Azi is a strange witch.
She does not devote herself to the study of magic, but she always devotes herself to brewing potions.
Recently, her potion seems to be in the final stages of making. Wizards passing by can always see her holding a "Potion Book" in one hand and a long pointed wand in the other hand, stirring in a large, steaming pot.
"Ma-chan! Be gentle! If you knock over my potion, you will be dead."
Azi stared at Majiang's fat face fiercely.
Ma Jiang stared at her small eyes as big as sesame seeds, with a look of grievance on her face.
"Azi, you have become more and more cruel to me recently."
She is really the treasure of her own magic potion!
But there's still something missing.
Ah Zi thought about it and prepared to help a group of crying children.
Children's tears are very important material!
Once the potion is ready, she can realize her lifelong dream!
(——Inspired by bedtime stories from my childhood.)
Intention: love and redemption; thinking about the clues in life
