Candy Wizard and Travel

Whether it's from personal preference or the maintenance of the work, the Doll Witch doesn't like this style.

Well, every place has things that people like, and naturally, there are also parts that people can’t accept.

Mal stretched his muscles and stood by the window, hesitating whether to turn over the sign at the door of the store and open the store to take a look.

She doesn't care about sales, she just wants to chat with customers who are interested in dolls. She needs some fresh inspiration, some eclectic glow brought by complete outsiders.

In Dorothy, people's births and deaths are accompanied by dolls. Everyone is familiar with the making of dolls. Understanding breeds confidence, and confidence creates a sense of security. This is a circle, and all changes occur within the circle. , slow and reasonable, and the slightest overshoot scares them.

How many so-called "masters" have died in the industry.

This was also a reason for Mal to leave Dorothy.

Thinking about the past, she realized that she was indeed idle to a certain extent, and she would actually waste her time recalling those boring things. She might as well think about Xiao Xidi.

After thinking about it, she closed the curtains, took off her pajamas, and prepared to take a bath. During this time, she had been using cleaning magic, which was not real.

In addition, last night, I comforted myself with Xiao Xidi's photo to relieve the pressure. Even after cleaning it with magic, the sticky feeling still existed.

"Crash..."

In the huge bathtub, which was so spacious that bathing alone would give a luxurious feeling, Mal's humming voice was masked by the sound of water, and she played with the floating foam with interest, her pale skin looming.

Mal's mood suddenly improved.

The witch's intuition said that today seemed like a good day.

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"Master, I'm coming in."

Xidi shook the doorbell politely, and looked at the "Closed" sign at the door. Snow drifted into the gap between it and the door, wrapped around it, and was already frozen. It was a bit difficult to turn it over. It seemed like this Master didn't open the door for several days.

It can still be considered morning now.

Based on his understanding of Master Mal, at this time, the probability of her being bedridden was about half as much as that of spending the whole night fighting with doll parts in the workshop. If it was the latter, she would go back and take a shower before catching up on her sleep.

In other words, there is a small probability of triggering the welfare lens.

Xi Di took out the key and pressed her finger on the door handle for a moment——

Open the door and go in.

……

It felt much warmer as soon as I entered the house.

It's still the same underworld layout that worries about too many customers. Because there are no lights on, the long corridor facing the door also looks dim. The light in winter, which is not very good, slants in and is swallowed up within a few steps.

Everything in the room was immersed in darkness, with only a pair of dolls' eyes reflecting the faint light.

"Good morning everyone."

There is a sense of relaxation at home. Xidi has watched his master play with the puppets like this since he was a child. He is more afraid of the dark than the puppets.

Dorothy's puppet art was ahead of its time, but Wangli Celestilia's naturally had fewer people appreciating it. I looked at the shelves and saw that those with unique and somewhat weird styles were still there, but I bought commercial ones that were casually made. go out.

It's good. Xidi greeted the dolls one by one and called their names. These little guys soaked in magic are transforming into magical creatures. They also have the ability to respond simply in their usual postures, or look sideways. Either smiling or shaking, the rustling sounds gathered together to welcome the arrival of another owner.

Miss Elaine went to the street and was queuing up to buy new bread for the two bread stars in her family. Although Xidi’s craftsmanship was good, it was understandable that the family had too much food and occasionally wanted to eat outside.

Yesterday, I hung them for half an hour. If there is corporal punishment, just give them a piece of candy. A sound education method requires both carrots and sticks.

Um?There seems to be something strange, maybe it's an illusion.

The business of that shop was very good, and Xidi also saw Teacher Pei'er lined up in front of him. It would be about ten minutes before the next batch would be released. He came here in advance to clean up the shop to avoid any rudeness.

Now it seems that the hygiene on the first floor is pretty good, because I haven't come down at all in the past half month.

Master Mal still likes wooden stairs so much, and he also deliberately creates the feeling of creaking when you step on it and the thud of things falling. In Dorothy’s traditional horror literature, this kind of staircase is very suitable for a head to roll down. Master once thought of selecting a lucky child and going to his home to have him recreate it.

Fortunately, he was caught by Hidi.

After the disturbing noise ended, Xidi came to the second floor and heard the sound of drainage in the bathroom.

"Gududu..."

The bathroom door was open, and the moist water vapor carried the smell of shower gel. The brown-gray woman walked out wrapped only in a bath towel. Because the front armor was too thick, when the bath towel was wrapped casually, the greasy fruits would inevitably gather together. The mature witch tried several times but couldn't get the towel fixed under her waist, so she had no choice but to squeeze it with her hands and walk out.

No one will see it anyway.

Then she saw the helpless eyes of the disciples at the end of the corridor.

"..."

"..."

"Yo," Mal raised his hand in greeting nonchalantly, raised his brows and smiled broadly, "I just thought something good would happen today."

"Master!"

Of course, this wasn't because he hadn't been emotional for half a month, but because the other person's greeting hand had just been pressed on the bath towel.

……

Putting on a simple nightgown, with a magician's robe on top, Mal sat lazily, letting her disciples comb her hair and shake it from time to time.

"Don't move around, Master. I've told you not to use magic to dry your hair in one go. It's easy to get split ends and knots."

"It's too troublesome, just use magic potion."

