Chapter 86: Something that stimulates breathing?

The underground space is just a storage room for the witch to keep her things; her real living area is on the forest floor.

The brown wooden house is curled up among the golden shadows of the trees. The wisteria that grows luxuriantly goes up along the eaves, building a natural shelter on the roof. The windows embedded in the wooden house are glowing with colorful light. From a distance, it looks like a candy house in a fairy tale.

It seems that Miss Witch really likes colorful things.

After stopping the conflict from happening further, Shen Shuang looked at the two people who were about to fight and slowed down her voice: "It's really just a misunderstanding."

The witch standing to her left leaned over and whispered stealthily, "He looks like a difficult person to get along with. Let's break up quickly."

The god standing on her right twitched his ears and snorted coldly.

Chen Shuang: What about the best friend who advised breaking up and the angry boyfriend.

Fortunately, this strange atmosphere eased when we arrived at the cabin.

The magic seal on the wooden door slowly turned, and then with a "click", the door was opened.

The witch called out, "Come in, come in!"

Chen Shuang looked into the house.

The space inside is much larger than it looks from the outside, and it seems that some kind of space-based folding magic has been added.

Invited by the black cat to sit on the soft sofa, Chen Shuang looked at the busy witch coming in and out and said, "Don't worry, we will leave soon."

The witch poked her head out: "Don't worry, don't worry, try the tea I made first."

She held the tray and enthusiastically placed various scented teas in front of Chen Shuang. Finally, she glanced at him, raised her chin, hummed softly, and placed a glass of water in front of him.

The god glanced at the boiled water on the table and rolled his eyes in the dark.

Chen Shuang suppressed her laughter and took a sip of tea. The sweet taste filled her taste buds and she exclaimed, "It's very delicious."

"Is that so?" the witch was very happy. She pulled out a large bag of scented tea leaves from somewhere and stuffed it all at Chen Shuang. "It's not easy to come here. Take this back and enjoy it slowly."

"And this."

The witch mysteriously took out a box and opened it under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, revealing the green...

Head?

Chen Shuang's pupils shrank slightly.

It looks very strange. At first glance, it looks like a round cabbage, but if you look closely, you can see that it has blurred facial features, which is very scary.

The witch patted the green head and muttered, "How did it become like this? It's so scary."

She explained: "Don't be afraid, this plant likes to imitate its surroundings. Last time, it turned into a centipede, which made me laugh for nothing."

Chen Shuang: Wait, are you happy for nothing because it’s not a real centipede?

"It doesn't matter," the witch agreed. "They all taste the same."

She took out a small hammer from somewhere, raised her arm, and smashed it directly on the top of the round cabbage.

"Bang!"

Bright red juice splashed everywhere. The witch smashed the cabbage open and searched inside. "Found it!"

She took out the candy inside, and then her hand covered with red juice was handed to her. She asked, "It's very sweet. Do you want to eat it?"

Chen Shuang lowered her gaze and glanced at the juice that was an eerie red.

I don’t know whether I should wonder why candies can grow in cabbages, or be shocked by the witch’s extraordinary psychological endurance.

She slowly shook her head and declined, "I don't like sweets."

"It looks a bit strange, doesn't it?" The witch threw a candy into her mouth and chewed it while speaking: "This kind of fruit is like this. Although it looks strange, it tastes really good."

"That's right."

She took out a small transparent bottle from her bottles and jars, shook it left and right, and the golden light spots at the bottom of the bottle gradually spread to the entire bottle.

"These are forest particles that can activate plants."

The witch said, "It will change the appearance of plants, just like this candy vegetable, but it is harmless to the plants. The most important thing is that it can directly double the strength of the plants."

She handed it over: "This is a gift from the forest, for you!"

Chen Shuang glanced at the bloody turnip again and saw the witch's eyes shining with anticipation. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and took the small bottle.

"Thank you," she said with difficulty, "I will cherish it."

Although the side effects are a bit scary, the overall effect is pretty good.

The witch warned, "Remember to use it when you get back. It will expire if you leave it too long."

Chen Shuang nodded seriously: "Definitely."

Great, it can still expire.

I locked it in the warehouse when I got back.

To prevent the witch from having to demonstrate live, Chen Shuang quickly skipped over the topic: "The contract we just talked about."

"You said this."

The witch took out the contract scroll and continued to persuade him, "Why don't you reconsider it? It's really a very good deal. There is no astrologer more fair than me..."

"I promise."

The witch paused in her long speech of persuasion and suddenly became quiet.

When she realized what she heard, she suddenly smiled widely and pounced on him with her arms open.

"Great! I knew you had a keen eye for detail, a keen eye for finding the right thing," the witch exclaimed, ecstatically. "I knew doing business with integrity would be rewarded!"

“Crack—”

Chen Shuang, who was being hugged by the witch, looked to the side and saw that the teacup next to the god was crushed and turned into powder and scattered all over the floor.

Noticing the priest's gaze, the god slowly explained, "My hand slipped."

Chen Shuang: If she remembered correctly, the cup was made of stone.

The witch also heard the sound. She turned around while holding Chen Shuang and saw that her treasured teacup was crushed. She raised her eyebrows and said, "There's no point in being envious."

"How come no one is holding him?" the witch said deliberately, "I really want to know who is left without a hold."

The god took the gilded teacup in front of Chen Shuang, picked it up and drank the remaining tea, and then with a "crack", the second teacup also announced the end of life.

