Alien Bar: Picked up a wizard girl

Lan Ya's words made Linge both funny and helpless, thinking to himself why my love for the bartending career is always misunderstood.

The magic goddess Freya is on top, I really just want to use my tongue to analyze the juice of Aomori Ryusocao.

As far as the result is, this is a kind of hot material and can only be used as an auxiliary condiment. If you really want to add it to the wine glass, just like bitter essence, a few drops will be enough.

At this time, the numbness on the tip of his tongue had begun to fade.

"Tios, I want to use the lacquer here to mix with the wine."

Tios raised his little face and looked at Linge, with a complex light flashing in his beautiful eyes, and his expression was very entangled.

She trusts Linger now, but this valley is the place where she is nurtured, and every tree and grass here is very important to her and cannot be easily abandoned.

She remembered that the first time Linger appeared in the valley was for the lacquer here, but later she used nectar as a substitute, which changed Liner's mind.

But now, the bees were burned to death by the flame demon.

After a moment, she nipped her lower lip and whispered:

"Only...a little bit."

When Linger saw her, she didn't know what she was thinking. She rubbed her hair and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I only take a little juice from each lacquer, and change it to another place every time, so I won't hurt them at all."

Then Tios turned his worries into joy, and rushed forward and hugged Linger's waist.

"Then you have to be gentle."

"I will be very careful and ensure that no leaf will be removed." Linge gently stroked the soft long hair behind her head.

On the side, Lan Ya's eyes narrowed again.

After Tios let go, Linger walked into the flower field, closed her eyes, and carefully sensed the flow of the wind in the surrounding environment.

The flowing air forms wind, and it is almost everywhere.

When the wind encounters a tangible object, it will change.

This change is conveyed back to Linger's brain, outlining a scene that is exactly the same as the external environment in his thinking space, and the closer things are to him, the clearer they are presented.

For Linger, with him as the center, the diameter range of twenty meters is a highly accurate field, and the spatial position of each lacquer is accurate, and the error is almost negligible.

When there is a clear wind blowing, the scattered laces sway slightly, and the spatial positions of rhizomes and flowers and leaves undergo subtle changes. This change is also fully conveyed to the brain, and the scenes constructed in his mind undergo corresponding changes almost at the same time.

The changes in every leaf, even every cilia on the leaf, are under his control.

Within twenty meters, all the subtle changes could not escape his induction.

This is the "Sensation of Wind".

Although it is the introductory magic of the wind system, it is very practical and can be used to prevent sneak attacks, or to detect traps and ambush.

Different magicians use the effect completely differently. Their perception range and accuracy depend entirely on the user's mental power and magic power.

The stronger the mental magic power, the wider the perception coverage, and the higher the perception accuracy.

For ordinary magic apprentices, this magic seems to be a bit useless, because with the apprentice's magic and mental power, perception can often only cover a range of several meters. For magicians, it is already a dangerous distance within ten meters.

In terms of accuracy, we can often only detect changes in airflow when large objects move, and their uses are really limited.

Linger's perception of this level can be called super sensing, far exceeding the level of an apprentice.

Of course he himself did not realize this, just as he did not realize that the magic horns above his head had been exposed.

He focused all his attention on the surrounding environment, and ignored his own changes.

A pair of dark magic horns, like two small signal towers, stood above his head.

Wind Blade is another entry-level magic.

Together with Fireball, it is nicknamed the crutches of apprentices by formal mages, and is basically the main attack method of magic apprentices. Without them, the rookie mages are unable to move forward.

Who makes these two magics both simple and practical? Almost every magic apprentice will use them.

When Linger used the wind blade, the airflow around him became fierce, and hundreds of tiny wind blades flew out.

If an ordinary wind blade is like a knife, then the wind blade emitted from around him is probably like a razor blade.

Although it is small, it is not an easy task to control so many wind blades at the same time.

Under his control, these wind blades passed through the flowers, leaving tiny cuts in the stems of the lacquer and then dissipated into the air.

No leaf or petal was shot down, nor was there an extra cut, and there was only a small cut on each nearby lacquer, and it was almost in the same position.

Under his control, each of these tiny wind blades was as accurate as a scalpel.

The wind blade of the magic apprentice, even one, has a certain chance of deviating, let alone thousands of them.

Linger's control over magic has far exceeded the scope of apprentices.

Light black juice overflowed from the cut on the stem, and did not flow down, but floated upwards and gathered together in the air to form a basketball-sized sphere.

Linger opened her eyes and took out the glass container that had been prepared from the ring to hold the liquid.

Tios squatted in front of an evil grass, opened his eyes wide, and saw the cut above, and couldn't help but smile.

There is no problem at this level, and Linger is indeed a good person.

At this moment, she suddenly turned her head and looked out of the valley.

"Ah, she's here again."

Linger turned his head and saw a fiery red figure flying from outside the valley, as if he was still holding something.

When the other party approached, Linge saw clearly that she was holding a fat bee in her arms.

The bee was almost the same size as Shania's body. Including the long black tentacles above her head, it was taller than Shania who was holding it.

The plump abdomen has golden patterns, and the spikes at the tail twist and twist, as if they are looking for a target, wanting to pierce hard.

Judging from its struggle, it must be a foolish demon who wants to hold it.

"Hey, you guy is here too." Shania landed in the nearby open space, poked her head out from behind the struggling bee, and wrinkled her small and cute nose when she saw Linger.

"Where did you bring such a big bee?"

"It is not an ordinary bee, it is a queen. I caught it from the nearby forest. It is very capable of growing. All the bees in the forest are born by it. Give it to you and let it give it to you to give it to you, so you forgive me."

Shania raised the fat queen high, and actually wanted to use it to please Tios.

Tios frowned, not sure what to do.

At this moment, Linger suddenly spoke.

"You really want friends, I can introduce you to one."

"Really?" Shania turned her head and stared at Linger.

"But you have to promise me that you must not hurt her."

Shania's eyes lit up, and a scorching breath erupted from her small nostrils.

"I promise."