【Zhou Fumei】The Immortal Witch and the Child She Picked Up

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The Witch's Cabin can walk.Except for the land plants in the garden, everything else followed Mephisto.If it weren't for this medicinal field full of exotic flowers and herbs, Faust would have thought that the witch would be a dream, and he was just a child who woke up from a dream that no one wanted.

Without the magic power of Mephisto, sunlight, squirrels, and rabbits began to visit here, more than half of the herbs that were afraid of light died, and some left screamed and gradually lost their lives.The spider's web as thick as cotton was scorched by the sun, and the mud pit where the scorpion took shade was dried out.Some of the Guards of Thorns were left behind, too old and stupid to grow thorns, and Faust asked the Briars for permission to sit on them.

Leaving someone you love is exhausting.

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The people cheered to flatten the medicine land where the witch was bulldozed, and toasted to scare away the witch with only her prestige.

His cheeks felt cold.

Snow.It seemed that it was snowing the day Mephisto picked it up.At that time, he couldn't see clearly, and the Black Death had already blinded his eyes.Decomposing corpses will generate heat, and the pile of dead people is not cold, but very wet and sticky.A gust of cold wind blew into his side, he thought he was going to die, maybe an angel flapped his wings to pick him up.

Mephisto is prettier than snowflakes.At that time, the witch who looked like an indomitable witch, her dark cloak was shining with satin luster. Since the Black Death spread, there have been no stars above the village. It turns out that the starlight has condensed into this guy in front of her.

A passing mouse violently interrupts Faust's memory, digs out the root of rosemary and walks away.

In fact, planting tomatoes was just an excuse. He planted a rose for Mephisto, a red rose that would be as red as a dove's toe if it bloomed.He wanted to give Mephisto a surprise, but he didn't wait for the surprise to take root.

He tore open the brocade covering the fence, and the rose was still alive, or because Mephisto left, the rose was revived by the sun, trembling and spitting out a flower bud.

A very small rose, as if knowing that it will not live long, regardless of its yellow leaves and limp branches, hurriedly squeezed out this flower bud with the nutrition of the whole body.

It was night, and the snow was falling more and more. Faust moved some branches and tied them into chairs, and sat on the upper wind to shield Rose from the wind and snow.Of course there is no point in doing so, but Faust cannot just watch the rose die.

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The witch lay angrily on the bed that was too big for both of them, rubbing her swollen eyes and talking to herself.

"It doesn't matter, I don't feel bad at all."

"It may be three to five hundred years after I wake up from sleep, and he would have died by then."

"Hmph, he has been removed from my world."

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.Obviously, the right to life and death belongs to the great witch, why is this little bastard not wanting him?Self-righteous, what is he!

So hot.I used to sleep with something cold in my arms.Mephisto vented his anger on the thick quilt, and with a snap of his fingers he used blue flames to turn the thing into ashes, but it was cold without covering anything, he hadn’t tidied the box yet, so he could only pick up the magic cloak from the hanger, which was heavy covered.The little witch swarmed into a ball, shedding tears of grievance.

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The witch's first day without an assistant.

No one woke him up, he didn't wake up until noon, and he had to cook by himself, and it was already afternoon tea after lunch was ready.He threw half of the black tea left in the pot into the medicine pot and boiled it for half an hour. The smell was very strange, so he threw it all away.

Only then did he notice that he didn't even know what brand of black tea he liked to drink.He didn't seem to have given money to the children. Where did this tea come from?And, could it be possible that Faust stole the chocolates, strawberries, and holiday greeting cards for refreshments?No, no, the witch rubbed her head, the little snake is not such a child.With the mood of "I'm just going to throw his things away", the witch went to clean Faust's box.Several school uniforms gradually became unwearable from the size that Mephisto could wear.This one...is quite nice.Mephisto gestured at himself, then pushed it back angrily.Faust's cabinet was so neatly stacked that the lid wouldn't close when the crumpled clothes were stuffed back.Could it be that his things are stuffed into such a small box? ...It's not that there is no room at home, why didn't he tell me...

The witch is bored.He set the house on fire, sat on the bed and watched everything start to burn.Faust's clothes were burned, and underneath were his textbooks and notes—Mephisto's name on the yellowed pages.Probably accounting, and diary.

The witch couldn't breathe.It was too hot, it must be too hot, he extinguished the flames, squatted on the ground to watch.What's going on with these accounts... This kid writes poems for others?Still writing love letters?So many fairy tale books are really not in vain.Looking at these things, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, so he was so funny.

Realizing that she was laughing, the witch soured her eyes.

burn it.Burn them all.Mephisto raised his hand, the flames responded to the witch's call, and the pets and wood carvings in the house screamed and made a sharp noise.No matter how out of breath he won't stop, no matter how much his chest hurts, he won't stop—Mephisto finally admitted that his heart was about to break because of Faust's departure.

The raging fire dried up his tears.

