The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

No matter how much Moran and the others liked it, they couldn't eat much each. They roasted more than twenty bird wings, and most of them went into Vasida's belly.

This is also the slowest time she has eaten since she woke up and swallowed her stomach.

She couldn't help but want to savor every bite. Gobbling it down was definitely the biggest waste of food.

No need for Moran to stress after eating, she carefully saved the bird wings given to her and decided to only eat one, no, half one at a time in the future!

Alba looked at the lamp ball that had mostly been extinguished with a look of regret. The roasted bird wings were so delicious that she had no energy to pay attention to anything else. What she did basically had no effect.

"It's late at night, and the moisture is getting heavy on the grass. There is no moisturizing magic circle in the valley. Let's go indoors!"

Moran greeted with satisfaction.

"It's really late. Let's go to bed early. We have to leave for Sylph's residence tomorrow!" Vasida said, "By the way, can we lay out sleeping bags in the living room to sleep?"

"What kind of sleeping bag should I lay down? Let me sleep on the bed!" Moran said.

The bed she worked so hard to create is just waiting for today!

Vashida and the others had not yet gone to the bedroom upstairs. After hearing this, they couldn't help but ask: "What kind of bed can sleep six people?"

"You'll know after you go take a look." Moran led them to the bedroom.

At the door of the bedroom, there were five faces of shock: "What a big bed!"

"Your bed is almost bigger than my house." Alba said.

Ais didn't dare to speak. Her home was not even as big as Moran's bed. It was only big enough for a small bed and her kitchen.

"It's so big, it's enough for us to roll around on it!" Vasida said.

"With such a big quilt, no wonder you have planted a lot of cotton trees, Molan!" Sylph said.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​making such a big bed? Can it be used?" Cheryl found it a bit unbelievable. Could it be that Moran's sleeping position...

"Don't think too much!" Moran said angrily: "It's just to sleep more people, won't it be used tonight?"

"Quick, quick! Take a shower and then go to bed!" Moran urged.

Sylph took a step back silently and whispered to Vasida: "I don't know why, but I have a bad premonition."

"To be honest, so am I!" Vasida also said.

Half an hour later, after sleeping from the head to the end of the bed, lying next to each of his witch friends for a while, Moran felt that his life had reached its peak!

"Molan, with such a big bed, do we have to be so close to each other?" Sylph asked.

When we explored the inner area together before, we didn't find that Moran had this hobby!

"We sleep too far apart and can't hear each other! It's time for the witches' night chat. Have you ever heard of ghosts?" Moran asked in a low voice.

"Ghost? A trick-or-treater who likes to steal candy?" Vasida asked.

"No, it's the soul left behind after the death of the body. Well, it's similar to Warren's ghost, but it's not a spiritual creature formed by partial soul power, but a spiritual creature formed by a complete soul. It's difficult to be hurt by ordinary attacks. to them," Moran said.

"Oh! Then I know, my mother dislikes ghosts, they are too weak." Vasida said.

"What I'm talking about is the ghost of Blue Star, which is a ghost. It is a very scary creature." Moran said, taking out the wand under the pillow and lowering the bed curtain.

When telling ghost stories, the atmosphere must be sufficient.

As Moran narrated, the six little witches huddled closely together on the big bed, breathing softly.

Cheryl and Vasida, who were sleeping on both sides, silently leaned in the middle.

Vasida asked: "Molan, is your bed empty?"

"Of course! Be careful there is a ghost under the bed... pull your ankles!" Moran suddenly increased his voice mid-sentence.

"Ah!" Vasida shrank to Sylph's side in a second, half of her body hanging on her, causing Sylph to cry out in pain and take a breath.

Cheryl silently retracted her exposed feet into the quilt. According to Moran, the quilt has magical protective power and can prevent the invasion of ghosts.

"Okay, I just talked about the ghost under the bed, let me tell you about the ghost in the bathroom!" Moran continued.

Combining the Blue Star ghost story with Varun's horrific events, it was slightly artistically processed.

It's the familiar foreshadowing again, and the sudden appearance of a terrifying ghost.

The little witches huddled together, scared but couldn't help but prick up their ears and continue to listen.

I really don’t know why Moran’s voice and image are so strong. They can’t even open or close their eyes. It’s so scary.

"It's over, it's over, I don't dare to look in the mirror at night anymore!" Alba said, covering her head in the quilt.

"Fortunately, no one died in the Witch Academy, and there are no ghosts." Sylph said.

Hearing this, Vasida suddenly became confused: "That's right! Those are the ghosts of Blue Star. We in Valen only have ghosts. A little magic energy can make them roll all over the ground. They are not scary at all!"

"Wait a minute! I remember that there was no magic in the world in your previous life, Molan!" Ais also woke up: "In that case, how do humans on Blue Star defend against ghosts?"

"That's right!" Sylph also asked: "Isn't it because of this that the human race on Blue Star perished? So that the planet lost all intelligent life and its consciousness almost disappeared, so your soul went to Valen for reincarnation?"

"Um, don't you know this is a ghost story?" Moran asked doubtfully.

"What happened to the story?" Sylph asked in confusion.

"Many stories are fictitious and fake! There are no ghosts on Blue Star at all. They are all made up by the people of Blue Star." Moran said.

The five little witches trembling with fear: "!!!"

The plot of their Valen story may be fictitious, but the creatures in it are definitely real.

"Moran! Are you trying to scare us on purpose!"

Sylph and Ess locked Moran on the left and right, and Vasida, Alba and Cheryl lifted the quilt:

"Damn! We were scared to death, it turned out to be fiction!"

Moran hurriedly made up: "I can only guarantee that there are no ghosts on Blue Star and Valen. I don't know if there are ghosts in other worlds. After all, there are so many other worlds, right? Maybe the witch seniors have seen them, and even brought back one or two specialties!"

"Ah!" Successfully scared the little witches back into the quilt.

Moran couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha! With a magic wand in hand, I'm not afraid. At most, it's just a magic bombardment. What's there to be afraid of!"

"Moran! You're talking nonsense again!"

In the end, Moran still couldn't escape the revenge of Vasida and the others.

But it didn't hurt her much. After telling ghost stories and scaring her friends, she went to sleep contentedly.

The remaining five little witches huddled in their quilts, flashing back to various ghost stories in their minds. They had the urge to dig out the culprit and beat him up!