She Is Not a Witch Chapter 58: Mountain rain? Road?/a>
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It's raining.
Lorraine Hill sits by the window sill, hands on the table, chin resting on his arm, watching the rain falling from the sky. The drenching raindrops fell on the stone slabs, splashing water flowers.
The sky outside the window is not very bright, but it is not too dark. Sometimes some raindrops blow into the house along the wind, sprinkle on the painted surface of the table, and fall on the girl’s exposed arms, bringing bursts of coolness. Tactile.
There was a sound of running water in the courtyard under the attic. The clear rainwater flowed on the stone slabs, gathered in the drains on both sides of the courtyard, and then rushed towards the exit of the wall root with the fallen leaves.
Lorraine Hill did not study or read today. This is not because she has been tired recently, nor is she tired, but she just wants to rest.
The white and slender fingers swept across the window sill, making Lorrain Hill feel a cool moistness. The wet dewdrops on those windowsills gathered under the sliding of the fingers to form a larger dewdrop, and then an irregular piece of water.
For ordinary things, a faint happiness drifted through her heart. Then he leaned his head on his arm and watched the dewdrops on the fingertips collide with each other and gather together.
The water dew converges at the fingertips, then it rolls down from the window sill and falls into the courtyard slab below. Together with many water droplets, it splashes small puddles, and then mixes with the clear rainwater and flows to the distance.
I didn't think of anything in my mind, just listening to the sound of the rain flowing, made people feel a touch of peace.
Actually, for many ordinary people, there is no such dramatic ups and downs in life, but more of this real and ordinary daily life.
Everyone spends this familiar time slowly, and occasionally finds one or two gleaming stones on the side of the road. This is the little fun in life.
The sound of raindrops was still heard on the roof tiles, and then they flowed down the grooves, forming small raindrops that shrank and fell into the fresh rain and breeze.
In the room in the attic, Lorrain Hill leaned on the table and entered a quiet nap, occasionally one or two drops of water fell on the back of the snow-white hand, and then slipped along the fingers, forming a small on the table and fingertips The bridge is moist and cool.
On the wooden frame in the room, the two birds are also leaning against each other, with their feet tucked in their feathers, resting quietly. They only move their beaks occasionally and blink a few times, seeming to dream of something delicious.
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After choosing the sequence of practice, Lorraine Hill has gradually entered a stable life and rest. On weekdays, he will attend classes according to the arrangements within the faction. After class, he will confront several other familiar companions in the grove-lined open space. Practice, and occasionally listen to some gossip and talk about interesting things that have happened to the disciples recently.
In the eyes of many people, the Necromancer sequence is a sequence that does not do good deeds. Because the practitioners in the past like to do things like planing tombs and manipulating corpses in order to pursue fast and powerful, and this really makes it difficult for many ordinary people to accept.
However, with the recent practice, in the eyes of the girl, this sequence is not all bad.
When judging whether something is alive, it depends on whether it will die.
The stone does not die, so it cannot be called life.
Then what life is, it depends on the standard of its death.
Should it be called life just because the body is alive? Maybe not. For some intelligent creatures, it depends on whether its spirit is alive.
The concept of spiritual death may be a little strange, but there is a saying that many people have heard of, that is, ‘sorrow is greater than death’.
The human spirit is not infinitely strong, but it can also be injured. These injuries come from suppression, bullying, oppression, framing, despair, and so on.
When the scar is shallow, the spirit can slowly heal itself over time, forget it, and return to its original state.
But when the injury is deep and touches the root, it may leave a shadow, or it may become a life-long pain that cannot be relieved.
And when the scars accumulate and have nowhere to release, and finally overwhelm everything, it will cause a collapse and make people go to a dark end. At this time, perhaps it can be called spiritual death.
In contrast to the angel sequence which symbolizes stability, protection, and healing, the Necro sequence explores the process of withering, the formation of spiritual and soul trauma, and the final destination and end of life.
