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【Furong came to the River of Time, where Lizzy lived.

There is a silver river flowing down from above, which seems to be no different from ordinary rivers.

The red-haired girl looked at the silver river and couldn't help but take a second look, but the expression on her face was still almost holy and naive, just like looking at ordinary scenery again. In her eyes, it was just a beautifully colored and somewhat peculiar river, and there was nothing else besides that.

Lizzy smiled, "Curious?" Fleur shook her head, and replied softly, "No, I just think he's beautiful."

The smile on the witch's face became more and more meaningful. She heard the girl's description, and she used him instead of it.Therefore, when the girl first saw the river of time, she knew, or felt, that the river was alive.

Lizzie looked at the girl walking by her side, stretched out her hand and rubbed the other person's head, "He will like you." The witch of the river of time said and asserted.After hearing her words, Furong just blinked slightly, and repeated her words, "Do you like... me?" The expression in her eyes couldn't be explained as doubt or something, at least she herself didn't have that kind of expression self-awareness.She still has a lot to learn.

Whether it is becoming a witch, or learning to feel, or learning to love and be loved.

For Furong, it is an extremely complicated knowledge. 】

The crimson hair looks like a red rose, like a blooming hibiscus, the girl's hair is gently fluttering with the wind, and her blue pupils are watching the purple flowers blooming on the vines.Seemingly noticing it, the girl lowered her head to look at the two men coming down, and Qingfeng greeted them with wisteria flowers.

The man raised his head, the golden pupils and the light purple petals were shockingly beautiful, "Long time no see, Furong." The girl nodded lightly, her blue pupils were like blue lotuses blooming on the water, she seemed to be looking for something, and As if watching something, finally, he said in an ethereal voice: "Long time no see, sir."

Hibiscus jumped down from the branch like a bird, light and flexible, and the ponytails tied on both sides resembled the wings of a bird.She was wearing a white linen dress, standing barefoot on the ground, like a hibiscus fairy. "Yes, are you here to see Teacher Lizzy and Teacher Andusi?"

Mr. Fu Meng looked at the girl in front of him, "No, I just came to visit you. After all, it's true. I haven't seen you for a long time." Fu Rong lifted the hem of her skirt, "Yes, I haven't seen you for 200 years." The red-haired The young girl looked at the young man beside the man, with light golden hair, she tilted her head, "Sir, is he the one you choose?"

The drug seller's eyes were light blue, and his aqua blue pupils were much gentler than the girl's blue pupils. "Next, drug seller." The red-haired girl adapted well to his introduction, she nodded slightly, "I'm Furong." She took the two of them into the house, which looked like a small glass from the outside. The room actually has a hole in the sky.Everything has been arranged to be exquisite and comfortable.

"You're still so capable, Fu Rong." The man sat on the sofa, and the girl put two cups of tea in front of them.She blinked, "Well, neither Miss Lizzie nor Mr. Andusi cares about the surrounding environment."

In the world where Furong lives, where witches are supreme, among the many witches, there are two recognized as the most craziest and dangerous witches, the witches of the River of Time and the witches of the River of Destiny, Lizzie and Andusi.It is precisely because of this that Furong is very special in that world. She is almost holy and innocent. In her eyes, there seems to be nothing special. In her eyes, witches are not much different from ordinary people, and she is not very different. Care about those rumors or legends.In this way, simple and simple life.

The red-haired girl sat down holding a glass of juice, "Ms. Lizzy and Mr. Andusi, probably, they are going to ride a dragon." The girl said with a blank expression, and took a small sip of the juice by the way.

"Mr. Lizzie, I like riding a dragon very much. Teacher Andusi, I want to pull out the scales of dragons as alchemy materials." Two great and dangerous witches are full of interest in dragons. They even said that dragons are a group The four-legged lizard with a brain the size of a flea has nothing special except that various parts of its body can be used as alchemy materials.For Fleur, she may never understand that her two teachers, Lizzie and Andusi, have anything other than magic in their heads.

Fumeng leaned on the sofa, "Dragon, ah, um, it must be that one." He blinked lightly, his thick and slender eyelashes covering his golden pupils, "I remember that Long is pretty good at his own things. Come on, you are stingy." Fu Rong nodded, "Well, Teacher Andusi often said that dragons are cheapskate." She didn't quite understand what it meant to be stingy, but every time she read from Teacher Andusi, When she saw a small bag of dragon scales, she felt that the stinginess that Mr. Andusi said was probably different from the stinginess in the normal sense.

The black-haired man squinted his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep, hummed vaguely through his nose, and then lazily said: "For Andusi, the only thing that counts is inexhaustible supply. Don't be stingy." The red-haired girl held the cup and seemed to be in a daze. After a few minutes, she replied: "Ah, um, maybe."

