Witch Special

In the end, Lin Zhenxi chose a magic to keep the body clean and stuffed it into the last leaf of the four-leaf clover. She hated Beladir's dirty and smelly appearance at the beginning. Since she would have to deal with Beladir in the future, she naturally didn't want the person she was talking to to have a bad smell.

After sealing all four magics into the leaves of the four-leaf clover, a beautiful green four-leaf clover-shaped hair accessory was completed. Lin Zhenxi felt that Belladir's long, fiery red hair, which seemed to be burning, was very beautiful, but lacked a little decoration, so she made the magic four-leaf clover into a hair accessory and pinned it directly to her hair.

After completing the final shape of this exquisite magic prop, Lin Zhenxi infused enough magic power into the central pistil to keep it running for a very long time, and then sealed it up as a whole.

Then she grabbed the four-leaf clover hair accessory on the table and walked out of her little room.

Belladir was still sitting in her chair, seemingly lost in thought. She hadn't even considered leaving her chair. She'd never seen anything around her before, but she suppressed her curiosity and sat there obediently, unmoving, because she didn't know if Lin Zhenxi would allow her to move freely.

When she saw Lin Zhenxi reappear, her eyes were obviously relaxed. She had just been thrown here by Lin Zhenxi and had no idea what to do next. At this time, she was actually very panicked.

Lin Zhenxi didn't waste any time and directly pushed her newly made four-leaf clover hair ornament in front of Beladir. When Beladir's eyes were fixed on this beautiful little gadget, she said, "This is a communication device. As long as you carry it with you, I can keep in touch with you at any time."

"I made it into a hair accessory because I think your hair is beautiful, but pure fiery red is a bit too monotonous, so I added some green to change it up a bit."

"Is this... for me?" Beladil still hadn't reached out to take it. Instead, he asked Lin Zhenxi with a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

Lin Zhenxi had a pretty good idea of ​​Belladir's personality. She was like a slow-moving cow. If you left her alone, she'd stay put for ages, refusing to move forward. To deal with someone like that, you had to push her along, or even give her a good kick. Otherwise, she wouldn't get anything done.

Anyway, Lin Zhenxi is feeling quite irritated right now. Precisely because she's a woman, she's annoyed by this kind of timid personality that doesn't even dare to reach out for something when it's right in front of you. Be brave, sister. Be more proactive, sister. You're just like those maids in the old society who lived in deep mansions, brainwashed and oppressed to the point of having completely lost their own subjective opinions. You're a person, not a decoration!

Well, the Alien Clan, although not human, can be considered an intelligent individual that can be called a human. Let’s not discuss here whether it is appropriate to call Belladir a “human” or not. Anyway, this is what I mean.

So Lin Zhenxi simply grabbed the four-leaf clover hair accessory on the table, walked to Beladir's side, picked up a strand of her fiery red hair next to her temples, and pinned the four-leaf clover-shaped hair accessory on that strand of hair.

The moment she touched Beladir's hair, Lin Zhenxi felt her palms getting hot, but it wasn't a burning sensation, but a kind of... how to put it, it was like she was pinching a hose with a medium flowing inside, but what was flowing inside was not water, but a very active magic fire element.

No wonder Belladil's hair is such a vibrant crimson. It turns out, just like Lin Zhenxi's, it also contains magical circuits. However, Lin Zhenxi's magic is fully integrated, so her hair is bright purple when activated. Belladil, on the other hand, only uses fire magic, so her hair is filled with fire magic, hence the fiery red color.

So that's how it is... No wonder the cat-orcs that Lin Zhenxi met in the main world also claimed to be from the Alien Tribe, but they didn't have Belladir's bright hair.

Not to mention the hair, according to Beladir's own description, the common characteristic of the Alien-Faced People should be that their skin is redder than that of other Orcs, but Lin Zhenxi did not find this in those Alien-Faced People who traveled through time. They looked no different from the Orcs in the Orc Canyon.

It seems that during the world transfer process, some of their characteristics related to the alien race were stripped away.

Realizing this, Lin Zhenxi suddenly became interested in the Alien Tribe. Could such a primitive and weak Alien Tribe possess something that pertained to the unique rules of this world?

