Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

The time to return was set for the next day, but on that day, Miaomiao inexplicably felt that Donald seemed to be worried.

I even asked her several times whether Miaomiao would miss home after leaving.

Of course this is nonsense. How can anyone not miss home?

After getting Miaomiao's exact statement and letting Miaomiao know that he was worried, Donahue was really ready to carry out his plan.

In fact, he discovered an astonishing secret when he first came into contact with magic.

That is, he seemed to be born with a magical physique, and many magic spells came to him easily without any need to think at all.

Just one spell is enough for him to master it.

But he won't tell anyone about this.

After all, the witches out there have all achieved their current success after years or even decades of hard work.

Night fell again, and the little princess finally fell asleep under his magic.

A golden light flashed from Donahue's fingertips in the darkness.

He let out a soft click of his tongue. This was a magic trick he didn't want to do but had to do, just to outperform a certain transvestite named Robert.

However, he knew that if he did something he didn't want to do, he would want more sincerity from Miaomiao.

Donahue couldn't help it, the golden light on his fingertips disappeared, and he kissed the little princess' lips like a big dog, until he saw her lips turn from pink to bright red, then he restrained himself and stopped kissing her.

What he needs to do now is to create a space gate that can directly connect the Tang Kingdom and the Naxi Kingdom.

This spell is extremely difficult for any wizard to perform.

Even if it violates the normal consciousness of this world, it will naturally suffer certain backlash.

Donahue deliberately and roughly scratched a bloody mark on his arm, and at the same time removed the sleeping magic for the little princess.

Watching his blood slowly fly from his arm to the golden dots that were beginning to shine, and gradually draw the shape of a gate, Donahue knew that this magic would definitely succeed.

The smell of blood quickly spread throughout the room.

The continuous light and smell of blood quickly woke Miaomiao up from her sleep.

She sat up confusedly, only to find that not far away, Donahue was awake in the middle of the night, casting magic...

The surrounding space even distorted for a moment, and the man who was casting magic, illuminated by the magic halo, could be clearly seen to have a pale face and no trace of blood in his mouth.

It seems like the losses are very serious.

Miaomiao got out of bed and looked at the scene, feeling a little worried.

But I also know that some magic cannot be broken at the critical moment, otherwise all efforts will be in vain.

In the novel she was reading, there was a plot where a man was casting a spell and was interrupted by someone opening the door.

Then the man vomited three liters of blood and collapsed on the spot.

Therefore, the only thing Miaomiao can do now is to help with the funeral if Donahue faints or dies.

It’s not that Miaomiao is indifferent, but no one would be in a good mood if they were woken up late at night.

After Donahue knew that the little princess had woken up, his face became even paler.

His weakness now was half real and half feigned.

The entire magic process and bloodletting process seemed long, but in fact it only took four or five minutes.

Finally, after the entire room was covered in a brightness bright enough to burn the eyes for a few seconds, darkness fell again.

Immediately afterwards, Miaomiao saw a golden gate appear in front of Donahue.

The entire door was closed at this time, but in the darkness, there was still a bright light flickering around the crack of the door.

Donahue staggered to the ground and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you okay?"

Miaomiao stood up, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and helped the weak man up.

Not to mention, the other person's pale and weak face at this time made Miaomiao feel inexplicably better.

Maybe I was too strong before, and I always felt like a thug in a suit.

Now this fragile little white flower, which looked like it would faint if pushed, has become much safer.

Miaomiao's eyes were filled with joy, which was seen by the weak Donahue who was about to pretend to faint. So, what was she happy about?

Are you happy that you are dying?

As he thought about it, his chest, which hadn't hurt that much before, was pierced by an arrow, and the five-point injury became eight-point...

"Hey, are you okay? Why are you vomiting blood again?"

Miaomiao hadn't realized that she wasn't managing her facial expressions well enough. She was supporting the weak Donahue, and she really couldn't move.

The blood that the other person had just spit out also dyed his lips red, and even the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood.

Apart from the light flickering in the crack of the door and the color of the moonlight in the sky, the room was really dim.

Miaomiao couldn't see Donald's face clearly, but she couldn't help but grab the man's collar and wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"..."

After wiping, seeing that the man didn't say anything, Miaomiao felt a little itchy again.

"I'm fine."

Seeing the little girl eager to try, Donahue felt his chest hurt even more for some reason.

But at least he knew that his little princess, apart from having some feelings for her parents, would really avoid him whenever possible.

Since I was determined to get close to her, I naturally had to bear the consequences of the girl not liking me.

"I'm fine, did I scare you?"

Finally he sighed, he was not a good person, and he was doing it on purpose.

What's there to be sad about? What he wants is companionship for the rest of his life.

"I'm a little scared indeed. Why are you thinking of practicing witchcraft so late at night?"

Miaomiao was curious. She didn't think the other person was a bad person, but she did not understand what he was going to do.

"I just think about it and feel sorry for you."

When Donahue said this, he coughed twice, still looking very weak. Miaomiao had originally wanted to put him on the bed and leave, but he stopped coughing.

"Thank you for holding me up. I'm sorry, but I'm not in a good condition to move at the moment.

I continued...

Your father loves you very much and even offered to exchange half of the Naxi land for our engagement.

He was frightened by your disappearance before."

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Donahue thought that if he lost his little princess, he would also go crazy.

Although I don't want to sympathize, but when I say this, I unexpectedly get involved in this kind of emotion.

Miaomiao didn't say anything, but her mood was unexpectedly heavy.

"I can also see that you miss your parents very much. The two countries are indeed quite far apart.

So, I made this door in front of you, but it slightly violated the original power of magic, so it backfired severely.

Every week, this door can be transformed into a mirror, allowing you to talk to your parents. There is also one day every month when you can pass through it back and forth.

The time is 12 hours.

Sorry, that’s all I can do.”