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"Is it destruction?!" Xiao Ting demanded, as if she wanted to uproot the entire place!
"I know." Jiang Kehan spoke after a brief silence. She closed her eyes and raised her hands, and flames connected with the sky.
"So we will change all of this!"
The raging fire is never the work of one person, but rather the resolute one who crawls out of the ashes with a ferocious face, venting his resentment.
The flames seemed to want to wipe everything away, leaving only the beauty of the past.
Chapter 231 Witch's Fairy Tale
The former garbage dump, along with the nearby casino, had been transformed into a crimson wasteland, with a light dust drifting down, obscuring the view of the group.
They no longer looked up into the distance, but simply gazed quietly at their surroundings.
Xiao Ting finally smiled, put her hands in her pockets, and said leisurely.
"Kehan, do you know what the eternal fairy tale in witch stories is?"
Jiang Kehan looked at the other person curiously. As a transformation witch, she had never really paid attention to these details.
"What is it?" She tilted her head, but the magic in her hands did not stop.
"It's about redemption and change." Xiao Ting reached out and grabbed the ashes in front of her, which, driven by magic, became nourishment for new life and gently fell away.
"We never dwell on the past, nor are we trapped in tragedy; we only look to the future in this moment."
"This is a fairy tale that belongs only to witches, a fairy tale called redemption."
Jiang Kehan watched as the tender grass and new butterflies gradually sprouted in the firelight under the influence of her magic, and couldn't help but stretch out her finger, waiting for the butterflies to land.
"Redemption? That's a really good core idea."
The relentless fire swept away the darkness and tears, while the falling ashes and blessings reshaped the entire wasteland. The grass and trees stretched out their limbs freely, as if unveiling a brand new chapter in the story.
Jiang Kehan felt inexplicably healed. Looking at the falling butterfly between her fingers, she felt her original, unvented anger gradually turning into a solidified crystal, still burning, but no longer turbulent.
She encountered the witch's regrets for the first time, and also understood the meaning of redemption for the first time.
Even powerful witches have their own regrets and helplessness. Sometimes they feel lonely and question themselves, but only after the night grows cool will they hold high their torches and move forward resolutely.
Even if what lies ahead is bottomless darkness.
Like this, Jiang Kehan tossed the butterfly between her fingers into the sky, and then her eyes shone with a magical color.
The sheer amount of magic of the witch is vividly displayed here, with a town rising up close to nature, and a special circus at its center.
There seemed to be a roar echoing throughout the world, and the firelight abruptly disappeared after reaching its peak.
Ya Rou slowly led the children and adults down, looking at the two pretentious people with annoyance.
"Can't you two just shut up for a second? You think you can act all high and mighty just because you have enough magic power?"
To be honest, Ya Rou felt jealous. Looking at these two perverts, she felt a little envious for the first time.
With such power, the combined strength of the two of them is probably close to that of a normal witch. This is truly... outrageous!
Xiao Ting chuckled awkwardly, her face turning pale and then bluish, clearly showing that she was genuinely faking it.
"How can you call it pretense? It's just to give them a better home."
The heretical witch needs to release her power again after concentrating it, even with some interest, so Xiao Ting couldn't help but hold her waist and smack her lips.
She looked at the brand-new town before her, her expression unexpectedly gentle.
Jiang Kehan looked much better than Xiao Ting, after all, her magic power was real and there were almost no negative consequences.
"I'm going to wake them up now. Remember to smile." She looked at Ya Rou, smiled shyly, and reminded her.
"Okay." Ya Rou rolled her eyes at Jiang Kehan slightly, then smiled warmly and took the hand of a little girl next to her.
These children are true warriors and deserve better.
She secretly used the magic of the Weaving faction to add something to the adults' thoughts, such as an inseparable love.
As the children gradually woke up, Jiang Kehan and the others prepared to leave secretly, leaving only the robot behind.
They couldn't help but glance back at the robot surrounded by jubilant children, and a smile crept onto their lips.
After the robot regained consciousness, it looked around at the crowd with a blank expression. The adults looked at it apologetically and even began to atone for their sins.
It was merely searching hastily for heroes to change everything, but in the end, it found nothing.
The robot clenched its fists, constantly reminding itself not to cry during such a joyful time, but it just wanted to cry.
Until it saw the note in its hand: "You have a heart too, you've had one since the beginning, so please embrace others as much as you like—your engineer, Little Bear Kehan."
"Do I have a heart too?" the robot murmured, tears wetting its hands and the note. Then it looked at its hands in disbelief.
"Look, look! The leader has turned into a beautiful girl!" The children cheered with surprise. They were not frightened because this was their beloved robot leader!
Only the robot was sobbing uncontrollably, crying like a child.
……
"By the way, what was the robot's name again?" Ya Rou casually kicked away a pebble on the road and asked Jiang Kehan.
"Ah, this?" Jiang Kehan looked behind her, and a gentle breeze carrying laughter reached her ears.
"It doesn't really matter what it's called; what matters is that it has always loved others."