The legend passed down from generation to generation, that transcendent beings can be born among the alien race, might not really be something their ancestors made up.

Lin Zhenxi's thoughts were turning quickly. She calmly pinned the four-leaf clover hair accessory, then casually summoned a water mirror to show Beladil what she looked like wearing the hair accessory.

Beladir looked at his delicate and clean self in the mirror and was stunned for a moment.

She just knew that Lin Zhenxi washed her in a very rough way, and she really didn't think that she could be washed so clean.

To be honest, she has never been as clean as she is now since she was born.

Her fellow Orcs had praised the three sisters' beauty, and even Gragool, the great black tiger, had taken a fancy to her at first sight. But she herself had never seen her own appearance so closely and clearly. You know, the Orcs couldn't make mirrors. At best, they could use water to reflect their appearance, but the water here was murky, so how could they see anything clearly?

In short, looking at her own appearance in the water mirror, Belladir felt so touched that she could hardly express it in words. She stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes turned red, and small pearls as big as beans began to emerge from her eyes.

"Uh... why are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Lin Zhenxi thought that the Alien Clan had some strange habit of dying after looking in the mirror, and she was so scared that she quickly took away the water mirror.

It was at this moment that Belladir realized that she was crying. She let out an "ah" and then wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hairy hand while apologizing.

After wiping away her tears, Beladir seemed to have made up her mind. She jumped down from the chair, stood in the open space next to the table, and then...

She fell backwards right in front of Lin Zhenxi, lay on the ground, stretched her limbs, and showed her belly to Lin Zhenxi.

Lin Zhenxi:?

"Please, Lin Zhenxi, I want this magic to cleanse me. I'll do anything you ask me to do!" Beladir lay on the ground, slightly raised his head, looked at Lin Zhenxi over the two small bumps on his chest, and said, "It is really important to us. My people need it very much."

Lin Zhenxi looked at Beladil's wiggling belly with a slightly disdainful expression. She finally understood that Beladil was showing her his belly. It was said that in the world of beasts, showing a belly was a sign of submission, meaning I offer you my most vulnerable part, you can do whatever you want with me.

But Lin Zhenxi is not a beast, and she hopes that Beladil is not either, because she is now treating Beladil as a person with whom she can communicate. She is treating herself as a beast, and who can stand it?

Lin Zhenxi could understand Beladir's thinking a little better. After all, if given a choice, who would want to live in a huge mountain of garbage? The piled-up mechanical waste here would leak oil and other substances, not only polluting the groundwater but also evaporating into the air, polluting the air.

The Alien Tribe must have realized long ago that the decline of their race was directly related to the environmental pollution caused by the garbage mountain, but they were trapped in the Time Square and could not go anywhere. They could only endure and watch their fellow tribesmen die painfully in the pollution without being able to do anything.

If there is a kind of magic that can make people clean, then even if the environment is still polluted, it will definitely greatly improve the health of the aliens. Maybe many of Belladir's compatriots can live longer.

In the face of the interests of this race, Beladir was even willing to give up everything she had. Considering her personality, she must have made a great determination when doing this.

Isn't this also possible...

"Alright, I promise. As long as we take down the Fang Mercenaries, I'll help you improve your living conditions here. I'll make sure you all live in beautiful houses and have clean drinking water. I'll also help you cultivate land for crops, giving you a stable food source. As long as you don't disturb me mining those magical ores, I can give you all of these."

"Really?" Beladil bent his legs and arched his body as if he was doing a sit-up, trying to stretch his neck, and leaned his head to ask Lin Zhenxi.

"Really, really...really, your pursuits are not worth mentioning at all to me. As long as you don't bother me in the future, I can give you all these." Lin Zhenxi said a little impatiently. She was a little annoyed by Beladil's always "honest but fake" questions. Isn't it enough to ask once? She has already shown her sincerity enough.

"Oh." Beladil got Lin Zhenxi's new assurance and happily got up from the ground. Without even shaking off the dirt on his body, he asked Lin Zhenxi a new soul-searching question.

"Lin Zhenxi, what are crops?"