Ye Luoli: Go ask the magical tarot cards

Zina told Feiling about the idea of ​​building the Lingqi Tower. Feiling also found it novel and waved her hands, eager to join in.

The two walked into the forest, chatting with each other.

A tower may be a conceptual tower, but an idea cannot remain just a concept. We need to take action.

The forest in the fairyland was full of vitality. The two rescued a wounded rabbit and bandaged it. They caught a fallen bird's nest and found a newborn bird and put it back on the tree. The two birds flew in the forest as if to express their gratitude. The stranded fish by the stream returned to the water. Whether it was running on the ground, flying in the sky, or swimming in the water, the two provided help to the best of their ability.

Fei Ling never stopped laughing, and kept repeating what she saw and heard last night. She was too tired to enter the fairyland. They were like tireless machines with magic, repeating the actions of helping the creatures in the fairyland.

But for some reason, the forest seemed to be repeating itself. I could never walk through it, but it looked familiar. It was like being trapped in a ghost wall. The animals around me were still the same, and they were doing the same things they had done before.

Zina had a strong sense of déjà vu, she was doing the same thing over and over again, but Feiling was bandaging the rabbit without noticing. She enjoyed the whole process, cherished everything she felt and remembered the feeling of doing anything. Whether she fell from a tree and made her owner worry, or she wanted to drink the stream water but was stopped by her owner, she just felt that everything was so novel.

Once again calling out to Fei Ling who wanted to drink stream water, Zina reluctantly took out the bottle of mineral water given by the magician, unscrewed the bottle and handed it to Fei Ling, secretly thinking about something in her heart.

Ten portions of food, it's already the fifth night in Wonderland, and I still haven't found the source of magic. Do I really have to force a breakthrough?

Zina hesitated a little. Breaking the spell by force would definitely hurt the caster, but... she couldn't keep wasting time. With the lively Feiling and the repeated "first day", Zina couldn't stand it anymore. Magic could make sleep no longer a necessity, but mental fatigue was real, otherwise the Ye Luoli dolls would not sleep like humans. She sighed imperceptibly.

Because the card spirits are drawn from the human world, the concept of "today" belongs to the human world. After calculation, there are still 12 days before the next card spirit can be drawn. Do we have to ask for help from the guardian card spirit just because of this magical aura that we can sense?

Just as Zina was struggling, she heard a different sound, sobbing. Was someone crying?

Feiling, the enthusiastic baby, heard the crying, pulled Zina, and looked around anxiously.

"Master, Master, someone is crying, let's go check it out!"

"Okay, I'll always be with Fei Ling."

Zina said a little tiredly, then stood up, chased after Fei Ling who was running around, and grabbed Fei Ling who was about to fall into the lake.

"Be careful, and look at the road! It's good to be kind, but you also need to exercise moderation!"

Holding Feiling's hand, Zina walked in the opposite direction. Feiling's eyes were a strange pink. She looked at her master who was pulling her in the opposite direction anxiously, her eyes red.

Why don't you help the crying person? I clearly promised to help those in need. I just said that. Why do you want to break your promise? And you have to pretend to be tired. I don't have much time. Why should I be stopped from doing what I want to do?

Zina didn't know why Fei Ling stopped talking, but she was really tired and her eyelids were trembling.

She finally found the spellcaster and she really didn't want to miss it. It would be better if Fei Ling stopped making trouble. After dealing with that hateful guy, she could have a good sleep.

Thinking that she would be able to rest soon, Zina's mouth corners couldn't help but rise. This scene was full of mockery in Feiling's eyes.

"Fei Ling, you are just a fake doll. I, Zina, have the power of mysticism. I am the master of magic, and you are dispensable. What's more, you are so weak, no match for my guardian spirit, and you will die because of the mission entrusted by the store manager. Why are you still making trouble here?

You should live under a manhole cover, in a dark place. How about the Queen's Mirror Space? That is your eternal home! Go now~

Haha~ Go quickly~ Don't make trouble~!"

