"—Just like for Congressman Su, an ounce of coarsely ground rye flour and an ounce of long white mountain red-choke spine powder are not much different in her eyes... In the eyes of monsters, there is not much difference between the transformation technique and the binding spell, but just recite the spell once or several times."
"—And Gan Ning, or the ordinary wizards with worse qualifications than him, had completely dried up at a young age... His head was empty and his body was empty, but he was confused by the dazzling distance. He practiced various magic techniques day and night, as if he could reach that ray of light... and he could live forever."
"—This feeling is exactly the same as the battle in endless hell, and there is no hope of victory. This is not the fault of ordinary people."
“——Nia was like this in the beginning.”
"——I get up before dawn every day, and I don't sleep in the early morning. I try my best to study, wanting to make up for the gap between myself and those monsters... I always feel that it is a problem with the experimental materials. "I only need to do a few more experiments" "I only need to change a crucible" "I only need a few milliliters of dragon blood". Then, in order to accumulate a little magic material, I ventured into the depths of the silent forest... Then, step by step, her figure gradually disappeared into the darkness of the silent forest."
"—It's like a person is trapped in quicksand or falling into a quagmire. The more he struggles, the harder he can escape. The trouble in front of him is like a snowball rolling down during an avalanche, roaring in your ears, becoming bigger and bigger..."
Zheng Qing was neighing and a stern voice from Thomas came from his ears. He originally thought that he could not listen to anything in this state, but unexpectedly found that his thoughts were extremely clear at this moment, and he could accurately grasp the other party's meaning to express.
Especially the last paragraph that Thomas said.
It was a coincidence that he had just heard Fatty Xin talk about it not long ago.
It was before the eighth week class meeting. Several young wizards from Yusin Hunting Team chatted together, analyzing why the promising wizards in the school chose to become crows. At that time, Fatty Xin used the views of Mrs. Larry's book "The Road to Fallen", and Zheng Qing was drowsy.
At this moment, he was very clear about the fat wizard's analysis.
Very similar to what Thomas wants to express.
"Since you know it's a quagmire, you should stop her from falling." The boy lying on the test bench closed his eyes, his voice a little weak.
"No one knew it was a quagmire before it fell."
Thomas's calm voice sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, and at the same time, Zheng Qing felt a slight chill on the inner side of her thighs. She thought that Thomas was about to start preparing her skin: "...and, what reason do you use to stop others from working hard and making progress?"
"Don't say it's so nice, to be precise, Tom didn't notice my adventure at all."
Nikita's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the conversation between the two witches. However, compared to before, her voice was no longer so weak, but still a little hoarse: "... At that time, Tom himself was immersed in his magic experiment and was unaware of my departure. In addition, I was not as miserable as Tom said. He liked to think about some things that were not available... Give me a mirror!"
Nia is Nikita's nickname.
Tom is Thomas' nickname.
The two of them looked as if no one else made the boy lying on the cold test bench very angry. He tried hard to open his eyes and stared at the banshee on the test bench opposite, wanting to mock the other party, what it feels like to be tied to the test bench with a nickname.
But the next second, he had to swallow the complaints he wanted to vomit.
Because while he looked over, Nikita had just lifted up the white sheet on her body and got off the test bench. As Zheng Qing thought before, the banshee had ugly skins hanging on her body, and what was worse than a toad was that she had many tentacles of different lengths on her body.
But the tentacles seemed to have lost moisture and became a little wrinkled.
With a charming face and an ugly and hateful body, Zheng Qing subconsciously felt a little pity for the banshee - there is nothing more desperate than suddenly becoming ugly.
Just as he was about to politely withdraw his gaze, the banshee who had just stood firm suddenly grabbed a tentacle on her body, frowned and pulled it hard, and pulled it down.
Just looking at the bloody appearance under the tentacles made Zheng Qing feel awe-inspiring, and even he felt that the small wound on his body did not hurt.
But Nikita seemed to not feel the pain, just frowned, pulling the tentacles one by one, and after another, she seemed a little impatient. She raised her hand and pulled out a scalpel from the rack next to the test bench, inserted it straight into her chest, stroked it down, then threw the knife, grabbed the crack with both hands and teared it hard to both sides.
Tear!
Like the sound of old silk breaking.
The toad-like skin of the banshee was torn off from her body by her, revealing her bloody body. Zheng Qing grinned and completely forgot the pain in her body.
He had no doubt that this scene in front of him would make him have a nightmare for a week.
"Sweep the water of that spring, wash away the turbid and promote the clear and clear!"
The hoarse voice of the banshee echoed in the laboratory, and a clear spring fell from the sky, drowned her in a moment. After a moment, the dirty spring water dissipated. The naked banshee stood in front of the test bench with her head down, and obsessively stroked her body that had recovered. Her fingertips slid inch by inch on her skin, as if she had completely forgotten that there were two male witches in the laboratory.
The pearls are round and smooth, the spirit is graceful and the white is dazzling.
So generous?
Zheng Qing opened his eyes wide and the above thought flashed through his mind.
"Mirror!"
The Banshee spoke again, repeating her previous request, and her voice seemed to become more pleasant as she looked.
Thomas had a stern face and did not speak out.
The little banshee who had just wiped Zheng Qing's forehead and saliva hesitated for a half second, threw down the towel in his hand, ran into the depths of the laboratory. In the blink of an eye, he staggered to Nikita with a mirror that was much taller than her.
"Do I need me to help you cut off your eyelids? This will save some effort and make you see more clearly." Thomas's stiff expression and voice appeared in front of the experiment almost at the same time: "——It just so happens that you can prepare more skin tissue."
The scalpel in his hand flashed a heart-pounding cold light under the shadowless light.
Zheng Qing blinked subconsciously.
The slightly slim figure of the laboratory owner is not enough to completely block the boy's vision.
A few seconds later, Zheng Qing woke up like a dream and realized that he had been staring at the banshee impolitely. He opened his mouth and wanted to say sorry, but considering his current situation, he couldn't say this apologies at all.
Nikita glanced at him with a smile, tweaked his long hair that was hanging down his shoulders, smiled slightly, and tilted his head:
"Thank you for your blood."
She is quite polite.
Zheng Qing swallowed a small mouthful of saliva, and didn't hear what she was saying at all. Her mind was just focusing on capturing every frame of the picture in front of her.
prick!
The blood-drawn needle pierced into Zheng Qing's arm again without hesitation.
"It seems that your blood and energy have recovered well, so let's pump another 800 milliliters." The owner of the laboratory swept the test body, his tone looking particularly bad.