Vol 5 Chapter 217: Just stay alive

"Demon Hunting College (
When the young hunters of the Yougui Hunting Team were following each other's trails under the contact of Edamame.
In the depths of the enchanting forest, in the tribal camp surrounded by huge stone "walls" of the ancestors, several guests who came without notice are receiving hospitality from the entire tribe.
Yes, hospitality.
Realizing that the weak army of fascinated rats could not cause any harm to the red-eyed banshees, the elders of the ancestral tribes immediately chose to surrender.
They flapped their chests and promised to the three guests.
Just like what they did to the cats in Uzzah.
An ancestor held an oak leather bowl, crawled, and sent it to the guests respectfully.
The bowl contained a green but clear liquid, a tribute made with tree sap and mushroom juice. The sap was extracted by the ancestors from a certain unique oak. It is said that the seeds of that oak were dropped from the moon by beings in the depths of the starry sky. After they grew into big trees, they began to serve the ancestral tribes. Provide the most precious wines.
Nikita was not interested in the worship of the enchanted rats, she always stared at the tattered little witch in front of her.
The soap bubbles are beautiful, but they break easily.
The banshee took the blank picture album from the little witch and flipped through it. The images on the painting page have lost their color, leaving only a blank outline. A little black ashes remained between the pages.
Nikita twisted the ashes with his fingers, and sniffed it under his nose.
Her eyes flickered slightly.
Born in the northern district of Beta Town, she can easily tell that the ashes originate from a highly psychedelic match, which used to be the most in-demand goods in the northern district. Little magicians all hope to get such a match to realize their wishes in dreams.
This kind of match has a stronger effect in phantom dreams.
These ashes and the blank patterns in the picture album, the tattered robe and pale face of the little witch, and even the very faintly alluring sweetness on her body all explained many problems.
"What is your name?"
The banshee's voice was gentle, her eyes shone like two rubies in the sun. The little witch's struggle to survive in the dreamland reminded her of many memories that seemed far away, but were not too far away.
"Zhu...Zhu."
The little witch's voice was slow, her eyes were blank, her voice was a little vague when she answered, her hands were uneasyly twisted together because the picture album and the small mirror were taken away. But her eyes kept falling on the small oak skin bowl.
The prostrate ancestors clearly heard the voice of the little witch swallowing.
It happily raised its arm higher.
"My name is Zhuzhu," a clear and bright voice replied beside Nikita: "It's nice to meet you! Want to play together?"
The banshee glanced sideways.
The faceless person beside her had already put away her cosmetics, revealing the same face as the little witch. She held the little mirror of the little witch in her hand, looking in the mirror happily.
Unlike the little witch, the faceless robe is clean and beautiful, and the little leather shoes on her feet are also oiled. Her eyes are piercing, and her small mouth is always peeping subconsciously when she speaks, adding a touch of cuteness.
The most brilliant thing on the whole face is the small mouth.
Nikita withdrew his sight.
"Why are you here?" She continued to ask the shabby ‘Zhu Zhu’.
"Look for...Mom...and, Dad." The little witch stared at the bowl of Qingbi drink and swallowed again, her fingers whitish because of anxiety and force.
Nikita took the bark bowl from the ancestor's claws and stuffed it into the little witch's hand.
The cyan liquid in the bowl shook slightly, exuding an alluring breath. A few long, messy hair fell from the side of the little witch's cheek and almost fell into the bowl.
"Drink slowly."
The banshee patted the little witch's head comfortingly, separated her fingers and combed her hair, tucked the fallen strands behind her ears, and repeated the previous question: "Do you still remember... why did you come? Here?"
Although it is the same sentence before and after, the meaning of the sentence is slightly different.
The little witch tilted her head and hesitated for a moment.
"Dad...likes mice," she replied.
Nikita glanced at the shadowy brown figures nearby, feeling a little startled.
The ancestor who has always been quietly crawling under her feet finally couldn't help but raise his head and slapped his chest with his paws, saying, ‘we are not mice! ’This has nothing to do with right and wrong, but with the dignity of the tribes of the ancestors.
Nikita glanced at Zu Ge on the ground, a flash of red light in his pupils.
The ancestors who protested for the dignity of the tribe died without saying a word under the red light. Immediately a few strong ancestors rushed in, dragged the dead body, and retreated.
The whole process was quick and quiet ~EbookFREE.me~The elders of the tribes of the ancestors immediately dispatched new sacrificers to offer new tributes.
The same is the oak bark bowl and the green juice.
"Who is your father?" The banshee turned her head boringly and continued to chat with the little witch, as if she had just pinched a buzzing mosquito to death.
"Dad...That's...Dad." Zhu Zhu sipped the cyan juice in the bark bowl and replied in a low voice. The rich magic power nourished her body with the bowl of tribute, her face slowly became more ruddy, and her eyes moved a little bit more.
Then she finally noticed the banshee's eyes.
"You... red eyes?!" The little witch's eyes were a little uneasy, and there were some more struggling expressions on her face: "Red eyes, not good."
Nikita smiled lightly and touched her head again.
"Just stay alive," she repeated this sentence gently: "It doesn't matter what color the eyes are, just stay alive... You know, there is a kind of monarch in the valley of Crad, its flower is called Lily of the valley. The Zitels call it primrose."
"This kind of flower is small and has a pleasant fragrance. Although it grows in the shadow of darkness, it can bloom freely and bear beautiful red fruit... Although the fruit that grows out of the dark is poisonous, it is a one after all. Beautiful, real fruit."
"So it doesn't matter what color the eyes are."
"Just stay alive."
Although Zhu Zhu's complexion improved a lot after drinking the bowl of green concoction, he did not really recover after all. The banshee was full of metaphors and connotations, but she couldn't fully understand it.
So she was a little at a loss.
The only thing I understand is that the beautiful big sister in front of her told her not to care about the red eyes, which are good too. It's good to live.