You are not the master, but who are you? Why do you know my secret? Who are you!

Zina felt that Fei Ling was not moving. She turned back in confusion and saw Fei Ling, who looked pale.

"Feiling? What's wrong with you?"

"Ah? It's okay, Master. I think I was a little unreasonable today. My heart hurts, my head hurts, and my body feels heavy."

"Are you too tired? That's right, you should rest too. Just wait for me here. I'll take care of some things and be back soon."

"Okay, master."

Zina told Fei Ling to have a good rest, and left without looking back. She was very tired. She was just a human girl, and the cost of overusing magic might be small for her, but it was not negligible.

Little by little, a drop of water can wear away a stone. After all, she is still that human girl of about 10 years old, who staggers with every step she walks, but no one can notice it.

Fei Ling was not feeling well either, as that "Qina" was following her like a shadow.

"Aren't you leaving yet? You've been abandoned, a man-made doll, go to where you belong! Hehe~"

"You...shut up...shut up!"

Feiling burst out with almost all her strength and ran in the direction of who she thought was Zina. She longed for the Zina she was familiar with.

But the direction is wrong. Feiling's efforts will only make the result and her desire never intersect. In the end, they missed it, didn't they?

At the same time, Zina found the owner of the crying voice. She was wearing a red dress, but half of her face was covered with a mask. The other half was pale, like a person who had been ill for a long time and had no life at all.

Zina tried hard to put on a smile and patted the person who broke the situation.

"Why are you crying, beautiful fairy sister."

The crying stopped, and the mysterious fairy raised her head. She saw the girl who had some dark circles under her eyes but was more beautiful than the starry sky. She lowered her head as if ashamed of herself and remained silent.

"Do you have such a secret? Sister, are you sick? Why do you have to cover half of your face? The other half is obviously a fair beauty, but you have to wear a mask, it's such a pity.

Look, my sister's skirt is as beautiful as a red rose. Such a bright red color is so gorgeous that even the night sky cannot cover it up. It's like a lost flower fairy."

"No! I'm not a flower fairy. I'm a sinner who should disappear! I've brought countless sufferings and a hundred years of war. I'm guilty of so many sins that I don't deserve death!"

"Why deny it? You are obviously the flower fairy of the fairyland! The general red clothing is decorated with other colors. You should be a large and bright flower, red, purple, white, and blooming upwards."

Zina speculated, thinking about the true identity of the mysterious fairy. Most of them are red with large buds, the whole plant is pink and green, the leaves are long and oval, and they grow on the stems. It has the ability to cause hallucinations, claims to be a sinner, and is related to a century-long war and suffering. What kind of flower is it?

"But what's the use of being beautiful? I'm a drug. The colors are rich, the petals are tightly arranged, and the whole flower looks like a plush ball, but adaptability is its biggest flaw. I shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't reproduce like a weed. I'm a drug."

Like a fuzzball? Adaptable? A drug!

"poppy?"

Xena exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock beyond words.

"You know it~ I'm sorry for making you hallucinate for so long, but~ I can't control my magic... I tried to kill myself, but my adaptability is too strong, after all, killing only a part of myself... I also asked for help from the Saint Fairy, but she was powerless... I wanted to hide, but there is no place for me in the fairyland~"

Zina was confident, but she didn't know what to say when facing the Poppy Fairy.

She is the poppy flower, a flower that contains substances such as morphine and cocaine. Excessive consumption can easily lead to addiction, and it is the main raw material of opium.

Zina was confused. Is the poppy a sin? Wait! She is a poppy, not a drug. She is forced to become a drug.

The one who was wrong was the one who used her, not herself. Perhaps the concept was the beginning of the fairy's suffering. If a part of the concept was sealed or taken away and made into a card, then the side effects it brought would disappear!

Contract! I have a tarot card and a contract with the card spirit. Using this as a template, I create a contract card just like creating an anchor card, removing the bad parts to make an aggressive card. Zina, you are a genius!

That’s right, let’s start by making a contract card!