"I...is not dead?"

This is the first sentence Xia Lan said after opening her eyes. If you like to play and watch, come to the Internet...

"You want to die?"

A familiar voice answered Xia Lan angrily.

Enduring the heart-wrenching pain all over his body, Xia Lan, who was lying flat, turned her head and looked in the sound with difficulty. Then, he saw Heris staring at him with bright eyes not far away.

"You saved me?"

"Who can help you besides me?"

Herris walked slowly towards him, his voice filled with unpleasant smell.

"It's strange?"

"yes……"

As soon as Xia Lan finished speaking, a black wind suddenly blew into her sight. Before he could react, the descendants lost consciousness after a severe headache.

Heris threw away the black short stick in his hand, patted his hand gently, and looked at Xia Lan, who had fallen into a coma again, and spitted with disdain.

"idiot!"

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The essence of liking someone or hating someone is the same. In the final analysis, they are the strongest emotions from the heart. Sometimes this emotion is often unreasonable and even makes people feel crazy and morbid.

Xia Lan didn't know what kind of deep hatred Heris had towards him. Every time she woke up, she would send herself fainting again in various unreasonable ways. Rather than relieving her hatred, she would say it was torture.

After a long time, Xia Lan had become accustomed to it, especially when he noticed that Heris's actions had no intention of killing, and was purely like a child who was irritating and making trouble. This also made people understand the thoughts of this famous witch.

I can't remember how many times I woke up, because I could not hide the keen perception of Heris, as if I had lost the concept of time. When I opened my eyes, I would always be the gray ceiling above my head, and the air would always be filled with a damp and fresh smell. The only thing that changed was that the body that used the secret technique to burst out its life potential would no longer be painful.

Perhaps he should be glad that he had learned the knowledge of the Book of Gold in depth. Although due to various conditions and limitations, he could draw and apply very little knowledge in the Book of Gold. However, this knowledge always came in handy at critical moments, not mentioning the previously quick and simple teleportation array. Just explaining the unique life energy explosion skills of the Golden God General made him overcome the difficulties that Heris had made him overcome.

The serious sequelae caused by the outbreak of life energy is self-evident. If Heris had not rescued him, his grave would have grown grass.

After this incident, he no longer owes Joanna and his daughter.

"Since you wake up, don't pretend to be dead."

Herris' voice was still bad in his ears. Xia Lan could imagine that she was walking up in her heart with a cold expression carrying a strange prop, and then dizzy herself in disagreement.

So Xia Lan didn't speak, but just looked at her numbly.

"It's fun to pretend to be a corpse? Come out with me and I know you can get off the ground."

Herris' unexpected words made Xia Lan know that her "revenge" seemed to be completely over.

In fact, he guessed wrongly.

Her revenge was not over. She just changed her way.

After following Herris out of the house, he finally knew where he was.

Forest, the endless forest is at a glance.

And they were in a flat ground surrounded by the forest.

A wooden house was built on the flat ground, and a fence was built outside the wooden house, and various colorful flowers and plants were planted in the fence.

"Watering flowers, weeding, maintenance, carrying water, making rice..."

Heris pointed to an unexpected corner of the room and said in a brief shock.

"maid?"

Bang-

There was an extra whip in Heris's hand and thrust hard on Xia Lan.

"Do, or don't do it."

"Do."

Compared to the days when awakening and coma are repeated endlessly, the servant's work is undoubtedly an excellent choice to regain freedom.

Xia Lan's decision was quick. The same was true for his hands and feet. Before Heris could give orders, he had already started to pick up the bucket beside the wall and walk towards the wellhead in the distance.

"I will only give you one piece of advice. Never walk out of the fence."

After saying that, Heris' figure swept into circles of transparent and twisted ripples, and then disappeared without a trace.

Danger outside the fence?

Xia Lan subconsciously converted Herris' warning into another clear and easy-to-understand prompt.

Then he immediately walked out of the fence, but stopped as he was about to walk out of the fence door.

