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After Rebirth, Am I the Strongest Witch? !
Fantasy Romance重生之，难道我是最强魔女？！
Inspiration Muse Ovo
When the window lattice of the Nuan Pavilion was filled with morning mist, the cocoon in the glass cup made a tiny sound for the first time. Angelie almost jumped up from the soft couch. Her long dark blue curly hair was slightly messy in the morning, her red eyes were astonishingly bright even without makeup, and the hem of the black wizard's robe swept across the carpet, bringing with it a scent of sandalwood. She walked quickly to the case, her fingertips hanging half an inch above the glass cup, not daring to touch it - the cocoon created by the crystal-white scales was glowing with a flowing hot pink halo at the moment, as if the entire blooming rose had been crushed into thin cocoons. In the past three months, this was the most obvious movement in the cocoon. From the day Andy turned into a larvae, the thermal pavilion has become the most gentle corner in the castle. Angelie removed all the sharp magic tools and filled the window sill with potted violet plants. When the morning dew was still there, she picked the young leaves with moisture, cut them into pieces with small silver scissors, mixed them with her condensed dark blue magic power, and carefully fed them to the white larvae. The little guy always likes to curl up on her fingertips, gently scratching her skin with his thin legs. When he eats the magic power, he will make an inaudible "rustling" sound, like a spring silkworm eating leaves. She would sit on the soft couch, put the glass cup on her knees, and whisper to the larvae while gently brushing the cup wall with her fingertips. She said that the howls of wolves in the eastern grasslands had decreased recently, that the demon spies had been blocked from the black forest by her, and that the ice crystal messengers from the northern orcs had come and left behind ice crystal flowers that could nourish the origin. The larvae couldn't understand, but they would crawl along her fingertips to the edge of the lamp, and the small black dots on their heads would rub against her nails, leaving a light pearlescent glow.
When the window lattice of the Nuan Pavilion was filled with morning mist, the cocoon in the glass cup made a tiny sound for the first time. Angelie almost jumped up from the soft couch. Her long dark blue curly hair was slightly messy in the morning, her red eyes were astonishingly bright even without makeup, and the hem of the black wizard's robe swept across the carpet, bringing with it a scent of sandalwood. She walked quickly to the case, her fingertips hanging half an inch above the glass cup, not daring to touch it - the cocoon created by the crystal-white scales was glowing with a flowing hot pink halo at the moment, as if the entire blooming rose had been crushed into thin cocoons. In the past three months, this was the most obvious movement in the cocoon. From the day Andy turned into a larvae, the thermal pavilion has become the most gentle corner in the castle. Angelie removed all the sharp magic tools and filled the window sill with potted violet plants. When the morning dew was still there, she picked the young leaves with moisture, cut them into pieces with small silver scissors, mixed them with her condensed dark blue magic power, and carefully fed them to the white larvae. The little guy always likes to curl up on her fingertips, gently scratching her skin with his thin legs. When he eats the magic power, he will make an inaudible "rustling" sound, like a spring silkworm eating leaves. She would sit on the soft couch, put the glass cup on her knees, and whisper to the larvae while gently brushing the cup wall with her fingertips. She said that the howls of wolves in the eastern grasslands had decreased recently, that the demon spies had been blocked from the black forest by her, and that the ice crystal messengers from the northern orcs had come and left behind ice crystal flowers that could nourish the origin. The larvae couldn't understand, but they would crawl along her fingertips to the edge of the lamp, and the small black dots on their heads would rub against her nails, leaving a light pearlescent glow.