In the burning explosion, the witch heard the thorn guard saying: "Something is coming." The witch rubbed her sore eyes, picked up her staff and went out to fight.

(30)

There is only one person on the other side.The witch was waiting at the door with her staff in her hand, wearing a cloak, and calling for the wind and snow.

Dare to capture the witch alone?ridiculous.The last time he was qualified to see him was the Rhone witch hunt team 100 years ago. Half of the people were crushed in the thorns, and the other half became the nourishment of the scorpions. They wailed in the yard for four or five days. After all, small bugs Eating is always slow.

The thorns caught the intruder.

Mephisto smiled.This is too weak.

The intruder was still struggling, the thorns tightened, and the witch was very sensitive to the smell of blood, so she sniffed the smell that pleased him.The green rattan was shaken violently, and the fishy-sweet smell in the air became stronger after shaking. "Hurry up! Tear him up! Bring the body parts here! Hurry up!" the witch shouted excitedly.

The thorn squirmed, and the strong smell of blood permeated the witch's nasal cavity. The thorn spit out a forearm that was dragging flesh and bone fragments. The pleasing picture made the witch sigh comfortably until she saw who the person in the thorn was.

The little snake he raised.

The witch's violent mood swings scared the thorns into the ground in a hurry, and the bloody human child was lying on the snow, with a bit of free breath, hissing, really like a snake.The finger-deep snow was watered by his gushing blood, and the cold also made his wound solidify as soon as possible.

No matter how hard the witch's voice was suppressed, she trembled: "What are you doing here?"

"..."

"Tch, have you died?" Mephisto pinched his leg, patiently not kneeling beside him to heal the child immediately.

"..." The cold wind blew his dry curly hair, the big boy coughed a few times, turned over, his bones were broken, and he couldn't stand up. "...Mephi...Ste...where are you?" Blood and minced meat covered his eyes, and the cold wind froze the meat again.Mephisto couldn't help taking a few steps back, his left hand holding the cane trembled.Is killing such a terrible thing? Is blood so bloody? Why is there so much blood in the human body? Why——

"You are...here, right?" Faust raised his head to the sound of creaking snow, squinting his bloody eyes, and Mephisto couldn't dodge like a stone statue.He never knew that hurting others would also cause him pain, but facing this blind and lame man who was dying, he had nowhere to escape.

"I'm sorry." It wasn't Faust's vocal cords that made the sound, but the trachea, and every sentence was blown away in the wind and snow. "There is a flower... I want to give you."

It was only then that Mephisto noticed that Faust was indeed holding something in the remaining hand, but basically there was only a pole left, which seemed to be a rose.

"What's the use of me asking for a rose, it won't kill even a mouse."

"Grown in your garden. Yes, roses can grow in Mephisto's garden."

"So what?! It's not that I can't afford it, so get out of here! Get out of my territory!! Come and leave as soon as you say, do you think this is your home?!" The witch turned to him roared.

"Grow up here, learn, help, I've always been here, here...is my home..."

This little bastard is bleeding and stupid, and his brain is broken.The witch scolded in her heart.

"...Witches die when they fall in love with people, and sooner or later I will die due to aging, disease, and accidents...I want to ask Mephisto,"

"Would you like to die of old age with me?"

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"Are you kidding!!" The witch stepped back step by step, and he was suddenly terrified. The guy in front of him was too ridiculous and self-righteous. "What are you! How dare you order me to give up my eternal lifespan...you, you—"

"I'm not ordering, but begging. I'm just a bad boy who fell in love with witches... I regretted leaving you only two days after I made up my mind, it's useless..." The crying of the human child overwhelmed his unfinished words.

The omniscient witch was at a loss.

Faust seldom shows emotion, and even less often he cries.When was the last time you saw him cry?Lost at school?Nightmare?

The witch pretended to be calm and cleared her throat, "I said, I will kill you when you come back, and I will do what I say." She put her palm on Faust's head.Faust was lying on his stomach, unable to see his expression, only heard him crying but smiling. "It was rejected."

It's so cold, and his body is so cold.What is this icicle, blood?I was shivering all the time, why there are wounds here, here too, here too!The witch's mind was in a mess, and he even hated why the thorns didn't directly crush him to save himself.Damn, hate...!

kill him.Kill him now.You still have a few million years of life, not bad for this little snake. In the future, there will be more interesting people and more exciting things—the witch ignited the flame in her palm but it went silent, and then ignited and extinguished it, sending out The magic of the seething sound was delayed.

The eyes regained their light again, and Mephisto covered them as soon as Faust raised his stiff neck.It was the same on the day when I was picked up and brought home. The light was diffuse in the darkness, and I couldn't see clearly. The warm witch's hand with the scent of medicine softly covered the blind eyes.The witch was trembling, the light leaked through his fingers, he grabbed the hat to cover his face, made a whimpering and angry sound, and the wet thing fell to the ground.

The witch's tears extinguished her own magic.

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