"But you are so busy that you don't even have time to prepare the potion, right? It takes a little trouble to take a bath, but wouldn't it save more time?"

Mal said nothing and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Even the witch is dominated by inertia. Rather than putting in a little more effort every day, she is still used to solving it all in one go. And just as ordinary people feel, most of the time, it is too late.

Xidi sighed softly, there was nothing he could do against his master, just like a teacher.

But this is also a small matter, as long as someone helps organize it regularly, that person is him.

When he was young, this was how he combed his master's hair. At that time, he was standing. Now he is sitting on a chair, and his master is sitting on his lap.

"So don't move around."

Appreciating the embarrassed look on her disciple's face, Mal felt extremely relieved and happy. She smiled, her deep purple eyes filled with tears, "Why, are you feeling uncomfortable? Or is Master too heavy?"

Hidi is an honest child, so he cannot say that he is not heavy. Even though Mal is half leaning on the chair, there is still a considerable weight pressing on his legs, and the thighs that lack exercise are soft and become a "puddle". You can feel the hardness of your bones in your plumpness.

It's so soft that when you hug it, your whole body can probably sink into it.

"Should you exercise properly?"

"I can't help it. Master, I was born like this. Whenever I have inspiration, I will lose weight quickly."

"..."

Hard to say.

Master Mal's figure is the plumpest among the women Xi Di knows. Even Teacher Fran is a few points behind. This is probably due to malnutrition in his youth. If we stand on the same starting line, we might still have a chance to compete.

Furthermore, Fran had also exercised before. When she was young, she traveled all over the country as a traveler. At that time, she was still very well-proportioned. In the precious bathing photo that Uncle Sheila used to exchange for cigarettes, Fran had a beautiful belly under the towel. The waistcoat line, ah, this is unimaginable now.

"When I was 14 years old, I was almost like the adult girls around me...well, a normal girl, not like little Irena. When I took the exam, I was almost treated as an examiner..."

The Doll Witch talks about the past that she seldom mentions. It's not that she can't look back, but she has nothing to say. She is no different from every ordinary person. She said that her father nags her to play with dolls every day and not eat?Or is it that she was tactfully hinted by her mother that girls should change their clothes when they grow up?

She didn't have anything that Irena yearned for, and she didn't have any reason to do it. She put in the effort of an ordinary person, but she became a witch because she had better luck and better talent.

Looking back now, I was really lucky.

Mal ruffled his disciple's hair, but he turned away with his elbow.

"I'm combing my hair."

"Let me touch it."

"..."

Xidi didn't speak, but lowered her head a little wider.

The witch master smiled. She knew her disciple's character. At this moment, she was probably saying in her heart: Just touch him, don't ask.

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The pink girl held the bread in her arms and walked to the door of a doll shop. From her point of view, this shop was a store that was very serious about decoration but very casual to its customers. In the capital, there are many such shops. The witches Most of them are such egotistical guys.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that I don’t like doing business, but my mood is more important than business.

The girl now named Elaine gradually understands the thing called "self".

Recalling what her brother told her just now.

"Go in directly..."

She pushed the door open tentatively.

The wind chime behind the door makes a pleasant sound, with a soft tone that won't startle anyone.

Facing the gloomy corridor, Miss Broom hesitated rarely.

It wasn't because she was afraid of the dark, but because in her perception, the room was full of subtle conversations.

Without Mal's control, the dolls here would have to spend at least several decades in such an environment before they could speak, and Elaine could already hear them clearly through her unique sense tube.

"Father is here again, he even greeted me hehehehe..."

"If we get married, will mom put us in bridesmaid's wedding dresses and scatter flowers?"

"I really want to wear a beautiful dress!"

"Bob, you are a boy..."

That's why Elaine didn't want to go in. Anyone who opened the door and saw all seven aunts and eight aunts in the family were there, filling the living room, had to consider whether they should find a reason to run away.

She remembered that Sir Irena's magic potion was passed on to her brother's master. It must have been improved so that so many dolls can have spirituality. That master must also have a good level of magic.

After hesitating for a moment, Elaine walked in anyway.

"excuse me."

"squeak--"

Closing the door again, the surroundings fell into darkness.

"Who is this?"

"The flat-chested girl from last time."

"She's not that young. Is she my sister?"

"Sister, look here!"

"Please be careful where you step, it's a little lower here..."

When Miss Broom heard this, she slowed down and nodded slightly, "Thank you for reminding me."

"You're welcome?"

"Did she hear that?"

"She heard it!"

"Please help me write a love letter and give it to my father!"

"I have a sonnet here..."

"This week it's my turn to put it on the counter..."

There was a sudden explosion that could not be heard by ordinary people. The rustling sound was like insects crawling. This sound made Miss Broom's back tense. She was also a girl after all.

"Sorry everyone, I'll come back to chat with you later. Can you tell me where the stairs to the second floor are?"

Elaine asked sincerely.

It's a pity that the dolls around are immersed in their own topics. They all seem to have inherited the paranoid side of the creator and have no intention of listening to what others say.

"quiet."

A girl's voice rang out and fell clearly into Elaine's ears. The reason for this was that before she spoke, all the puppets closed their mouths and made one or two awe-inspiring responses at most.

"The stairs are on the right, watch your step."

"Oh, thank you very much!"