【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

At night, under the silver light, a little away from the residential area.

I vaguely remember the conversation between Qin Annan and his wife before leaving.

By then, the man had already changed into soft pajamas made of thin down.

He looked nervous, his brows slightly furrowed: "You go out alone late at night..." The unfinished words were almost written on his face.

The woman was wearing a brightly colored cotton nightgown, her laughter still boisterous. "Hey, Brother Nan, just let him go! Haven't we all been through this since we were little? What's there for a grown man to be afraid of? Even with superpowers, how can he not come back?"

The man's lips moved, and there was still a hint of struggle in his eyes. The woman continued to smile, patted his back with her palm, and pushed him back into the house.

The man looked back at me before entering the house, with a helpless smile on his face.

Be safe. If you need help, just use your laptop. I'm always here.

The white furry ears still swayed in the wind. Bai Zhi's clothing was still inappropriate. The reason was simple: I didn't have the shell money that circulated on this planet, and even if I stuffed Bai Zhi into my clothes, I would still look like a beggar in a state of rags. Even though those clothes were not particularly cheap.

He carries his small weapons and sticks like treasures, never leaving them, but rarely out of sight. I've dreamed of this before. I want to see his specific abilities.

The man broke off a branch about the length of his arm and the thickness of four fingers. The branch stirred the surrounding air, stirring up a ripple of wind. The sound of it breaking through the air was crisp and clear, and it seemed to draw a bright red trail through the air, like the huge red ribbons flying in the sky during a lion dance, like tiny silver-gray spots of light scattered across the night sky.

The man was also a little surprised at his own performance. His ears twitched and his eyes sparkled.

In fact, whenever he touched his beloved weapon, his eyes would sparkle like this. It was like this on his pretentiously serious face when he was young, and it's still the same on his face now, with a hint of shyness that only men can have. The only difference is that the little adult often called the original owner of this body "Hey," "Kid," with a stern face. But now, the man lowers his head and shyly calls me, his current wife, "My wife."

In fact, the difference between the wife and the contract master is just a tone of voice. I was thinking randomly in my heart with a laugh.

I'm not sure about the orc training style, just like I'm not sure about the combat plants in this world.

I released the three flower buds that I had fed different "biochemical weapons" to, in fact, I felt a little guilty...

The changes seen in the test groups of the lowest-grade plant nutrient and the lowest-grade general nutrient were essentially the same. The bud, once a cute pendant perched on a shoulder, now plays a cameo role on a bench. Almost reaching knee height, the bud remains encased in its dark green outermost bracts, with no hint of a gap. It swayed gracefully in the night breeze, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, transforming from a cute little creature into a squat, stocky one.

As for the experimental group with unstable liquid medicine, it is hard to describe their expressions... The leaves, roots, and bracts, some of them look like pickled vegetables in a jar, wilted and wrinkled, while some of them look like dead leaves on branches, so dry and thin that there is almost no moisture, and it seems that if a little force is applied, they will be crushed into pieces by passers-by like fallen autumn leaves.

This is probably a rollover...