Wizard: I brought the wrong system

I haven't written it yet... I will continue to code... Don't click to open it... Let's see it tomorrow morning...

I haven't written it yet... I will continue to code... Don't click to open it... Let's see it tomorrow morning...

I haven't written it yet... I will continue to code... Don't click to open it... Let's see it tomorrow morning...

I haven't written it yet... I will continue to code... Don't click to open it... Let's see it tomorrow morning...

I haven't written it yet... I will continue to code... Don't click to open it... Let's see it tomorrow morning...

Because I heard that the same kind of white deer died from the erosion of the abyss, Yarrow didn't ask her if she had any purification potions—even if they had such items, they might have used them up long ago.

Otherwise, they would never have thought of borrowing the natural ability of the goblin to expel the power of the abyss they infected into a forest.

what?

Something to help?

impossible!

Bailu's eyes were filled with tears, and his clear eyes looked at Yarrow pitifully: "Why? Don't you humans like to help?"

Do you like to help?

Don't frame good people!

At least I didn't!

Yarrow glanced at the young white deer, and could only say: "Look at the tree marks on your fingers, you are not yet an adult, what are you thinking all day!"

A real grown-up fairy can still see the green in the eyes, but there will be no signs of tree marks on the body.

The cute little face bowed her head in grievance, and muttered: "But... Bailu doesn't want to be alone."

Yarrow: "Don't you have your elk friends? You're not alone."

Bailu always has her reasons: "They can't talk either."

Yarrow frowned slightly, ignored the white deer, and turned to look forward to the right.

The muscles of the whole body gradually trembled and activated, the breathing rhythm changed quietly, and one hand was already on the hilt of the sword around his waist.

He sensed the subtle power of the abyss not far away!

"Okay, stop talking," Yarrow interrupted Bailu's soft nagging, turned his head and asked, "Is there any open space around it? From which direction is it more convenient to observe?"

Yarrow doesn't know the attack distance of the magic tree, so he can only ask the fairy who is the daughter of the forest at this time.

"Has it arrived yet?" The white deer finally got serious, looked up and looked around, as if sensing something, then turned back and said, "There is a big rock on the left side of it, and that is where it spreads the slowest. If you If you want to make a move, you can go over there."

Shooting?

Yarrow doesn't intend to act recklessly,

Because I heard that the same kind of white deer died from the erosion of the abyss, Yarrow didn't ask her if she had any purification potions—even if they had such items, they might have used them up long ago.

Otherwise, they would never have thought of borrowing the natural ability of the goblin to expel the power of the abyss they infected into a forest.

what?

Something to help?

impossible!

Bailu's eyes were filled with tears, and his clear eyes looked at Yarrow pitifully: "Why? Don't you humans like to help?"

Do you like to help?

Don't frame good people!

At least I didn't!

Yarrow glanced at the young white deer, and could only say: "Look at the tree marks on your fingers, you are not yet an adult, what are you thinking all day!"

A real grown-up fairy can still see the green in the eyes, but there will be no signs of tree marks on the body.

The cute little face bowed her head in grievance, and muttered: "But... Bailu doesn't want to be alone."

Yarrow: "Don't you have your elk friends? You're not alone."

Bailu always has her reasons: "They can't talk either."

Yarrow frowned slightly, ignored the white deer, and turned to look forward to the right.

The muscles of the whole body gradually trembled and activated, the breathing rhythm changed quietly, and one hand was already on the hilt of the sword around his waist.

He sensed the subtle power of the abyss not far away!

"Okay, stop talking," Yarrow interrupted Bailu's soft nagging, turned his head and asked, "Is there any open space around it? From which direction is it more convenient to observe?"

Yarrow doesn't know the attack distance of the magic tree, so he can only ask the fairy who is the daughter of the forest at this time.

"Has it arrived yet?" The white deer finally got serious, looked up and looked around, as if sensing something, then turned back and said, "There is a big rock on the left side of it, and that is where it spreads the slowest. If you If you want to make a move, you can go over there."

Shooting?

Yarrow doesn't intend to act recklessly,

Because I heard that the same kind of white deer died from the erosion of the abyss, Yarrow didn't ask her if she had any purification potions—even if they had such items, they might have used them up long ago.

Otherwise, they would never have thought of borrowing the natural ability of the goblin to expel the power of the abyss they infected into a forest.

what?

Something to help?

impossible!

Bailu's eyes were filled with tears, and his clear eyes looked at Yarrow pitifully: "Why? Don't you humans like to help?"

Do you like to help?

Don't frame good people!

At least I didn't!

Yarrow glanced at the young white deer, and could only say: "Look at the tree marks on your fingers, you are not yet an adult, what are you thinking all day!"

A real grown-up fairy can still see the green in the eyes, but there will be no signs of tree marks on the body.

The cute little face bowed her head in grievance, and muttered: "But... Bailu doesn't want to be alone."

Yarrow: "Don't you have your elk friends? You're not alone."

Bailu always has her reasons: "They can't talk either."

Yarrow frowned slightly, ignored the white deer, and turned to look forward to the right.

The muscles of the whole body gradually trembled and activated, the breathing rhythm changed quietly, and one hand was already on the hilt of the sword around his waist.

He sensed the subtle power of the abyss not far away!

"Okay, stop talking," Yarrow interrupted Bailu's soft nagging, turned his head and asked, "Is there any open space around it? From which direction is it more convenient to observe?"

Yarrow doesn't know the attack distance of the magic tree, so he can only ask the fairy who is the daughter of the forest at this time.

"Has it arrived yet?" The white deer finally got serious, looked up and looked around, as if sensing something, then turned back and said, "There is a big rock on the left side of it, and that is where it spreads the slowest. If you If you want to make a move, you can go over there."

Shooting?

Yarrow doesn't intend to act recklessly,

Because I heard that the same kind of white deer died from the erosion of the abyss, Yarrow didn't ask her if she had any purification potions—even if they had such items, they might have used them up long ago.

Otherwise, they would never have thought of borrowing the natural ability of the goblin to expel the power of the abyss they infected into a forest.

what?

Something to help?

impossible!

Bailu's eyes were filled with tears, and his clear eyes looked at Yarrow pitifully: "Why? Don't you humans like to help?"

Do you like to help?