

In fact, he was a little unprepared.

I am not ready to see the place where I lived in my previous life again after I have integrated into this world.

Perhaps, this is some kind of alternative kind of nostalgia.

There was a distance of half a meter between him and the witch, and they both walked towards the main entrance.

Taking a deep breath, he turned the doorknob.

"I am back."