Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

"A Tang!"

Even though he knew that the natal spiritual fire would not cause any harm to the owner's body, Bai Heng still couldn't help but scream out.

"Master, I'm fine."

The flames engulfed Chitang's entire body. It didn't obey any discipline and could stay quietly in a corner without any sense of existence when coexisting with him.

But when he finds out that he is being completely controlled, he immediately becomes irritable.

Chitang felt an extremely burning sensation all over his body, and the burning pain penetrated deep into his veins.

Although it was painful, she could also feel abundant strength flowing through her body.

Chitang closed his eyes and used all his willpower to resist it.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Chitang finally completely subdued his innate spiritual fire that had been aroused to its wildness.

She smiled, opened her eyes, and proudly showed off to Bai Heng:

"Master, look."

She raised her palm, where a ball of orange-red flame leaped upward.

It is now very well-behaved and completely obeys Chitang's wishes, changing into any form according to her ideas.

The fact that he was able to fully master the spiritual fire the first time he learned to summon it was enough to prove that Chitang was extremely talented and had great endurance.

Bai Heng should have been proud of her and should have congratulated her or given her gentle encouragement.

But he was silent for a long time, with worry flashing in his eyes, and said.

"Atang, take a look."

A mirror appeared in mid-air and flew straight towards Chitang.

Chitang was puzzled, so he took the mirror and checked the scene in it.

This is just an ordinary mirror. Apart from looking at your own appearance through it, it has no other special function.

In the mirror, my fair cheeks turned pitch black, as if it had come out of a stove in the mortal world, and even my facial features could not be seen clearly.

It doesn't really matter, as I can just perform a cleansing spell to restore it to normal.

In fact, because of the good results she had gained from today's training, even this dark appearance of hers could be seen as somewhat cute.

Chitang wanted to say that his master was making a fuss out of nothing and was about to return the mirror when he raised his eyes and suddenly noticed a strand of hair hanging down from his forehead.

The upper half of the hair was still fine, but the lower part was all curled up and without a trace of luster.

She stretched out her hand and just as she touched the strand of hair, the curled part broke into pieces and turned into powder and floated away.

Chitang bit her lip and turned the mirror left and right, checking for other abnormalities on her body while touching her hair with her hands.

"Swish."

The burnt, dry and brittle hair was touched by a hand and it voluntarily separated from its companions and fell to the ground.

She had waist-length hair, and now the longest part only barely reached her shoulders.

The rest of her body was uneven, as if it had been gnawed by a dog. Even if her face was washed, revealing her originally superior and delicate features, she still didn't look as beautiful as before.

At this moment, she suddenly realized more clearly how excessive what she had done to Ah He when she was a child was.

At that time, at least Ah He didn't attach so much importance to real feathers.

Chitang is now at the age when she loves beauty. Looking at herself like this, her heart is pounding and she cannot accept it at all.

The spiritual fire danced in her palms, and another kind of blazing flame appeared in her eyes.

The active spiritual fire seemed to sense the "dead" (wanting it to die) gaze of its master, and its arrogance was gradually extinguished.

The flame that was originally one foot high is now less than a finger long, and the strong orange-red color begins to turn transparent.

With a puff, the finger-long flame was compressed to the point where it was almost invisible.

It sank into her body from her palm.

No matter how Chitang tried to force and summon it, it was like dead, without any sound.

Chitang didn't know how to describe his feelings for a moment.

The spiritual fire has developed some spirituality, that is certain.

This spirituality may not be enough to make it intelligent, but it can enable it to recognize current affairs and know how to better "bully the weak and fear the strong."

Otherwise, why did it choose hair alone?

It’s because the others are not easy to mess with.

For example, the clothes she wore were all made from the finest spiritual treasures selected by her master.

It can be regarded as a beautiful dress, or as a spiritual weapon with defensive capabilities.

If the spiritual fire wanted to burn some of her clothes to show that it was not to be trifled with, it would probably have to use all its strength to end up with a lose-lose situation.

In this case, both sides suffer losses, or both it and the clothes suffer losses, and Chitang has no effect.

Maybe she could take this opportunity to easily subdue it.

Or, choose to burn the skin on her body.

But Linghuo and Chitang have a symbiotic relationship, and if you hurt her, you won't benefit either.

There is no need to fight, the outcome will be a lose-lose situation.

Hair is different. By controlling the strength, it is possible to cause some damage to Chitang without causing any harm to its survival.

Its spirituality is naturally a good thing for Chitang, who has already gained full control over it.

But unfortunately, the things it caused were quite troublesome.

If the hair damage is caused by something else, Chitang can use his magical powers to restore it.

The spiritual fire comes from within oneself, so there is no shortcut to quickly restore the hair to its previous state.

The only way she could get back to normal was to wait.

She didn't know how long this wait would take.

Chitang was a little girl who loved beauty, and she absolutely could not tolerate staring at such an ugly appearance in front of others.

In an instant, her excitement disappeared.

She looked up at Bai Heng, her eyes filled with confusion and grievance, and shouted softly:

"Master——"

Bai Heng walked forward, touched Chi Tang's head, and comforted her:

"Atang, it's okay, your hair will grow back."

"But it's so ugly..."

Once Chitang was comforted by the gentle voice, she couldn't stop crying and sobbed as she spoke.

"Master has a way."

Bai Heng had a pair of scissors in his hand. He lowered his brows and began to concentrate on trimming Chi Tang's hair.

Since he started taking care of Chitang, he has done almost all kinds of tedious and delicate work, and trimming the messy hair is just a piece of cake.

After finishing, he cast a spell, and the cut hair and the stains on Chitang's face were blown away by the invisible wind.

There were more red ribbons in his hands, and his ten fingers were holding the ribbons and flexibly twisting them in Chitang's hair.

Not long after, a clever girl with two flower buds on her hair appeared in the mirror.

Bai Heng carefully tied the silk ribbons on each flower bud for her, smiling gently and pointing at the mirror in front of him.

"Look, Master's Atang looks good no matter what."

Chitang followed the direction of Bai Heng's finger and looked at himself in the mirror.

This hairstyle was the one Bai Heng had done for her when she was a child, and it still looks good now.

Her mood had improved a lot, but when she thought of another thing, she became even more depressed.