"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud noise came from upstairs. The people in the guild looked at each other and then at the wine glasses in their hands.
"Probably that girl is going crazy again."
"Alas, she's a poor thing..."
"Forget it, forget it. Let's drink, drink..."
As soon as Jolian came out of Ms. Vercill's room, she heard the noise. When she turned around, she found that Wumulian was really obediently staying in place.
"It's terrifying! You heard that, Qiao!" The pink - haired girl hugged Jolian's arm and trembled as she spoke.
"What?"
"The noise! Such a big commotion was made by Fu Xinyue!"
As she spoke, Wumulian suddenly bowed in that direction and muttered:
"Red - haired shorty, although I don't like what you said, considering that you've also been tortured by her... well... Eat and drink well, and have a good journey?"
"You're exaggerating too much..." Jolian's eyes twitched slightly. At this time, that woman came out of the room.
"Lian~ You're so good~"
After standing still beside the two, Fu Xinyue looked at the pink - haired girl with a shy face. The sweat on her neck slid down the slime into the abyss. People who didn't know might think the two were chatting about post - coital sweet talk?
"I feel a bit redundant... I'll go first!"
Jolian readily sold out her teammate and went back to her room to play with her weapon - like wife. After all, she's an outsider to this 'gay' situation~
Wumulian: "Qiao! Big brother! Don't leave me!"
Yimansha, who had just returned from a commission, hadn't even entered the door when she saw a red light flying towards her.
Almost without thinking, she instinctively kicked it out.
Im,
The shrill scream was earth - shattering. Zuomeng, who had just been ravaged, rushed straight into the bushes at the door again.
"What on earth is going on! Wuwuwu~"
"Hmm, Zuomeng?" Realizing this, Yimansha quickly walked over.
But how should one describe the other person's appearance now...
Miserable? That's too mild. Dreadful? It still doesn't quite capture it.
"When did you come back? And how did you get yourself into such a state?"
"Don't mention it. It's all tears when I talk about it. Wuwu~"
Zuomeng pitifully changed out of the clothes that were full of holes beaten by the spiked club:
"Damn brats! Crazy woman! And that Jolian! Just you all wait until my magic power recovers! If I don't whip you all to death, my surname isn't Zuo!"
"???"
"What did you just say?" Yimansha looked at her meaningfully.
"Take revenge! They bullied me as soon as I got back to the guild! That Jolian actually talked to me while squatting! That brat even attacked me! And the most infuriating thing is that the crazy woman took sides!"
Zuomeng said indignantly, completely unaware of Yimansha's eager little hands:
"You just said you'd wait until your magic power recovers? So you don't have magic power now?"
"Yes... Hmm! What are you up to, you cold - hearted person! I..."
Poor little Meng didn't even finish her words before she was frozen into a huge ice sculpture by little Shasha.
Yimansha looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction and dragged her luggage back to the guild.
Little Meng: "I'm so mad! Are you even human!"
"Someone come and save me!"
Jolian was in her room, working on the final touches of the Rite of Huaji.
But she just couldn't calm down. Her mind was full of what Ms. Vercill had said just now.
"How much does she actually know?"
"Is the Law of Ying'eduoshi a kind of power? What's its use?"
Jolian looked at her right hand. At that time, she had wanted to touch someone's head?
Then... what about touching my own head?
Hmm... This idea is kind of stupid...
After all, the lady told me not to use this power on the guild members. This power should be very dangerous, right?
"Dong dong~" There was a knock on the door outside.
"Come in!"
Jolian put down the materials in her hands. Yimansha pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing that she was busy, she said apologetically, "I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
"No, no." Jolian looked at the weapon - making progress that hadn't moved at all and scratched her head a little sheepishly at what she said.
"Encountered difficulties?" Apparently, Yimansha got the wrong idea and walked straight towards the workbench.
"Giant - scale variable - filling magic array?" She bent down to look at the subsequent design drawings of the Rite of Huaji. Although it wasn't the first time, she was still amazed by the strange ideas in the former's mind.
"Um..." Hearing her mention this term, Jolian immediately gave up her position to her. This was also the place where her train of thought got stuck before the commission:
"I want to engrave this magic array on the second form (giant - sword form)."
"But it always fails. The Rite of Huaji can't grow as big as planned, and there will also be incompatibility issues, making the first form unable to pop out from the armor?"
"This..." Yimansha also picked up the previous few drawings of hers and pondered while looking at the series circuits on them.
"I think it should be because you used [Harmonious Fusion] in the design of the first form..."
Before long, Yimansha spotted the problem. She picked up the quill pen beside her and made modifications on the side.
But as soon as she made two strokes, she felt that her back was hit by two lumps of slime.
"What? Hurry up and say it?"
Because of the limited space of the alchemy workbench, in order to see clearly, Jolian propped her hands on the edges of the table on both sides of the other person's body, and leaned over in a condescending manner.
"Um..." Yimansha held the quill pen tightly. The slightly warm breath on her neck immediately made her face flush.
"The [Harmonious Fusion] of your second form should be connected in series to the initial form, not the first form. Otherwise, when engraving a new magic array, there will be a cross - flow reaction..."
Yimansha lowered her body, trying to get rid of the weight on her back, but who knew that when she lowered, Jolian also lowered?
In the end, she was directly pressed onto the alchemy workbench? This is just outrageous!
"So that's how it is! Yimansha, thank you so mu... uh..." Jolian seemed to have just come back to her senses from the other person's explanation, but the strange position of the two of them left her stunned.
Who am I? Where am I?
Is this person who is pressed under me like a little wife Yimansha, the Ice Empress?
"Ahem, can you get off me?"
Yimansha said in a calm tone. If only her ears, neck and face were a little less red, I would have believed it!
"Uh... I said I didn't mean to. Do you believe me?" Jolian got up and stood aside, scratching her head a little awkwardly.
Alas... It's all the fault of the weapon 'wife'...
"Um." Yimansha nodded and simply tidied up her slightly wrinkled clothes.
"I actually came here this time to ask you something?"
"Oh? What is it?"
Jolian looked at Yimansha who had returned to normal and opened her mouth.
This face - changing speed...
No wonder she's the Ice Empress. I just got up, and your face isn't red anymore. You can even discuss things as if nothing happened... This is an advantage I should learn.
"Do you still have an impression of the name Leah?"
"Leah..." Jolian frowned and thought back. "Lian and I seem to have seen half of a... letter of apology written to him in the ancient castle?"