She Is Not a Witch

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After taking a breath, Lorrain Hill slowly fell from the air. Looking at the bee swarm corpses scattered on the ground, she thought for a while, then rolled up the Foehn wind and burned the poisoned bees to avoid polluting the environment. Let other creatures that strayed into this place become poisonous.

These bees won't be extinct right away. Nearly half of them are around those hives. If it weren't for their aggressiveness, Lorrain Hill actually didn't want to fight this group of bees.

It would be nice if it can be domesticated, so that honey can be brewed.

With some thoughts in his mind, Lorrain Hill returned to this sea of ​​flowers. Take advantage of the fact that those bees won't interfere for the time being, let's ripen a batch by yourself.

She fell back into the sea of ​​icy blue flowers and took out a slender flute. The flute made of maple wood has a reddish-brown appearance with shallow lines.

The long bagpipes sounded in the wilderness, and the music was light, like a butterfly dancing through the flowers.

In the autumn forest, the wind blows through the layers of the trees, the colorful leaves are rustling, and the open fields in the forest, flowers are dancing in the wind, and the light spots of Mana and magic move with the song, quietly fluttering.

The deposited emerald green light fell, and the ice-bellied flower began to grow again, and new buds came out to replace the original withered branches and leaves. The light blue flowers were in full bloom like rain, and the petals were trembling in the air. Exudes a refreshing fragrance.

Then the finely divided seeds slowly condense next to the flowers, wrapped in the special frozen moon magic little fruit, with a thin layer of **** frost on the surface.

A pair of white jade-like hands held these little fruits, and then picked them off, the little dark blue round particles rolled into the palms of the hands, and a cold feeling came from the hands.

The girl knelt and sat in the sea of ​​flowers, her eyes closed slightly, feeling the quiet flow of magic.

Under the quiet and beautiful sea of ​​flowers, a sleeping consciousness slowly reflected in her perception.

After a long time, the girl slowly opened her eyes, and the emerald brilliance in her pupils slowly faded away. Only then did she understand why the Red Maple Tree would say that this existence in the north was icy, and it seemed very painful.

This piece of ice bristle flower was not naturally generated, but was specially planted by people in the past, and under this sea of ​​flowers is buried a dead life. These ice bristle flowers rely on absorbing the passing existence. In order to continue to grow, not to be eaten up by the bees.

The breeze gradually rolled up the girl's white skirt, and she slowly rose into the air, sitting on the cushion of air condensed in the air, overlooking this beautiful sea of ​​flowers. Then stretched out a slender finger.

With the palm of the hand pressed down suddenly, the ground under the sea of ​​flowers fell apart, and then each piece of soil began to be lifted up by the air current and flew into the air.

Layers of soil seemed to have lost gravity, and gradually floated, and then moved to the surrounding area, and the potholes underneath became bigger and bigger.

When Lorrain Hill used the wind to loosen and roll up the soil nearly 20 meters deep, a transparent blue finally appeared in his eyes.

The covered soil gradually uncovered and floated, and the whole blue scene finally appeared in the girl's eyes.

The corners of the ice-blue and transparent crystal coffin are graceful and exquisitely cut surfaces. In it lies a beautiful girl with her hands intertwined on her waist, with a serene expression.

The crown made of golden silk thread is worn in the ice blue hair. The ears behind the hair have pointed ears. The girl has a nice face. A necklace with a blue crystal pendant falls between the clavicle, and the bottom is full. White breasts, aqua-blue dress on her body, exquisite and gorgeous, the skirt has a drop-shaped pendant made of various colored gemstones.

Is she dead?

Lorrain Hill slowly fell from the sky, stood in front of the coffin, and observed carefully.

The coffin made of crystal fits tightly, almost as one, with no gap in sight. The girl in the coffin is lying on the white soft blanket, and there are two blooming ice bristle flowers next to her. Even in the long past, these flowers still have not withered.

Putting his hand on the coffin, Lorrain Hill closed his eyes again to feel the situation.

At this time, the phantom of another young girl slowly emerged from the coffin. She easily passed through the barrier of the crystal and looked at the silver-haired girl in front of her with a curious expression.

Then she stretched out her imaginary finger to touch the girl in the white dress, and as the cold on her forehead, Lorrain Hill opened her eyes.

The two girls faced each other and looked at each other quietly.

Is this the dead soul?

Unexpectedly, Lorraine Hill was not afraid, even if the soul seemed to be very powerful.

The ice-blue girl phantom revolved around Lorrain Hill several times before slowly stopping.

"who are you?"

"Who am I?"

The soul of the ice-blue girl seemed to have forgotten many things. Although the undead could not speak, he still conveyed the questions and information in his heart, and this was clearly perceived by Lorrain Hill, just as she faced back then. The phantom of Trinasha.

"My name is Lorraine Hill, and I just found your coffin under this land."

"Coffin?" The ice blue girl was a little puzzled, then turned around, looked at the sleeping body behind her, was taken aback, and hid behind Lorrain Hill.

"Am I dead?" She didn't seem to react yet.

"Well, it's dead~" Lorrain Hill nodded.

"Woo..." Miss Ghost seemed a little hard to accept this fact, lying on Lorrain Hill's shoulder, looking at herself lying in the coffin, which made Lorrain Hill feel a cold sensation in her neck.

"Okay, don't cry, in fact, I can feel that you are not sad." Lorrain Hill shook his head, grabbed the ghost lady behind him, and put her in front of him again.

Miss Ghost seemed a little embarrassed after being spotted.

"But, I should be very sad when I die." She doesn't actually remember the past, but simply imitates the emotions in her cognition.

"Why don't you remember your past, but it's a sad thing to remember that you died?" Lorrainhill tilted his head slightly curiously, looking at the ghost lady who was slightly taller than himself.

"I don't know this. Isn't it normal?" Miss Ghost also looked at Lorrain Hill in confusion.

Very unusual, Lorraine Hill thought, although this is the first time she has seen a ghost~www.wuxiaspot.com~, according to Trinasha’s description, if the dead souls can emerge in the world, Because of the assistance of magic, and secondly because of strong obsession.

Therefore, most of these souls have no common sense, and only remember the most impressive things before death, and they often have a wish.

But what is regrettable is that most of these wishes are not good, almost all of them are hatred, revenge, greed, unwillingness and so on. Because these emotions are the easiest to incite. Sometimes, in order to create ghosts, some necromancers will deliberately torture the life before death, and then turn their dead souls into ghosts for their own use.

It is also because most of the dead souls and corpses present the dark side of the world and society, which also makes it easy for the transcendents of the undead sequence to take a crooked and extreme road, so they had a bad reputation back then and were suppressed by the high-levels on the mainland.

In addition, due to the gradual changes in the objective environment, the Necromancer sequence gradually became weak, and eventually the Mercury Dynasty was no longer able to support the huge territory and resolve the increasingly fierce internal disputes, and finally disintegrated.

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