Flowers reflect the Autumn orchid language - the shape of 38 people, the posture that I don't want to be seen

…Sunflower Field…

The two figures in the sea of ​​flowers are still fighting, but in the battle... Ling Meng, who has the upper hand, has been suppressed by Youxiang at this time...

The power of ghosts is naturally the power of rejection and the power of negative feelings.

And Youxiang's lips moved... and said, "So that's it, it's like this... it's really ugly... If you are seen... it's indeed... you will lose everything'.

There is no need to doubt, no need for extra thought. When you are seen at this moment, you will undoubtedly be afraid and alienate yourself, both humans and monsters.

This... can be understood from the memories of witches of all generations...

This posture is too ugly, so I don't want to show it in front of the nerd and the maria.

This posture is undoubtedly the form of a human and the posture of an evil ghost.

The fist corroded Youxiang's demonic power was pressed on Youxiang's face, corroding the white face, but the force transmitted by the fist did not open Youxiang...

That power... needless to say, it's weaker...

The counterattack fist hit the mask... Ling Meng's body flew backwards at a faster speed, and the mask was broken... Ling Meng's face was revealed... The key part above the nose was still under the mask...

The two tears radiated a crystal light and were crying...

The careless girl also cried. The crying girl stunned Youxiang for a moment. At this time, Youxiang's corroded face began to heal itself slowly.

The damage he suffered before also recovered almost in the longer battle. With the endless supply of demonic power, Youxiang can be said to be in a state that was not traumatized, and was only one-tenth of his heyday, which was also the best state at this time.

No weakness...

Ling Meng, spiritual power and demon power have consumed a lot. More importantly, at this time, her witch suit was corroded and eroded by the black liquid.

"This is how it has begun to be shaken!"

For Youxiang, Ling Meng, which will be shaken, no longer has the previous intimidation power. In fact, the witches of all generations have indeed been the same problem.

When they come into contact with people, but in fact they are obviously humans, they are regarded as monsters by humans, but they are regarded as monsters by monsters, and they are their own clans, and they are the most sad race.

Holding a terrifying power that is not possessed by the devil, he is obviously a human being, but he is not regarded as a human being.

People are creatures living in groups, and Boli's witch... are always alone.

...

The small figure sitting in the Hori Shrine kicked her legs, looked at Torii, looking forward to the visitor, and looking forward to the arrival of the worshipper, the woman in blonde and purple clothes was taking care of her, combing her hair for the small figure.

"Nah, now... when will someone come to visit? Will there really be money stuffing?"

The eyes were filled with longing. It was a day when everyone started a temple fair under the shrine, and it was a festival in the fantasy countryside...

However... although people gathered below the shrine, there were few people coming up as close as possible... so few... not.

The reason is very simple...

The small figure escaped from the blonde woman's combing and dressing, looking forward to the brightly lit street...but heard a small discussion in the bushes.

The sound from the human being unconsciously hurt this small figure.

【The witches at Bori Shrine are all monsters…】

【So scary... Oh, Dad said that Boli witches eat monsters.】

【Woo...so terrible...】

The little figure hiding behind the bushes, whose request to play together stagnated at this moment, hid behind the bushes and slowly cried after the unconscious voices of humans disappeared.

The blond girl in purple clothes was silently watching behind the small figure...

The witch... is a creature of the monsters that are attacking, and a ‘props’ that exists to maintain peace in the Fantasy Land.

In fact, there is no need to be bound with humans. Anyway... it will only take more than ten years, and it will be broken in more than twenty years... In this regard, the blond and purple woman has developed bonds with the witch countless times, and has left countless sadness because of the fragility of "life"...

This time, she looked at the small figure of the "human" crying with extreme peace.

She guided Xiao Xiaoshi to learn spells and learn the skills of witches. She accepted the inheritance of witches in Xiao Xiaoshi and inherited the power of witches from all generations. On that night, those lost eyes...

I've seen it eleven times...this is the twelfth time.

For her young, the fact of a witch was too cruel. From that moment on, she, who was obviously a human, would not be called human beings by humans... She could no longer have a human "friend", and she could no longer open her heart to the "other people".

The cruelest fact of a witch is to hide her ugliness and not let her "friends" know...

But if you conceal the truth from your "friends", can you still tell your "friends" that you are their "friends"?

That ugly look... is entangled because of feelings...

Being abandoned, in this posture... it was exposed...

I was rejected by the reality of the witch, so I refused to show my self in the eyes of my friends, and I definitely don’t want them to see it...

Being eroded by such negative feelings... tears overflowed, and the black liquid slowly extended from Ling Meng's shadow and wrapped around the thin body at this time.

Youxiang looked at her calmly. She had heard of the facts of the witch. She was about the "props" that maintained the Fantasy Country, a race that was almost as sad as a half demon...

She wanted to help the other party, but she understood...it was meaningless.

The practical significance of the prop is determined by the monster sage. Although I don’t care about the monster sage’s face, I really don’t want to have any connection with that Tao…

Because the broken wounds on the monster sage have not been left with the "props" dozens of times so far.

The red barrier and the light barrier were broken in this instant...

The witch's mask shattered and split again. At this time, the red evil ghost's mask only covered the right eye, occupying only one-quarter of the entire face...

The dull face... cannot make any defensive posture... The eroded look is indeed pitiful...

Youxiang closed her eyes and prepared to knock Ling Meng down in this second... it should...it can help Ling Meng a little, but when she was about to punch...

A sense of incongruity hit her heart, and suddenly made her body retreat several meters.

The shaking body leaned on the witch's back...

A gentle and slight voice rang out.

“It’s time to go home…”

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