He lowered his long eyelashes, shook off the powder in his hands, and looked up at Chen Shuang innocently: "My hand slipped again."

*

Still couldn't fight.

Shen Shuang was led out by the hand of God, and he did not let go until he left the range of the wooden house.

God opened his eyes and looked at her: "You just disappeared suddenly, I was really scared."

In short, my boss was like a piece of taffy that stuck to me all the way out, and any random question I asked would turn into a scene of melancholy and silent tears.

Chen Shuang: The art of tea really depends on sudden enlightenment.

The witch who was leading the way made two "tsk tsk" sounds. Although she didn't say a word, it seemed like she said a lot.

"We're here," the witch on her broom stopped. "This is the border of the Duskwood. You can get out by crossing the boundary marker."

"I've also signed the contract, in duplicate. Remember to keep it safe."

The witch tossed over a contract scroll and unloaded a few bags of forest specialties from her broom, handing them over, listing them off like the back of her hand. "There's dried lizard, spider eggs, butterfly pupae..."

"Thanks."

Chen Shuang took the bottles and jars with a stiff expression.

Seeing the person across from her accept this special gift, the witch suddenly felt delighted. "You are the first person I have ever seen who accepted this gift so readily, Your Excellency Chen Shuang. I look forward to meeting you next time."

Chen Shuang: This thing was actually given to more than one person.

The witch asked, "Why don't you open the scroll and take a look?"

The ancient and heavy contract scroll was in her hand. She slowly unfolded it, and the blank signature part generated the real name of the signatory as her mind thought.

The ink marks of the two words "Chen Shuang" gradually took shape on the right side, and the witch's name had already been signed on the left side.

Chen Shuang's eyes widened slightly.

"I am Witch No. 1."

A light voice sounded beside my ear: "Or you can call me by my real name."

The final ink was added, and the real names of both parties to the transaction were signed.

The names of witches are not the long and complicated names of people in the Middle Ages, but rather short names, even so short that it is a little unexpected.

【Yun Ying】

The witch who had lived in Duskwood for a long time finally took off her hood.

After the obstructing shadow faded away, a rather young face was exposed under the golden shadow of the trees.

A pure oriental face.

The slightly curly hair lay gently in front of her body, and her dark pupils were full of tranquility.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled, breaking the maturity in her eyes: "My name is Yunying."

"Goodbye, fellow villager."

The fairy-tale-like scene before my eyes quickly folded and faded away, like a piece of cardboard being put into a cabinet by its owner. The scenery on both sides quickly receded until the outsider who had mistakenly entered the cardboard was moved behind the boundary marker.

Shinto: "It feels different."

Although there was still a golden twilight forest ahead, the atmosphere was completely different from before. If the forest just now was filled with mystical particles, the forest ahead was now just a forest.

Chen Shuang put everything in her hands back into her backpack and said to Shen, "We should go back."

God: “Yes.”

He pretended to naturally hold the hand of his own priest, and after walking a few steps, he casually mentioned: "Just now, she hugged me, but I didn't."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen felt his neck being pulled down, and his whole body suddenly lowered a bit. Then he felt a warm breath approaching instantly, one hand around his shoulders, and the other around his waist.

The priest's light and helpless voice sounded right beside my ear, and the hot air he exhaled gently smoked the side of my neck, causing the muscles in my back to tighten suddenly.

She said, "Is this okay?"

The god nodded randomly, feeling the hand on his shoulder free to rub the top of his head, and his own priest blurted out, "Good dog."

god:"?"

Chen Shuang: I let it slip.

Before he could ask, the human priest's hand was immediately withdrawn, leaving the god feeling somewhat unsatisfied. He leaned closer, his eyes slightly reddened, and said, "I'm very good. Touch me again."

Chen Shuang: It’s a foul.

Unable to resist the temptation, the priest curled his fingers a few times, then followed his heart and rubbed the smooth, slightly curly black hair.

The god didn't try to hide his emotions at all as he rubbed along her palm, even his breath becoming hotter.

Brow bones, corners of eyes, corners of lips, Adam's apple.

When the fingers brushed lightly, ripples appeared all over the surface, until a layer of bright red appeared that was visible to the naked eye.

God's voice was a little hoarse, and his words seemed to be contained in spring water.

He whispered, "...Priest."

Chen Shuang's eyes darkened: "Let's talk about it when we get back."

*

[Currently, the reputation in [Duskwood Area] has reached Revered]

[Congratulations, your current faction stability value has increased by +10,000]

You have completed 2/3 of the [Human World] map. Please proceed to the next area as soon as possible.

This time the description is very accurate.

[Next area: Church of Light]

The system kept making ding-dong sounds, but Chen Shuang probably didn't have the time to pay attention to it now.

The breath that had just escaped was blocked again, and then the next round of battle for oxygen began.

In the fight.

In fighting.

In hibernation.

The hot breath sprayed on the skin, causing a tingling sensation in the spirit, and the god instinctively let the breath resist and entangle.

"you……"

His face flushed as he buried his head in the priest's neck, his chest heaving violently. He said in a hoarse voice, "Can you call me... that name again?"

Chen Shuang turned over, her black hair spread out and fell on the god's chest. She leaned over and whispered in his ear: "You still have the mood to say anything else now."

She whispered, "Do you want something more exciting?"