Chapter 2495 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (15)

Char: No, it’s definitely not going to be sold. Patrols will be watching you if you sell this kind of thing, and skin care products are already full, even the poor can buy them in small shops that are used to them.

So if she doesn't have a special channel.

Just by selling things on the street.

Not only can't sell it.

He might even be arrested and locked up in a prison.

And a prison cell is hell for a girl.

After the little witch finished talking to herself, she said energetically, "Then I'm going to make the potion, you should bask in the sun first, and I'll tell you a story when I'm done."

I'm afraid that the vegetative people will be bored.

She tried her best to be patient and considerate, and promised to serve him submissively.

Compared with other planes that are dying or living.

Apart from working harder as a nanny, this plane is simply paradise.

Xia Ya sat on the chair, extremely quiet.

Previously, he could always see the little witch in his sight.

But after she changed her position, she could only see the sunlight outside the window.

He didn't feel anything at first.

After all, I could still hear the little witch's footsteps running around.

There is also the sound of material being destroyed.

Occasionally I can still see the corner of her tattered robe,

So it's still fun.

But this voice gradually disappeared.

First the footsteps disappeared.

The little witch should be sitting at a table, trying to use incomparably crappy methods to make unsalable beauty water.

So stop walking.

But the sound of making the potion also slowly stopped.

No sound either.

In an empty room, there is one voice missing.

It turned out to be so quiet.

Xiaya sat indifferently, as if he didn't care.

He used to be able to stay in the barren land alone for a year without feeling anything.

Badlands, save for the occasional storm.

Basically, there are no creatures and no sounds.

That place drives a lot of people crazy.

He felt fine.

He never liked boisterousness, and the little witch is better off without a voice.

He likes to be quiet.

The sun was fading away and it was getting dark.

There were no candles lit in the house.

The black room is even colder.

Shouldn't the little witch come over and push the chair for him?

After all, there is no sun.

Moreover, no matter how much she saves money, she also knows that she needs to light oil lamps when it gets dark.

Never afraid of the dark, the restless Duke Rose looked at the window coldly.

Nothing will happen.

After all, it is not uncommon for people to be poisoned to death when making potions.

Thinking of this, Xiaya's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and then his eyes regained their strength.

The lazy and sloppy eyelids finally lifted up little by little.

The hazy gray-purple pupils were now saturated with a stunning light.

Clear and cool, replacing the lifeless haze.

The slender eyelashes lifted up like butterfly wings.

The power of the dragon clan is still competing with his power.

But he digested some, at least his eyes moved with strength.

Shaar struggled to move his eyeballs, but found that his head did not turn and his vision was limited.

Only a corner of the dilapidated table can be seen.

There was no sign of the little witch.

There was a slight expression change on Xia Ya's overly delicate face.

It's not easy for him.

Every time you move, you are drawing your own limited magic power.

He pursed his lips with difficulty, and moved his fingers accordingly.

Like a temptation, he suppressed the power of the dragon clan and used some of his own power.

The sharp pain penetrated his bones.

It made his muscles tremble a little.

Xiaya took a slow breath, fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

His honey-colored hair sticks to his forehead, and his fair face has a few traces of tired blush.