"Yes." Ya Rou's eyes held a hint of worry. She tapped her heart and murmured, "Do you love me?"
Jiang Kehan actually knew the robot's name. She recalled the name that appeared when she was adjusting the robot's data, and her lips twitched.
The image of Pinocchio is too abstract; it's better to just pretend you don't know it.
"You're back?" Princess White Horse waved to them, looking at them with some surprise.
"So, you're the ones who brought about these earth-shaking changes? I'm starting to believe you're heroes sent by heaven."
Louis the Headless Horseman tapped the White Horse Princess on the head; she was sitting on the skeleton horse and was exactly the same height as the White Horse Princess.
Do you think they're scammers?
Princess Baima looked up at the sky with a serious expression.
"After all, stories of people being tricked into running naked are so widespread that we have to be careful."
You could actually elaborate on this... Jiang Kehan stared at Bai Ma Ji curiously. Out of her academic interest, she really wanted to hear how this story would be modified.
After all, the little girl selling ricochets has come out, so it's obviously worth investigating further!
"Don't teach the children bad habits." Although she didn't know how Louis could tell his complexion from his dark hair, Jiang Kehan could still tell that his face seemed even darker.
Louis adjusted his skeletal horse and addressed the group.
"Now that the road to Pearl Sea has been cleared, let's set off."
"Okay!" Jiang Kehan nodded; she couldn't wait to finish the story.
Xiao Ting shrugged and jumped onto the cargo. Only Ya Rou was still murmuring repeatedly, looking into the distance with uncontrollable worry.
"Am I... truly ready to be loved?"
Chapter 232 Please Love Yourself More
The road to Pearl Sea was peculiar. The sky gradually turned deep blue, and bubbles even began to rise from the ground. Unknown ghosts curiously hid behind them, watching the group.
But the lighting here wasn't good, and it was even a bit chilly; only Louis said he felt comfortable.
"Could there really be ghosts here?" White Horse Princess couldn't help but yawn. Her large body felt a little cold. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked around.
Jiang Kehan scratched her head, unsure whether she should tell Bai Ma Ji that several ghostly creatures were already clinging to her.
These ghostly spheres look a bit like drifting jellyfish, and are even somewhat cute, without any aggressive behavior.
"Is this the path that the dying take?" Ya Rou asked, looking at the somewhat comical scene.
"It actually has its own unique charm." She casually pushed away a ghostly ball that had climbed onto the cargo and smiled helplessly.
Louis nodded in approval... She chose to remove her head, then tossed it onto the cargo and chatted with Ya Rou, seemingly oblivious to what she was using to see where she was going.
"The souls here are pure, without resentment, like newborn babies."
“Perhaps I will choose to settle down here after I retire,” Louis said with some emotion.
"There really are ghosts, right!" Princess White Horse said with a bitter face, patting her back and complaining.
"Louis, could you take a look at me? I feel like I'm not very clean, like someone is breathing on me."
"Actually, it's not just one person. Let me count." Louis looked at White Horse Princess with ill intent and deliberately counted slowly.
“One, two, three… there are six ghost dumplings in total. I didn’t realize you were so popular.” Louis’s smile gradually froze, because she realized she didn’t have a single ghost dumpling on her.
This made her feel frustrated in some strange ways, and she hummed softly, "You should be secretly happy."
"What's there to be happy about? She's not some mafia princess." White Horse Princess sighed softly, her face expressionless.
"But since you've said they're pure souls, I don't care anymore. Let them lie there."
As a noble knight and princess, she was quite magnanimous.
While chatting, Jiang Kehan secretly leaned closer to Ya Rou and asked, "You seem to have something on your mind. Can you tell me?"
Ya Rou pouted and said, "Let's talk about it~ Si Qi 罒 Wu Liu." She was about to tease Jiang Ke Han, but when she saw Jiang Ke Han's sincere eyes, she suddenly gave up.
Who do you think you are, asking such a private question so casually... That's what she originally wanted to say, but her inner unease made her need someone to comfort her.
So, Ya Rou shrank back and spoke with some confusion.
"I just don't know if I can accept sincerity."
Huh? Jiang Kehan's eyes darted around, she never expected that the other person was troubled by this.
In her mind, witches who were skilled in the magic weaving faction were all yandere, possessive, or crazy, but what they were best at was manipulating other people's minds.
It could even be described as manipulation.
For example, the ninth-level spell of the Weaving Faction, Silk World, turns the entire world into a puppet in the witch's hands, or even makes it a part of the witch.
Although it is somewhat abstract, Transfiguration actually belongs to the magic weaving school, since controlling oneself is also a form of control.
"Why are you troubled by this?" Jiang Kehan asked curiously. "Xiao Ting clearly cares about you a lot, doesn't she?"
Ya Rou shook her head and slowly spoke as she looked at Xiao Ting, who was chatting animatedly with Louis.
"We were just people who were in the same trench, so we were just people who huddled together for warmth. When it's time to leave, we won't look back."