He didn't want to get out of the fence, but wanted to confirm something.

Enchantment—

Sure enough, he found subtle and unseen barrier traces on the fence.

Is this the depth of the Misty Forest?

He is safe in the barrier. If he walks out of the barrier, the scenery in front of him may no longer be the same.

Because in the foggy forest, what you see, what you hear, what you smell with your nose may be fake.

Unknown, mysterious, weird.

Xia Lan didn't know how many days he had left for life, and it was a blessing to live now, so he would not take the risk of destroying his few remaining lives.

From then on, his world will be the world within this small fence.

The job of a servant is not difficult, but the difficulty is that you have a non-picky customer.

It is hard to describe Xia Lan as unfortunate as having bumped into a customer like Herris.

In Herris' eyes, no matter how perfect Xia Lan is, she can make her nitpicious. As a result, she is naturally inseparable from serving her with a whip. This matter is small. If she meets Herris one day to study and experiment with a certain drug, Xia Lan will inevitably become a drug tester, and the dangers do not need to be expressed one by one.

Refusal is useless, resistance is futile. Since she has become her "slave", she must be prepared for the worst mentally in everything.

No one is born masochist. When the situation is stronger than others, reason forces him to accept this reality. The impulse of absurdity will only bring worse consequences.

As we counted the countdown of life silently, the scenery of the foggy forest outside the fence seemed to be unaffected by the natural climate change at all. Sunrise and sunset, day after day, when winter was supposed to be coming, the outside world was still like spring. Perhaps, only by walking out of the fence can we see the reality of the world.

Long-term living together did not add much to Xia Lan's understanding of Heris.

She is a person with a mysterious whereabouts and often disappears suddenly. Every time she appears, she changes into another look, voice, and body shape. She is enough to be a master in terms of disguise.

Sometimes she comes back and is drunk and talks nonsense.

Sometimes when she comes back, Leng Ruobingshuang doesn't say a word.

Sometimes when she comes back, she is as tender as water and sentimental as she is.

...

In addition to the shocking change in personality, the reputation of the ever-changing witch was indeed true, so we have to doubt whether she has a mental illness of schizophrenia.

She seemed very lonely.

Of course, this is Xia Lan's conjecture.

Because, she never talked about her friends and relatives.

What's more, she lives alone in the foggy forest that is isolated from the world.

Xia Lan can't ask or say, how could he, who has always kept his distance from trouble, cause trouble for no reason?

Every day after he finishes weeding, watering, and watering, and other work, he will sit under the wall of the house and close his eyes to rest. He likes the quiet atmosphere in the forest, he likes the occasional crisp bird song in the forest, he likes the faint and fresh smell in the air. At this moment, he seems to have forgotten all his worries, life and death, and the past.

The points of life in the video network have dropped to the red line. No surprise, he can't survive this winter.

"If you were given another chance to live, what would you choose?"

Herris' elusive voice drifted in his ears.

"I have no idea."

Xia Lan did not open her eyes, her face looked unpredictable, and her voice was dull and hoarse.

"I have investigated you. Logically speaking, you were once considered a person in Elderland. Are you willing to be obscured now?"

Heris leaned against the door with his hands in his arms.

"What if you are willing? So what if you are unwilling?" Xia Lan said.

"Your heart is full of twists and turns. I don't know the initial reason. You once carried hatred, but hatred became an excuse for you to escape everything. You are cowardly and sensitive, depressed and depressed. Do you feel that fate is unfair and still wandering around and still confused. You have thought a lot, and re-examined the right and wrong of the past. You think you have taken the wrong path, but you stubbornly refuse to look back. As a result, you still choose to escape. Perhaps, you believe that only death can completely free you..."

Herris said softly, like a shrewd detective retelling the case.

"It is worthy of being the witch of the door who has insight into people's hearts."

Xia Lan opened her eyes, looked up at the white floating clouds floating in the sky and sighed.

"I'm still far behind the real Witch of the Dojo." Heris shook his head.
To be continued...