She Is Not a Witch

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It's raining.

Lorrain Hill sits by the window sill, hands on the table, chin resting on his arm, watching the rain falling from the sky. The drenching raindrops fell on the stone slabs, splashing water flowers.

The sky outside the window is not too bright, but it is not too dark. Sometimes some raindrops blow into the house along the wind, spill on the painted surface of the table, and fall on the girl's exposed arms, bringing bursts of cool touch.

There was a sound of running water in the courtyard under the attic, and the clear rain water flowed on the stone slabs, gathered in the drainage ditches on both sides of the courtyard, and then rushed towards the exit of the wall root with the fallen leaves.

Today Lorraine Hill did not study, nor did he read a book. It was not that he was tired recently, nor was he bored, but simply wanted to rest.

White and slender fingers swept across the window sill, making Lorrainhill feel a cool moistness. The wet dewdrops on those windowsills gathered under the sliding of the fingers to form a larger dewdrop, and then an irregular piece of water.

For ordinary things, a faint happiness floated in her heart. Then he leaned his head on his arm and watched the dewdrops on the fingertips collide with each other and gather together.

The water dew converges at the fingertips, then it rolls down from the window sill and falls into the courtyard stone slab below. Together with the many water droplets, it splashes small puddles, then mixes with the clear rainwater and flows to the distance.

I didn't think of anything in my mind, just listening to the sound of the rain flowing, made people feel a touch of peace.

In fact, for many ordinary people, there is no such dramatic ups and downs in life, but more of this real and ordinary daily life.

Everyone spends this familiar time slowly, and occasionally finds one or two gleaming stones on the side of the road. This is the little fun in life.

There was still a tinkling sound of raindrops on the roof tiles, and then they flowed down the groove, forming small raindrops that shrank and fell into the fresh rain and wind.

In the room in the attic, Lorrain Hill leaned on the table to enter a quiet nap, occasionally one or two drops of water fell on the back of the snow-white hand, and then slipped along the fingers, forming a small bridge between the tabletop and the fingertips, moist And cool.

On the wooden frame in the room, the two birds are also leaning against each other, with their feet tucked in their feathers, resting quietly, only occasionally moving their beaks and blinking a few times, as if they dreamed of something delicious.

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After choosing the sequence of training, Lorrain Hill also gradually entered a stable life and rest. On weekdays, he went to get out of class according to the arrangements within the faction. After class, he and several other familiar companions would practice in the grove-lined open space. Occasionally listen to some gossip and talk about interesting things that happened to the disciples recently.

In the eyes of many people, the Necromancer sequence is a sequence that does not do good. Because the practitioners in the past like to do things like planing tombs and manipulating corpses in order to pursue fast and powerful, and this really makes it difficult for many ordinary people to accept.

However, with the recent practice, in the eyes of the girl, this sequence is not all bad.

When judging whether something is life, it depends on whether it will die.

The stone cannot die, so it cannot be called life.

So what exactly is life depends on the standard of its death.

Is it called life just because the body is alive? Maybe not. For some intelligent creatures, it depends on whether its spirit is alive.

The concept of spiritual death may be a little strange, but there is a saying that many people have heard of, that is, ‘sorrow is greater than death’.

The human spirit is not infinitely strong, but can also be injured. These injuries come from oppression, bullying, oppression, framing, despair, and so on.

When the scar is shallow, the spirit can slowly heal itself over time, forget it, and return to its original state.

But when the injury is deep and touches the root, it may leave a shadow, or it may become a life-long pain that cannot be relieved.

And when the scars keep accumulating, there is nowhere to release, and finally overwhelm everything, it will cause a collapse and make people go to a dark end. At this time, perhaps it can be called spiritual death.

Contrary to the angel sequence that symbolizes stability, protection, and healing, the necromantic sequence explores the process of withering, the formation of spiritual and soul trauma, and the final destination and end of life.

The corpse was transformed, but only a small part of the branch, but this branch developed so well that it concealed the color of several other aspects.

The first thing to solve the problem is to recognize the existence of this problem, otherwise everything will be impossible to talk about.

As Lorrain Hill's understanding and practice of the Necro Sequence deepened, she also gradually discovered the little secrets in her body.

Compared with ordinary people, his soul is not quite the same. After waking up from her sleep one day, the girl sat on the bedside thinking so.

She looked at her hair, its ends seemed to be dyed with a faint silver color, scattered on the white nightdress.

Ordinary people’s souls are like fragile clouds. If they are impacted with fierce and extraordinary power, they will dissipate, causing memory loss or death.

Extraordinary will be much tougher, like a sponge, with a certain degree of toughness, and closer contact, which can resist some damage.

And her soul body is like a clear jelly, or like a transparent wind, randomly connected and scattered, and then gathered again, as if not affected by the impact.

Unfolding the palm of the soft quilt, Lorrain Hill looked at the palm of his hand. The translucent light particles floated up on the palm and gathered like a cloud to form a small transparent gradual wave, which turned into a breeze and dissipated. Then these translucent particles aggregated together to form a transparent gem like glass, refracting sunlight, and sprinkling a gradual color spectrum on the quilt.

Is this the power of the necromantic sequence? It is really magical, as if the extension of the soul, let people see another brand new world.

Lorrainhill slowly realized the magic power of the hand heart, which seemed to incorporate some of the characteristics of his own soul, which was different from the magic power of other sequences.

With a light wave of the finger, these transparent water mist light particles also swayed, transforming into a picture scroll in the front. The picture scroll depicts a night of fireworks blooming. A familiar friend sat together, watching the scene of the bright moon and the starry sky.

Letis, Bumansha, Alina, Niya, Eidolon, Vimiya, Lily, familiar figures smiled and laughed at her side, noisy, and talked about recent interesting and happy things.

I miss those people a bit, Lorrain Hill muttered in his heart.

Then the picture changed again, and a sleeping girl appeared in the picture scroll.

She has long hair, the color of which is crimson like flames, scattered on her side and between her collarbone. After opening her eyes, her pupils reveal a pure and dependent look.

Where did Keti go? The girl recalled the scenery in her memory, but it was a pity that Keti seemed to be sleeping in the academy until the part she could remember.

Don't worry about this silly fellow, she is a sequence 9 flame witch, much better than herself.

Swinging his head to cheer himself up, the hair in front of him shook, Lorrain Hill got off the bed and opened the closet on the side, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com looked for the clothes to wear today.

Now that he has been promoted to Necromancer Rank 3, it is time to ask the follow-up practice classics.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Lorraine Hill looked at the shiny bronze mirror, rolled up the long hair behind his head, tied the light blue ribbon that Lefelica gave her, tied it into a simple bow, and then twisted the hair. Put it down and landed on Jiao's waist.

Today she is wearing a blue and black dress, the main body is quiet black, and the sleeves, skirt, and waist belt are soothing soft blue.

Soft blue: Through ‘kneading blue’ and ‘no blue’, the stems and leaves of Polygonum vulgare are dyed materials, and the result of soaking and kneading is “kneading blue”.

(Mountains in the blue light rain.-Huang Tingjian, "One of the five quick pavilions with Li Caifu's ancestors")

In the Feather School, there are disciples who wear Western-style dresses. It is not uncommon, but it is relatively rare to wear such a fit like Lorrain Hill. And this dress was sewn by herself in her spare time.

Thanks to Lefelica's teaching, Lorrain Hill learned how to dye, so that he can make clothes that are more in line with his wishes.

He stood up and reloaded and looked in the mirror again. After taking care of him, Lorrain Hill walked downstairs.

Today she is going to find Master Lianyin to ask about the follow-up classics and matters.

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