Release that Witch

Xia is very cute.

Not only the appearance, but her appearance is also very outstanding, the witch seems to be not too bad, even the Poshan, who is cold-eyed to him all the time, can not be described with ugly, and sometimes the other side looks like a face... ...and don't have a touch of flavor.

But Chalm will never say it.

That will undoubtedly only be exchanged for double the cold eyes.

Xia’s cuteness lies in other aspects. When she meets happy things, she laughs. When she meets setbacks, she will cry. She will never hide her emotions and thoughts. It is just like a clear spring in the snow. But she is particularly persistent in some respects. For example, in the week after getting lost, she is waiting at the platform to wait for him to appear, just to thank him.

In short, everything is fine.

Unlike all the girls he has seen before, Xia is the most special one. If the other person is black and white, then she must be orange-red, just like her red curly short hair.

In contrast, Poshan is far worse.

Both of them are clearly witches.

"Hey, don't think I don't know what you are thinking about." When he walked into the yard, Chalm found that Poshan was waiting for him at the door. "You should know, are we witches?"

"From the first day of understanding." He confronted each other.

"So you admit that you are just playing with your mind?" Poshan raised her brow.

"I don't know why you have such an idea, but Xia is so cute, I didn't give her reasons for giving it to others."

If it was in the face of Xia, Chamm decided not to say such a thing, but in front of Poshan, he did not want to back down at all, no matter how bold, it seems to blurt out.

Probably did not expect him to admit directly, Poshan took a moment, "Can be ... cute, that is not important at all! She is a witch, and the witch can not be you not unclear!"

"That's how," Cham raised his chest and showed the "Battle Hero" badge worn on his clothes. "I still have a brother. Even if I can't have children, my father won't mind! And this badge, personally issued by His Majesty, It is enough to protect her future life. Do you have any questions?"

Poshan was stunned.

After a while, she shouted, "Oh, the guarantee of speech is not counted, I will always stare at you, and then expose you."

"Just casual." Cham shrugged. "Right, you don't mention that you are a witch. I have forgotten. What is your ability? How do I feel that you are just using your own strength to move?"

I don't know why, when I said this, he felt that the other person's expression was even worse.

"Do you think that I should not stay here?"

"No... I am just curious," Cham whispered, and he realized that it was easy to make people feel ridiculous. Strange... He usually pays attention to the wording, how can it become so casual now? Although the other party is quite unreasonable, he is not a person who must report.

Just when he thought that the other party would not answer, Poshan whispered, "My ability is to kill."

Chalm took a cold breath, "Hey?"

The latter picked up a seed from the ground and placed it in the palm of the hand. Soon, the seeds withered at the speed of the naked eye, shrunk, and finally turned into a dark brown cockroach.

"Any life will quickly wither under the touch, just like this seed... In fact, not only animals and plants, even stones and metals will be affected, but it will be very slow and the magic consumption will be much larger, so Usually used to deal with enemies."

Chalm stepped back two steps. "Why don't you fight the devil?"

"The Witch Alliance did not approve. They are responsible for the work arrangements of all witches, and my ability must be in close contact to display. They think that the danger is too big and there is no room for development. The final conclusion is to let me choose to go to the battlefield. "Posnan smiled at herself with a mockery. "So the guarantee of speech is nothing... Roland is no exception."

"You are nonsense!" Cham couldn't accept someone who smashed the king in front of his own face. "There has never been a loss of words. This is something that all winterless people can see in their eyes, even if they don't think about it anymore, as long as they agree, Must be able to... achieve..."

Looking at the other side's look like a smile, he suddenly had a lack of confidence. "Wait, have you seen your majesty?"

"I have seen it." Poshan dropped the black box in her hand. "Where the Witch Alliance arranges their work, they will give priority to screening according to their abilities, then ask the witch's personal opinion, and finally combine the two to determine. For example, Xia is like this. If If the purpose of the ability is unknown, it will be handled by Roland. Personally, according to him, any ability can play a role in the development of the Grey Fort. There is no useless person." She paused, "and I Belongs to the latter."

Chalm found himself in a dilemma. He couldn't imagine how to use his brain. This purely destructive force can be used in addition to combat. His Majesty must be very distressed at the time. But he didn't think it was Roland's mistake, admitting that this was more uncomfortable than his failure to honor his promise.

"Your Majesty... What did you say?"

"He said that if I have been 50 to 100 years old, I can shine in the visual effects and props industry." Poshan snorted.

"Oh... what is that?"

"Who knows. It seems to be related to the magic shadow. I am not sure. My Majesty said a lot at the time. For example, the visual effects are extremely extensive, and the old is an indispensable part of industrial visual effects..." She walked desperately to the platform. "It’s awkward, right? Even if he didn’t lie, it’s been a lot of years, but for now, I’m really just a useless person...”

It turned out to be the case, and Chalm was amazed.

He finally understood why he had stopped talking before Xia.

When the witches are hiding in Tibet, Possan, who can fight the chasers, must be the core of the group, but now she does not need them to go to the blood to kill, but she becomes nothing, the gap between the two can be imagined. .

For a time, Cham felt empathy. When he learned that he was transferred out of the army, he almost felt that he had been abandoned by the world. In such a situation, it is probably normal to have a bad temper.

Looking at the lonely back of his opponent, his heart softened.

Originally, he has been calculating, how can he open the other side and send an invitation to Xia alone, but now he can't say it. If even Xia Xia is not there, isn't she alone around her?

After coughing twice, Cham reached out and touched his pocket. "That... I have two tickets for the new drama."

The latter turned back and seemed to be waiting for his following.

"But I have something at night, I don't think it will be..." He hesitated. "If you want to go with Xia, it is better than wasting..."

Posanne’s face was amazed.

But before she could answer her, the sky suddenly sounded like a bang.

The two raised their heads and saw that thousands of birds passed over their heads, almost covering the sun, a cloud-like migratory group of birds, and Chalm was the first to see it.

He has heard that migratory birds will have a fixed wintering period, but this scene obviously does not belong to this category. The species in the flock of birds can be described as diverse, and he always feels that these birds are very hasty, and there is no elegance in the wings.

"What happened to them?" Cham frowned. "Collectively moving?"

"Hey!" Poshan raised a finger. "Do you hear anything?"

"Apart from the flapping of the wings, is there anything else?"

"No, in a farther direction," her look became a little dignified.

Chalm had to listen again and listen. This time, he vaguely captured a long line of sound, dull and muddy, mixed between the **** of the flock of birds, like a whistling sound.

He slammed his eyes sharply.

That is... an alarm from the north!