Quick Wear: My hair changed color, and I became stronger

Xiao Jin, who was eavesdropping outside the door, clenched his fists with an unpleasant expression. His father actually wanted Brother Xi to take a magic potion. The side effects of that magic potion were extremely terrible. It was all because of that damned Demon King. If it weren't for her...

At night, Bai Zhenxi hesitated at the door and didn't dare to push it open.

Chi Li, of course, heard the noise at the door. She watched for a moment with amusement, then cleared her throat and called out, "Which little mermaid is lingering at the door?"

Bai Zhenxi's body trembled. He took a deep breath and pretended to be calm as he pushed open the door. "I'm not a mermaid, I'm a water elf." His voice was cold but with some pride.

"Little elf, why are you hesitating? Are you afraid that I will swallow you?" Chi Li's eyes were full of affection, and her eyes were full of teasing. She deliberately stretched out the word "eat", which was indescribably seductive.

"Do you still want to eat people?!" Bai Zhenxi's heart was beating like thunder, and he walked towards her with a red face. He tried to keep his voice calm, but he could not hide his nervousness. Wherever Chi Li's eyes touched, it seemed that flames were burning.

Seeing this, Chi Li let out a sweet giggle and suddenly threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Bai Zhenxi hadn't expected her to do this at all, and his body reacted instinctively, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. He felt a warm sensation in his ears as she whispered, "I love cute and charming little elves like you, Chi!"

This sudden intimate contact made Bai Zhenxi's heart pound and his breathing became rapid. He remembered the night dominated by Chi Li and his lower abdomen tightened.

Chi Li saw all the changes in his body, and she smiled like a cunning little fox.

It was a hot and long night, and the Demon King had a great time.

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"Master Wizard?"

The wizard standing by the jar was doing his best to purify the water lotus when someone shouted in a timid voice.

The wizard looked up, and the purple magic light on his hand disappeared instantly. He said sternly, "What are you doing? You disturb me at this critical moment. If you delay the Demon King's good fortune, you will suffer the consequences."

The girl with the light yellow fishtail was Xiao Jin's maid. She shrank back a bit after being yelled at, but remembering the young lady's instructions, she mustered up the courage to say, "Master Wizard, the clan leader is looking for you."

"Chief? Strange?" The wizard looked at the maid with suspicion.

It’s no wonder the wizard is suspicious. In the past, whenever the patriarch wanted to see him for something, he would come here alone and never let him go to the main hall.

The maid's body trembled and she lowered her head, not daring to look at the wizard.

The wizard suddenly felt relieved and dispelled his doubts. This maid was so timid that she would not dare to lie to him.

After seeing the wizard and the maid leave together, Xiao Jin, who was hiding not far from the wooden passage, curled up a determined smile. It seemed that the useless magic of this cowardly maid was still somewhat useful. However, that was all it was useful for. The psychological suggestion of having no offensive power was too ridiculous. Xiao Jin sneered at this.

She suppressed her disgust and walked through the mottled wooden passage. As soon as she entered the room, Xiao Jin's eyes fell on the light pink lotus.

"Why does it smell like blood?" Xiao Jin frowned and covered his nose.

As long as this disgusting flower is destroyed, that shameless bastard Demon King will never be able to recover his magic power. If she spreads the news that the Demon King has no magic, this useless guy will be killed by her enemies as soon as he leaves the water tribe.

Xiao Jin didn't know that she didn't need to take this step at all. He Lili and her human lover, who were far away in the ancient castle, had already spread the news that the Demon King had lost his magic throughout the city.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and her eyes stared coldly at the delicate pink flower. She gently raised the corners of her lips, as if she was plotting some hidden plan in her mind.

Then, Xiao Jin whispered a mysterious spell, and as her fingers danced, a powerful airflow rose from her hands, like a surging torrent, rushing straight towards the fragile flower.

However, at the moment when the white airflow touched the flower, something unexpected happened - a layer of dazzling blue spells suddenly appeared on the surface of the flower. These spells were like agile elves, quickly gathering into sharp water blades, shooting towards Xiao Jin at lightning speed.

Xiao Jin was clearly caught off guard by this sudden attack. Her eyes widened in shock, but it was too late to react. Instantly, the water blade struck her abdomen fiercely, causing her to let out a shrill scream in agony.

Xiao Jin's face turned extremely hideous, and her body fell backward uncontrollably, eventually falling heavily to the ground. She clutched the injured part tightly, groaning in pain, cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

"That's Brother Xi's..."

Before she could finish her sad words, she fainted from the rush of blood.

In the main hall, the patriarch was drinking. This was the only way for him to relieve his depression in the long years, but today this pot of wine was not to dispel his sorrow, but to celebrate the bright future of the aquatic tribe. As long as they lifted the seal and left the seabed, they could return to normal.

"Are you looking for me?" the wizard asked unhappily as he pushed open the door.

He stared at the patriarch, and the meaning was very clear: you actually asked me to make such a trip, you better have something important to tell me.

The patriarch was drunk, his old face was flushed, and he looked at the person at the door with cloudy eyes.

After looking for a while and not recognizing who it was, he stood up and staggered down the stairs.

As the patriarch advanced, the wizard retreated in disgust. He shouted, "Stop! Stop moving!"

The patriarch stopped in a daze, his eyes still wandering, "Who are you?" he asked with a thick tongue.

"I am... I am..." The wizard didn't say two "Is" at once.

The patriarch started walking forward again. He had to see clearly who was playing tricks in front of him.

The wizard was going crazy. He didn't know what the patriarch was up to. The smell of alcohol was getting stronger and stronger. He was forced into a corner and shouted: "I am your brother, okay? Stop..."

The chief, who thought he would stop after getting the answer, was stunned for a few seconds. When he came to his senses, tears flowed from the corners of his wrinkled eyes. His pace quickened again. He knelt at the wizard's feet and hugged his legs.

"Giegie..." The patriarch was still lisping due to the alcohol.

The sobbing gradually turned into wailing, and the chief's tears and snot were smeared on the wizard's pants.