Chapter 2779： They all want to kill witches (9)
The witch laughed happily: "If she really has nowhere to go, you can leave her to mow the flowers, wipe the floor, and use her as a slave to use her heartily. Well, this is the end of the defeated."
"She's very good at cooking, and it's delicious."
"She is also very good at taking care of flowers and plants. The fruits and vegetables she grows all have magical elements, and eating them is very beneficial to humans."
"My reputation outside is a witch, which is scary when I hear it, and she has a good reputation outside. People yearn every day for a spirit that can give them delicious fruit to improve their physique."
Qianyan was surprised, did the elves still have such a use?
"Actually, those things were all defective products that Monica was going to throw away, but people were grateful. She once enjoyed people's compliments by chance, and she liked to throw the unwanted garbage into the human world. Put down your own good name." The witch said contemptuously.
"Someone is coming."
Qianyan, who controls one third of the dark forest, is more sensitive to everything in the dark forest than at the beginning.
Before the dark forest appeared in front of the guest, she sensed that it was her guest.
Sure enough, when her words fell, the dark forest enveloped the thin girl. This is a girl in shabby clothes with patches all over her body.
His hair is dull, his face is sallow, and his body is thin. At first glance, he is the bottom survivor of this world.
When the witch saw this girl through Qianyan, she rarely said a compliment: "Ah, that kind and hard-working little girl is here."
"Although the witch with some conscience has been killed, but in the face of such a poor, kind and hard-working girl who has not provoked a witch, of course she will not embarrass her."
Qianyan searched for the little girl in her memory, and immediately understood why the witch had this attitude.
"Is this the house of the noble witch?" Along with the light knock on the door, the little girl's uneasy voice sounded.
The door opened in response, and the lights came on, still hazy, as if in a dream.
The little girl was in her early ten years. Because of malnutrition, she did not look very good, but her eyes were big and bright, looking at Qianyan with anticipation and a little anxiety and fear.
She pinched the corner of her clothes and raised her head with courage: "Are you a witch?"
"I'm a witch, little girl, what wish do you want to achieve?" Qianyan asked.
The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Qianyan stumbling and said, "My mother is seriously ill, I can't earn a hundred gold coins for the pharmacist, and I want to ask the witch to treat my mother, no matter what the price is. "
"Really any price?" Qian Yan did not change her lines, and continued to follow the process in the witch's memory.
The little girl nodded seriously: "Yes, my mother taught Arta not to lie since she was a child, and the promise she made must be fulfilled. As long as the noble witch is willing to save her mother, Arta is willing to pay any price." At this point, Arta In a panic, he added, "Mom also said that you can't do bad things, so Arta can't do bad things, other things are fine."
"Then transfer your mother's illness to you and let you bear it. You may die because of this illness. Would you like to? That is to say, exchange your health for your mother's illness."
Alta's eyes lit up, and he blurted out almost without hesitation: "Yes, I will."
She agreed quickly, and there was a feeling that Qianyan would regret it if she didn't agree.
Qianyan sees another meaning from Arta's expression, is that it?
The witch couldn't help laughing: "What a cute little girl."
"That's good, as you wish." Qianyan waved her magic wand, and a ray of light fell on Arta's body.
After the light dissipated, Alta's expression instantly became exhausted. The pain made her sallow complexion even more ugly, and her body was almost unable to support it.
"Thank you, noble witch, is my mother healthy now?"
Qianyan waved her magic staff again, and a water mirror appeared in front of Arta, and inside it was the woman lying in the hut. The pale complexion has returned to rosy, except for the body is a little thin, there is no pain.
Alta laughed and was about to leave.
"She's very good at cooking, and it's delicious."
"She is also very good at taking care of flowers and plants. The fruits and vegetables she grows all have magical elements, and eating them is very beneficial to humans."
"My reputation outside is a witch, which is scary when I hear it, and she has a good reputation outside. People yearn every day for a spirit that can give them delicious fruit to improve their physique."
Qianyan was surprised, did the elves still have such a use?
"Actually, those things were all defective products that Monica was going to throw away, but people were grateful. She once enjoyed people's compliments by chance, and she liked to throw the unwanted garbage into the human world. Put down your own good name." The witch said contemptuously.
"Someone is coming."
Qianyan, who controls one third of the dark forest, is more sensitive to everything in the dark forest than at the beginning.
Before the dark forest appeared in front of the guest, she sensed that it was her guest.
Sure enough, when her words fell, the dark forest enveloped the thin girl. This is a girl in shabby clothes with patches all over her body.
His hair is dull, his face is sallow, and his body is thin. At first glance, he is the bottom survivor of this world.
When the witch saw this girl through Qianyan, she rarely said a compliment: "Ah, that kind and hard-working little girl is here."
"Although the witch with some conscience has been killed, but in the face of such a poor, kind and hard-working girl who has not provoked a witch, of course she will not embarrass her."
Qianyan searched for the little girl in her memory, and immediately understood why the witch had this attitude.
"Is this the house of the noble witch?" Along with the light knock on the door, the little girl's uneasy voice sounded.
The door opened in response, and the lights came on, still hazy, as if in a dream.
The little girl was in her early ten years. Because of malnutrition, she did not look very good, but her eyes were big and bright, looking at Qianyan with anticipation and a little anxiety and fear.
She pinched the corner of her clothes and raised her head with courage: "Are you a witch?"
"I'm a witch, little girl, what wish do you want to achieve?" Qianyan asked.
The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Qianyan stumbling and said, "My mother is seriously ill, I can't earn a hundred gold coins for the pharmacist, and I want to ask the witch to treat my mother, no matter what the price is. "
"Really any price?" Qian Yan did not change her lines, and continued to follow the process in the witch's memory.
The little girl nodded seriously: "Yes, my mother taught Arta not to lie since she was a child, and the promise she made must be fulfilled. As long as the noble witch is willing to save her mother, Arta is willing to pay any price." At this point, Arta In a panic, he added, "Mom also said that you can't do bad things, so Arta can't do bad things, other things are fine."
"Then transfer your mother's illness to you and let you bear it. You may die because of this illness. Would you like to? That is to say, exchange your health for your mother's illness."
Alta's eyes lit up, and he blurted out almost without hesitation: "Yes, I will."
She agreed quickly, and there was a feeling that Qianyan would regret it if she didn't agree.
Qianyan sees another meaning from Arta's expression, is that it?
The witch couldn't help laughing: "What a cute little girl."
"That's good, as you wish." Qianyan waved her magic wand, and a ray of light fell on Arta's body.
After the light dissipated, Alta's expression instantly became exhausted. The pain made her sallow complexion even more ugly, and her body was almost unable to support it.
"Thank you, noble witch, is my mother healthy now?"
Qianyan waved her magic staff again, and a water mirror appeared in front of Arta, and inside it was the woman lying in the hut. The pale complexion has returned to rosy, except for the body is a little thin, there is no pain.
Alta laughed and was about to leave.
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