The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Sang Jian came out of Grandma Field Mouse's house and looked down at her little arms and legs. With this size, she would have to walk for a year to go to the witch's house, and any gust of wind would blow her away.

But the body is a perfect match for Hua Nu.

Sang Jian remembered the current appearance and stretched out his hand to touch himself a few times.

The next second, there was a bang, and she quickly expanded and transformed back into the shape of a mole.

It was a pity that the little skirt that Granny Field Mouse had just made for her had burst like this.

Sang Jian casually picked up the broken skirt, and without hesitation, she quickly ran towards the forest using her hands and feet.

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In the forest late at night, the cold wind blew and the surroundings were full of insects.

When Sang Jian came to the witch's house, there was a faint purple light in the witch's house.

It seems that the magic ball has been repaired by her.

Tsk, the smashing was still not enough.

She quietly sneaked to the entrance of the hole she dug yesterday, only to find that the entrance had been blocked by the witch.

The old guy is quite cautious.

Sangjian took a closer look at this yurt. It was made of wood. He could see the purple light inside, indicating that there were gaps.

Sang Jian thought for a moment, then transformed back into the rat-headed man, wrapped the broken skirt around his body, and crawled toward the brightest gap with difficulty.

As long as she remembers her world as a human being, she can change back at any time.

This skill is quite convenient.

Thanks to his small body, Sang Jian was able to get stuck in the gap between two pieces of wood and see clearly what was going on inside the house.

The originally smooth and mysterious magic ball has been glued by the witch, and now it is full of cracks.

Other things were also repackaged by the witch.

It looked like he had been busy for a while.

Hua Nu was thrown into a small glass bottle by her. The bottle had no lid, but he couldn't climb out.

He sat back inside, looking languid, not knowing what he was thinking.

The witch on the side was holding a book and looking through something carefully.

Sang Jian lay down among the wood and waited quietly.

Not yet, we have to wait.

Only after the witch takes out all the things that are harmful to the flower slave can she take action.

Otherwise, no matter how many times he saves the flower slave, he will still be monitored by the witch.

This is one of the reasons why Sangmi would give flower slaves to witches.

I can't bear to let the child catch the wolf.

In order to live a happy life without being disturbed in the future, I can only aggrieve him.

Just then, a witch's voice sounded in the house.

The roster shows that those flower slaves who died in the past also had a strong desire to survive, but why did they all come out with disabilities? How are you different from them?

She stared down at the flower slave in the bottle with some strangeness.

Hua Nu didn't even raise his eyebrows, and said quietly: Maybe he was killed by you before he was fully grown?

witch:……

Could it be that Flower Slave's growth pattern is different from Thumbelina's?

She was lost in thought.

After a moment, she took out a crystal ball with golden light from her cloak.

I want to see from your natal ball whether it was unhealthy when you were born.

The flower slave in the bottle finally had some emotion.

His natal ball...

Every Thumbelina and Flower Slave has a natal crystal ball, and this thing is in the hands of the witch.

The ball is there and the people are there.

No one has the ball.

Thumbelina's lifespan is very long, so witches often destroy the natal balls, causing many Thumbelinas to die suddenly, so that the rich women can buy seeds again.