The young man with light blond hair also squinted his eyes. The sunlight fell from the transparent glass above and sprinkled on his body. The green plants were not completely covered by the roof. It was precisely because of this that he created an extremely leisurely and comfortable atmosphere. "Sir, did you meet anyone when you came here?"

Mr. Fumeng yawned, "Yes, Ash." Fu Rong showed an expression of sudden realization. She and Ashla have a good relationship, so she also knows the other party's recent situation, and there seems to be an incredible guy by her side. . "Ashi, the one next to Ash, exists? Is it here too?" There was a little doubt in Furong's voice, as if she couldn't find an accurate adjective.The black-haired man yawned again, "Well, I'm here too."

A tangle appeared on the red-haired girl's face. Of course, for her, this can be said to be one of the most expressive expressions she can make. "I hope, Mr. Andusi, I won't fight with that one." Compared to Lizzie, the witch of River of Time, Andusi, the witch of River of Destiny, is quite a fighting maniac. Guilt, the existence that is least willing to fight with it.

Mr. Fu Meng lowered his head and took a sip of tea, "If there is a fight, this place will be destroyed." Fu Rong blinked her blue pupils, and began to calculate seriously. If Teacher Andusi and Ash's companions fight , What exactly is needed to rebuild the destroyed Paradise Island.

Looking at Fu Rong, who lowered her head and counted seriously, the man sighed again, "It's really capable, whether it's Fu Rong or Claire, it's really reassuring." Faced with such a compliment, Fu Rong replied, "I'm not as good as Miss Clay." In Fleur's heart, both Mr. and Cressby are very respectful, probably due to the same nature of being mouthless, Fleur has always been very close to Clay.

"Miss Clay, are you here too?" Fu Rong asked while counting.

Fu Meng glanced at the young man who was sitting next to him and enjoying it with peace of mind, "She's here too." He gave the drug seller a look, then took out the previous book with peace of mind, and continued to read from the place he saw before .

"Claire, with the others." The drug seller said softly.

Whether it's the way he speaks, or the sudden change of the object of conversation during the chat, Fu Rong adapts well.She raised her head, "Ah, I know, yes, Oda Tsukuru. Right?" No matter from Ashra's mouth or Miss Clare's letter, a person named Oda Tsukuru appeared.The same existence in different worlds is the so-called parallel world.

The drug seller didn't intend to explain, it wasn't Oda Tsukuru, but Oda.So he went on to say quite fluently: "Well. He is a very nice person." Furong drew her tone, "Hey—that's it." She put down the quill in her hand, "That one, Oda Mr. Saku, what is it like?" Although she heard the description of 'Oda Saku' from other people, she still didn't feel it.Not to mention my little friend Ashra, Miss Clay's description in the letter is even more abstract, "He is like a black hole, a very tolerant healing man. That's what Miss Clay said." Fu Rong Recall the content of one of the letters.

Just like a black hole, what a wonderful adjective it is.

"A man like a black hole?" The girl with red hair and green eyes tilted her head. "Is this a compliment? Human beings are so amazing." She sighed.After she sighed, the drug seller said, "I think, probably, it's not like this." He thought for a while, "No, all human beings are so wonderful." Fu Rong nodded quite seriously and understandingly, "Ah , This, I know." In order to increase persuasiveness, she even nodded solemnly, "However, there are always many wonderful human beings around you."

The drug seller looked at the girl, and she just sighed like this. There was no envy and anticipation in her blue pupils, just like people would sigh when the weather is fine.

Now, the young man with a coquettish face knew why the man said such a thing.

"The child who was adopted as a witch learned to love, but didn't learn to love. Therefore, people called her 'the witch of heartlessness, the witch of flowers'. However, her teacher was not surprised by this, not even I don't care. Because, only they know whether that child has a heart, or an emotion called 'love'.

Witches have a long lifespan, so every witch will become a so-called 'unintentional witch' in the end.However, that doesn't mean they don't have heart or love, it's just that they gradually forget it as time goes by. "

[The heartless witch.

Unintentional witch. 】

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"[Lord Curse] I am Mortal"

"Then you don't even trust Madam?" The gentleman's expression was slightly disturbed, and he didn't answer directly. "I don't even trust myself. That means I can't trust myself, so I can't trust others. There is no other way but to curse myself."

—— Natsume Soseki "Heart"

I am well aware that I am mediocre, cowardly, selfish, and stupid, and I have all the shortcomings that people in this world have, but even so, I occasionally want to look out from the small window on the high wall.

There may be Kawazu cherry blossoms there, there may be lights, or there may be nothing there.

I want to believe, to be one of the "all beings", to live as a "mortal", to experience the beautiful, the ugly, all kinds of things.I can't trust myself and deceive myself, and at the same time I can't trust others and deceive others. I really have no choice but to curse myself, right?

If so, what was the purpose of my birth?

ps.

No.1 is called the master, described in the third person, and has the perspective of other people.

The main mantra is back to green, and the style of writing is small, and I don't like to click the fork lightly.