Chapter 217 Just Survive

When the young hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team traced the traces of their companions with each other through the contact of Maodou.

Deep in the enchanted forest, in Zuge's tribal camp surrounded by huge stone 'walls', several unannounced guests were receiving the hospitality of the entire tribe.

Yes, a treat.

After realizing that the weak army of enchanted rats could not cause any harm to the red-eyed banshees, the elders of the Zugo tribe immediately chose to surrender.

They beat their chests and promised offerings to the three guests.

Just like they did to the cats in Ursa.

A Zuge held an oak leather bowl, crawled on his knees, and respectfully delivered it to the guests.

The bowl contained a green but clear liquid, a tribute made from tree sap and mushroom juice. The sap was extracted by the ancestors from a certain unique oak tree. It is said that the seeds of that oak were dropped from the moon by beings deep in the starry sky. After growing into a big tree, it began to provide services to the ancestor tribes. Offering the most precious wines.

Nikita was not interested in the offerings of the enchanted rats. She always stared at the little witch in rags in front of her.

Soap bubbles are beautiful, but they break easily.

The succubus took the blank picture album from the little witch's hand and flipped through it. The images on the page have lost their color, leaving only blank outlines. There is still a bit of black ash left between the pages.

Nikita picked up the ashes with her fingers, put them under her nose and sniffed.

Her eyes flickered slightly.

Being from the North District of Beta Town, she could easily tell that the ashes came from a kind of highly hallucinogenic match. That kind of match was once the most sought-after commodity in the North District. Many people who could not afford delicacies from the mountains and seas or live in luxurious houses could not afford it. Little magicians all hope to get such a match and realize their wishes in their dreams.

This kind of match is more effective in the dreamland.

These ashes, together with the blank patterns on the picture album, as well as the little witch's tattered robes, pale face, and even the extremely faint alluring sweetness on her body, all explained a lot of problems.

"May I have your name?"

The banshee's voice was gentle and her eyes were bright, like two rubies in the sun. The little witch's struggle to survive in the dreamland made her recall many memories that seemed far away, but were actually not that far away from her.

"Zhu...Zhu."

The little witch's voice was slow and her eyes were blank. Her voice was a little slurred when she answered, and her hands were twisted together uneasily because the picture album and small mirror were taken away. But her eyes kept falling on the small oak-skinned bowl.

Zu Ge, who was lying on the ground, clearly heard the sound of the little witch swallowing her saliva.

It raised its arms higher in joy.

"My name is Zhu Zhu, too," a clear and bright voice next to Nikita replied: "Nice to meet you! Do you want to play together?"

The succubus glanced sideways.

Wu Mian beside her had put away her makeup at some point, revealing a face that was exactly the same as that of the little witch. She was holding the little witch's small mirror in her hand, and she was looking in the mirror happily.

But unlike the little witch, Faceless's little robe was clean and beautiful, and the little leather shoes on his feet were also oiled. Her eyes are bright and lively, and her little mouth always pouts subconsciously when she speaks, which makes her even more adorable.

The most outstanding thing about the whole face is the small mouth.

Nikita looked away.

"Why are you here?" she continued to ask the shabby 'Zhu Zhu'.

"Looking for...Mom...and, Dad." The little witch stared at the bowl of green drink and took another small sip of saliva. Her fingers turned white due to uneasiness and exertion.

Nikita took the bark bowl from Zugol's claw and put it into the little witch's hand.

The green liquid in the bowl swayed slightly, exuding an alluring smell. A few strands of messy long hair fell down one side of the little witch's face, almost falling into the bowl.

"Drink slowly."

The banshee patted the little witch's head comfortingly, spread her fingers to comb her hair, and tucked the few fallen hairs behind her ears. At the same time, she repeated the previous question: "Do you remember...why you came here?" Here?"

Although it is the same sentence before and after, the meaning of the words is subtly 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 enlightened.

The Zuko, who had been lying quietly at 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 or wrong, but with the dignity of each tribe.

Nikita glanced at Zugo on the ground, a flash of red in his pupils.

Zu Ge, who was protesting for the dignity of the tribe, died under the red light without saying a word. Immediately, several strong Zuge rushed in, dragged the corpse of the deceased, and retreated.

The whole process is snappy and quiet.

The elders of each tribe immediately sent new sacrificers to offer new tributes.

The same oak bark bowl with the green-green juice.

"Who is your father?" The banshee turned back somewhat boredly and continued chatting with the little witch, as if she had just crushed a buzzing mosquito to death.

"Dad...it's...dad." Zhu Zhu sipped the green juice in the bark bowl and answered in a low voice. The rich magic power nourished her body along with the bowl of tribute. Her face gradually became more rosy, and her eyes became a little more alert.

Then she finally noticed the succubus' eyes.

"You... have red eyes?!" The little witch's eyes showed a bit of uneasiness, and there was also a struggling expression on her face: "Red eyes, that's not good."

Nikita smiled softly and touched her head again.

"Just stay alive," she repeated this sentence gently: "It doesn't matter what color your eyes are, just stay alive... Did you know that there is a kind of monarch shadow grass in Crede's Glen? Its flower name is The lily of the valley. The Zitl people 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 fruits... Although the fruits grown in the darkness are poisonous, they are still a fruit after all. Beautiful, real fruit.”

"So it doesn't matter what color your eyes are."

"Just stay alive."

Although Zhu Zhu's complexion improved a lot after drinking the bowl of blue-green concoction, she never really recovered after all. She couldn't fully understand the banshee's words, which were full of metaphors and connotations.

So she listened a little confused.

The only thing she understood was that the beautiful elder sister in front of her told her not to care about red eyes, as there were good things about red eyes. It’s good to live.

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