The corpse was transformed, but a small part of the branch was nothing, but this branch developed so well that it concealed several other aspects.
The first thing to solve the problem is to recognize the existence of this problem, otherwise everything will be impossible to talk about.
As Lorrainhill's understanding and practice of the Necro Sequence deepened, she also gradually discovered the little secrets in her body.
My soul is not the same as ordinary people. After waking up from her sleep one day, the girl sat on the bedside thinking so.
She looked at her hair, the ends of which seemed to be dyed with a faint silver color, scattered on the white nightdress.
The soul of ordinary people is like a fragile cloud. If it is impacted with a fierce and extraordinary force, it will dissipate, resulting in amnesia or death.
The extraordinary will be tougher, like a sponge, with a certain degree of resilience, and closer contact, which can resist some damage.
And her body is like a clear jelly, or like a transparent wind, randomly connected and scattered, and then gathered again, as if not affected by the impact.
Unfolding the palm of the soft quilt, Lorrain Hill looked at the palm of his hand. The translucent light particles floated up in the palm of the palm, and gathered like clouds to form small transparent waves, which turned into a breeze and dissipated. Then these translucent particles aggregated together to form a transparent gem like glass, refracting sunlight, and sprinkling a gradual color spectrum on the quilt.
Is this the power of the Necro Sequence? It's really magical, as if the extension of the soul, let people see another brand new world.
Lorraine Hill slowly realized the magic power of the hand heart. It seemed to incorporate some of the characteristics of his own soul, which was different from the magic power of other sequences.
Flick your fingers lightly, and these transparent water mist light particles also sway, transforming into a picture scroll in the front. The picture scroll depicts a night of fireworks blooming, which is the winter festival party of Emenas. I sat with a few familiar friends and watched the scene of the bright moon and the starry sky.
Letis, Bumansha, Alina, Niya, Eidolon, Vimiya, Lily, familiar figures smiled and laughed at her side, noisy, talking about recent interesting and happy things .
I miss those people a bit, Lorrain Hill muttered in his heart.
Then the picture changed again, and a sleeping girl appeared in the picture scroll.
She has long hair, the color of which is crimson like a flame, scattered on her side and between her collarbone. After opening her eyes, she has a pure and dependent look in her pupils.
Where did Keti go? The girl recalled the scenery in her memory, but it was a pity that Keti seemed to be sleeping in the college until the part she could remember.
Don't worry about this silly fellow, she is a sequence 9 flame witch, much better than herself.
Swinging her head to cheer herself up, and the hair in front of her shook, Lorrain Hill got off the bed and opened the closet on the side~IndoMTL.com~ to look for the clothes to wear today.
Since I have been promoted to the rank 3 of the undead, it is time to ask about the follow-up practice classics.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, Lorrain Hill looked at the bright bronze mirror, rolled up the long hair behind his head, tied the light blue ribbon that Le Felica gave her, and tied it into a simple bow. Put down the hair, and land on Jiao's waist.
Today she is wearing a blue and black dress, the main body is quiet black, and the sleeves, skirt, and waist belt are soothing soft blue.
Soft blue: Through ‘knead blue’ and ‘no blue’, the stems and leaves of Polygonum vulgare are dyed materials, and the result of soaking and kneading is "knead blue".
(The mountains are moving and blue in the light rain.——Huang Tingjian "One of the Five Songs from the Predecessors of Li Caifu and Kuaifu")
In the Feather School, there are disciples who wear Western-style dresses. It is not uncommon, but it is rare for Lorraine Hill to wear such a fit. And this dress was sewn by herself in her spare time.
Thanks to Lefelica's teaching, Lorrain Hill learned how to dye, so that he can make clothes more in line with his wishes.
Standing up and reloading, looked in the mirror again, and after taking care of it, Lorrain Hill walked downstairs.
Today she is going to see Master Lianyin to ask about the follow-up classics and matters.
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