Perhaps he noticed the casual look in Crow No. 3’s eyes.
The hoop-headed ogre scratched his chin in dissatisfaction, and said in a slightly displeased tone: "We just look like ogres, but we are not really ogres. Even if we are left here, what is the danger? Do you think we are really ogres?"
Will they eat them?"
This was very funny to other crows.
"Aren't you planning to eat her?" the witch said without concealing the ridicule in her tone.
"Take it away, take it away, I'll give it to you as a companion." The hoop-headed ogre didn't want to argue, waving his hands as if to expel a small insect hovering in front of him.
Just then.
A very eyeless cyan bird jumped onto the witch's shoulder and chirped and asked: "Can we draw blood directly as planned? Then we prepared the deer grass and spade wood..."
"Spade, spade, spade your mother, spade!"
The witch grabbed the blue bird angrily, squeezed it into a cloud of sparks, turned around and shouted into the forest: "Are you all deaf? Do you want me to invite you to come down to work one by one?"
After roaring, without even looking at Gan Ning for a second time, he swung his black-feathered cloak behind him, and like a big black crow, he rose up from the ground and ran straight towards Zhu Si, who was still hanging in the air.
More than a dozen crows hurriedly dropped from the surrounding tree canopy, huddled together like quails, holding their own experimental instruments and test tubes and glass bottles engraved with spells, gathered around the witch, and began to be as busy as usual in the laboratory
stand up.
"Woman."
The hoop-headed ogre shook his head slightly, sighing with emotion, and asked casually: "Has your crow's internal management always been so unruly?"
Gan Ning glanced at it, his tone and eyes maintaining the coldness before: "Excuse me... I'm still far behind you compared to you."
But he was mocking the other party's behavior of temporarily increasing the price to ask for Zhu Si as a trophy.
The hoop-headed ogre raised his head and snorted a few times, as if he had swallowed a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm. Gan Ning lowered his eyelids to cover the gloom in his eyes, and turned to look at his companions.
Not far away, Crow No. 5 had torn apart the criss-crossing green chains and carefully lowered Zhu Si, who was hanging in the air, into the snow.
The other crows were already ready.
The skills the crows have developed in the laboratory are unquestionable.
Not long after, news came from his companions that the blood had been collected - and Crow No. 5, who was responsible for collecting the blood, did not even say hello to Gan Ning, but took some of the crows to escort the blood and left straight away.
"What else?"
He frowned and looked at Crow No. 15, who came here to report. He was very annoyed when he saw her hesitating but refusing to leave.
"You still have to go take a look." Crow No. 15 seemed to have completely forgotten the rules of the laboratory and looked at him bravely. He wrung his hands together under the cloak and muttered to himself: "...We really
Do you want to leave her here?"
Gan Ning patiently followed No. 15 and walked in the direction of Zhu Si.
This time, the ogres did not stay where they were. Instead, they were led by the hoop-headed ogres, who closely followed the wizards. The cold air seemed to be heated by their rapid and heavy breathing.
The blood drawing point is not far away, about a hundred meters away.
The fluffy snow had been trampled firmly by the footsteps coming and going, and only a piece of snow remained under Zhu Si's body, like a small test bed made of white jade.
The reason why this happened was because Zhu Si was lying on a large Persian magic carpet. And the magic carpet was floating quietly at half a person's height. The slender yarns on the edge of the magic carpet were neat and smooth, as if in a row.
The neatly arranged tassels hang down to both sides, making the blanket appear thicker.
When Gan Ning came to Zhu Si's side, he immediately realized why No. 15 was so entangled - the witch on the blanket was no longer the tall and slender figure she was before, but had become a small ball.
Big Zhusi became little Zhusi.
Crow No. 3 looked back suddenly, looked at No. 15 with fierce eyes, and said in a somewhat depressed tone: "What's going on?!"
"No, I don't know."
Crow No. 15's voice trembled slightly, the volume was low but still very clear, and he quickly replied: "We strictly followed the process as before, and the amount of extraction was also planned in advance, but after the blood was drawn, she became like this
It looks like...Five, No. 5 is up to you."
After saying the last few words, she seemed to have found her courage again. She quickly glanced at the tall figures of the ogres diagonally behind her, and while repeating the previous question, she expressed her attitude: "I really want to
Is she staying? Everyone... everyone who stays is not a bad person... He is just a big ogre, he can't be beaten but he still runs away..."
"Shut up!"
Gan Ning squeezed out these two words through his teeth, interrupting No. 15's words.
The ogres behind them didn't seem to notice this little dispute in front of them, but their increasingly longer breathing and the slowly rising and falling magic power on their bodies were silently warning this highest-ranking crow.
"As agreed, it's time for us to leave."
Crow No. 3 withdrew his gaze and answered mechanically. He glanced at the few crows that were still lingering around and said with a slight emphasis: "...Don't affect the professor's experiment!"
The word 'professor' seemed to have magical power, instantly waking everyone up. No matter how reluctant he was, No. 15 could only slowly follow the others and leave.
Gan Ning was the last crow to leave.
Before leaving, his eyes passed over the magic carpet again. The little witch lying in the center of the carpet huddled up, wrapped in a wide robe and cloak, with only a pale little face exposed.
I don't know if it was due to excessive blood loss. Against the backdrop of the endless snow, her face was white and somewhat transparent, making the bright red on her forehead more eye-catching. Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly. She didn't know she was having a nightmare.
I still feel the chill outside.
The wizard suddenly looked away, unfolded his cloak, and disappeared in an instant.
The hoop-headed ogre glanced at the direction the crow was leaving, then stopped caring and walked straight towards the magic carpet, holding his open hands in front of his chest, looking both fanatical and fearful.
"Are they really gone?" Behind it, another two-headed ogre was a little uneasy.
"have no idea."
The hoop-headed ogre's tone was a little careless, but his hands were not sloppy. He grabbed the little witch who huddled up and said, "Even if they really have some ideas, can they be faster than us..."
The words have not yet fallen.
A very nice scolding suddenly came from my ears: "Where did you little devil dare to run wild in the First University... Ha! It's really you guys who hide your head and show your tail! Get beaten!"
"
boom!
Several huge cyan tails fell from the sky like heavy hammers and fell with a crash.