The night is long. It's so long that people can't describe it in any words, but the main reason is that it's dark and lonely, and Qing can't sleep. Sitting in the dark with his eyes open, the only light around him can be regarded as a slight spark in the oil drum. Just two hours ago, a piece of firewood had run out of firewood, and now in the middle of the night, only the sound of rain remains----

The Servant doesn't need to sleep, but if it's really short enough to need to sleep to ease the flow of mana, then it's just a fake sleep. Qing looked at the raindrops outside the window and lowered her eyes silently. Quietly listening to the sound of the rain gradually dimming, maybe there will be a good weather tomorrow. ----------

One night, a night of silence. When Qing opened his eyes, he spilled into the room from the window. However, due to the early winter season, there is no bird chirping. Turning his head to look at the woman lying on her back on the ground not far away, her resting posture was always so maverick. No matter when the sleeping appearance of the large font always makes Qing unable to associate delicate women, but his master really unites the two.

Supporting the wall, Qing stood up, and after a night of adaptation, the suppression of his divinity by those sharp cones in his body was reduced a lot. Qing knew that this was not because his own divinity had weakened, but because the straight hair of his body had the ability to protect the non-resistant divinity. Although this kind of self-adaptation or evolution is silent in Qing's body, it cannot be ruled out that this can be regarded as an inherent skill of Qing.

Slowly moving towards the window, it takes a lot less effort to move your steps. But the effect of a night of success is too small, Qing stands by the window sill with support, and the bright winter sun shines on Qing's body. ---- 'If only this kind of peaceful life could be postponed for a week'----

Qing then smiled self-deprecatingly, sarcastically saying that she would be so cowardly and longing for tranquility. I used to have my own mission, and now I haven't changed anything. The mission in my heart is to keep Qing's soul from being corrupted in remorse, and let power not be a tool for killing. But it is because of this that there is a desire for tranquility----

"Hmm~~!! Good morning~--" The voice of getting up came from behind. "Good morning, Master." Qing smiled and turned her head, looking at a snow painting with a confused expression. Qing stood in the warm morning sun with a faint smile, and the woman who was still in a daze suddenly froze in shock, and her hair, which was originally the first to be combed early in the morning, continued like a chicken nest, allowing time to pass.

"If what I see in front of me is real, then I prefer to believe that this is a glorified oil painting----- which only exists in dreams." A snow painting gradually came out of the sleepiness, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and hurriedly walked in front of Qing, before Qing could react, her hands pulled up Qing's cheeks!

Faced with this strange attack, Qing hurriedly slapped away the hands of the woman in front of him and quickly distanced himself from her! A wary look on a snow painting. "That's right! That touching smile is sinful! Caster。 So don't do this to me in the future, no matter what! I'm afraid my heart won't hold up. “

Qing sighed silently, put aside the Master who was still going to continue to be funny, tapped on her little brain, and returned to the original resting place by herself. "Master, my magic has been raised to the minimum standard of Lingji. If you don't have any problems, I ask for a foreign body peel now! ”

Qing solemnly looked directly at a snow painting, and the firmness in his eyes made a snow painting scratch his head at a loss. "Now? ---Isn't it a little too early, because I just woke up, and I'm afraid that there will be a leak in the supply of mana----"

Qing couldn't help but be stunned, but seeing the embarrassed appearance of a Yukie just waking up, Qing immediately nodded and agreed with the master's statement. Seeing Qing agree, a piece of snow painting breathed a sigh of relief, casually straightened her weed-like hair, pinched her pulse and walked in front of Qing.

"Because of my magic imprint, the flow of magic is much higher when I'm asleep than when I'm awake. So given the importance of this situation, I need to adjust the basic state. Please don't mind. A snow painting is extremely formulaic and stating the truth, although her current serious state is very unaccustomed to Qing, but this inexplicable calmness makes Qing feel at ease.

"Lingzi ripple, stable! Wavelength frequency, normal. Substrate operation, sluggishness----- general state, qualified! "A snow painting put down the hand holding the pulse, his face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, in any way, it was like a different person." Magic is not about having fun, but about interpreting the meaning of life. I guess that's the only answer for you, Caster. ”

"Huh? ---Oh. Qing nodded stunned, the woman in front of her became more and more incomprehensible, Qing looked at her silently, although there was no difference in appearance, but now she gave Qing a feeling of being extremely real, the real posture of a first-class magician-----

The magic of stability flows into Qing's body along the link of the causal line! Qing didn't have time to think about it, if he had to waste time now, he would be wasting the limited magic power in the human body in front of him! "Then I'll get started, Master."

Qing said, dismantling the clothes all over her body, her slender body was not strong at all, but she was not emaciated either. Using the magic accumulated overnight, the half-flesh magic blades condensed on the index and middle fingers. Qing didn't blink an eye, and waved his hand to cut the position of the left heart!

It was the heaviest wound in the body, directly touching the heart, and at the tip of that cone, it was just pierced on the core of the green spirit! Not only suppresses the flow of magic power in Qing's body, but also continues to suppress Qing's divinity at the root!

Carefully use the magic knife to knock out the cone! Every time a little bit of snow painting is removed, the magic power restored to Qing's heart is supplied, and the spiritual base continues to be stable. This is still an extremely close process, extremely consuming energy, and the pain coming from the deepest part of the body is extremely tormenting Qing's spirit!

Strings of sweat slid down Qing's pale face, but in order to prevent the excess liquid from dripping into the dissected chest cavity, Qing's sweat had to evaporate before the sweat subsided! One by one, the situation directly affects Qing's operation, the pain of the spirit body, the energy consumption, the imbalance of the spirit core, and the spirit base is close to collapse!

"Please stop! Caster。 Contract link near dissonance ------"