"Forehead……"

"Well--"

While he was sleeping, a familiar voice came into Fang Xingyang's mind, making some of his fearful nerves tense up.

"Woo——"

At first he thought it was a dream, until the sound appeared more and more frequently and sounded closer and closer to him...

He was so frightened that he suddenly woke up.

"What the fuck? Transformed!" He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the familiar ceiling in the bedroom.

That just now... was actually a dream?

He rubbed his head.

Never would I have imagined that I would actually dream about planting a pellet pitcher into the soil.

Then not long after, the projectile shooter grew into a little lolita with cute animal ears!

The appearance is still the same as before, but the pellet thrower has become more rounded and cute when he grows up. Except for a few green leaves that symbolize plants, he looks like a well-behaved and passionate little loli!

In the dream, he was almost grinning from ear to ear with joy, and he was still wondering why the system didn't tell him before that the pellet thrower could grow up if planted in the soil...

Then he heard that disturbing roar...

Well--

Forehead……

It was as if a zombie was slowly approaching him with abnormal steps, suddenly frightening him out of his dream.

"Woo..."

The close voice came from his face, and then he saw a (?の﹃の?) dead guy falling on his face.

Projectile pitcher?! No transformation, it really is a dream...

He picked up the pellet thrower, but the little thing was still foaming at the mouth.

He also made a sound of "uh-" from time to time.

Fang Xingyang never expected that this sound was actually made by a pellet thrower...

[Ding——Activate [Alternative Weakness Analysis]]

[Current target: pellet thrower, status: stunned by stink, confused, need help]

[Analysis plan: Plant it in the soil and wait for it to heal on its own]

Hints that had never appeared before appeared in his mind one after another, causing Fang Xingyang's expression to gradually become (°Д°).

So it can be solved like this?!

A few seconds later, he jumped out of bed and ran towards the hall without even putting on his clothes.

In the hall, the candles on the counter have been extinguished, but he doesn't care about opening the door now.

He grabbed a rotten flowerpot under the window and placed it on the counter, then carefully buried the lower half of the pellet thrower's body in it.

The scene in the dream seems to be gradually becoming reality in some way...

"Change, you have changed..."

"Little baby, grow up quickly~ Let daddy see what you look like when you grow up~ Hehehehe..."

Fang Xingyang sat in front of the counter, drooling and talking to himself.

[Ding—The [Storm Corridor] area you are in has updated new deeds 2 hours ago. You can go to the [Wugang Chronicle] page to view it. 】

[The [Storm Corridor] area where you are located has updated new deeds 30 minutes ago. You can go to the [Fog Harbor Chronicles] page to view it. 】

…

A sudden reminder in his mind woke him up from his daydream, and then he saw a big red dot popping up on the [Fog Harbor Chronicles] icon next to his personal page.

Click to enter, the homepage is still as popular as ever, and the photos are still as familiar as ever...

[Shocked! The Storm Corridor area was suspected of being attacked by mysterious weapons last night, and the stench was overwhelming!]

[New clues! A large amount of mysterious liquid appeared outside the door of Wugang Commission Shop. Is it related to the foul smell? 】

[The leader of the Scavenger Demon: All members have paralyzed sense of smell! The stench creator is fully wanted!]

If you click on the comment area of ​​such reports, you will find two types of comments.

One is to rationally discuss where the stench comes from.

The other is to make harsh words to catch the stinker and then punish them with some cruel means.

After browsing, Fang Xingyang calmly closed the comment area.

It can be said that he has long been used to this situation.

"No one knows I did it anyway."

He hummed a song and said to himself, "So what if I knew, I am doing harm to the people! After all, if it hadn't been for me... the Demon Eater might have done something terrible after losing control last night..."

Then he discovered that there was an extra red dot in the [Private Message] section.

[Sorcerer: Dear "Red Light Warrior", are you still alive? My sister misses you a little... If you are alive, would you like to come to your sister's place for a cup of tea? 】

Fang Xingyang swallowed.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, he really should go and say thank you to the witchcraft master.

After all, if it hadn't been for her, I might not have been able to survive the arrival of the Dark Elf family.

Moreover, Wu Gang Jiwen's private message has a "read" function. When he sees this message, the witchcraft master will display "read".

It would be too sad to just pretend not to see it.

"Okay, I'll pack up a little and go over. I hope my sister can be a little gentler this time... Also, I happen to have some questions that I want to ask my sister for help."

After replying, his eyes fell on the handkerchief stained with some filth on the counter.

Inside the handkerchief was a piece of metal found in the Demon Eater's vomit last night.

If nothing else, the metal piece probably had no effect on him, but even the system couldn't give a reasonable explanation.

As for the Chaos Undead invasion of their store, even though Fang Xingyang told the Demon Eater that it was also related to the metal piece.

But that was just a temporary excuse.

Just like what the store manager said, if he really lost control due to some reasons, then the Chaos Undead shouldn't just catch him and beat him...

In short, there are still too many mysteries about this metal piece. Now that the store manager is away, the only person he can ask for advice at any time is probably the witchcraft master...

Soon after, Fang Xingyang came to the imposing "castle" door.

Just like the witch's castle in a fairy tale, he just stood in front of the door and the door automatically opened as if it recognized him.

After passing through the first half of the castle, Fang Xingyang could already hear the sound of the sorcerer playing with Yi Wang.

"Come on, Yiwang! Pick up this ball!"

"Yi Wang, that little brother is coming to visit us later. You have to be good and don't do the same thing as last time!"

…

Fang Xingyang opened the door with a black look on his face and saw the witchcraft master playing with Yiwang in the backyard.

Since the last incident, the Conjurer has maintained the image of a "closest sister" and has never turned into the little girl she was at the beginning.

Fang Xingyang was a little overwhelmed when he saw her. After all, even before he traveled through time, he didn't know how to deal with girls.

"Yiwang, the guests are here, you can play by yourself next."

After the magician finished speaking, he threw the ball far away and walked towards Fang Xingyang.

But what Fang Xingyang didn't expect was that she was dressed extremely "conservatively" today, wearing a slim-fitting long skirt that almost covered her entire body.

Such a "safe" dressing style made Fang Xingyang feel relieved.

"Thank you for helping me that day."

The two of them walked to the table. Fang Xingyang lowered his head like a shy boy, not daring to raise his head to look at the witchcraft master.

"It doesn't matter. As I said before, helping you is also helping myself."

"After all, your store manager has been defeated. If I don't take action, I'm afraid that by the time the reinforcements arrive, the entire block will be demolished."

Fang Xingyang breathed a sigh of relief at the sorcerer's cold tone.

In short, as long as it's not in the same "succubus-possessed" state as before, he can communicate with it very well.

But before he could speak, the witchcraft wizard frowned as if he felt uncomfortable.

"Hmm...why? Are you feeling a little dizzy?"

Fang Xingyang was stunned, stood up and went to help her, "Are you okay?"

"Wait...this feels...something wrong!"
To be continued...