The witch walked towards the crystal ball and touched it gently with her hand, and the crystal ball began to change from being colorless at the beginning.

The picture in the crystal ball was a bloody, dying Deshier...

"Is this the future... I really didn't plan well," If I had planned better, would it have ended differently? "Can you change your fate? Or is it fixed?"

"What I see are all destinies that can be changed. Everything is changing with time. Of course, changing destiny requires paying a corresponding price~" The hand in the black glove touched his face, and hooked his face upwards with the fingertips so that he could look into her eyes.

"You can change the future, but you have to pay a price..." I want to give it a try, what if I succeed? Such a good person should not die with me in a place like this!

"Then I'll tell you, you just need to run behind me~ It's a very simple way to change your fate! In exchange for your fate, let me see what I can take away from you?" He looked her up and down, chuckled and said, "How about this, stretch out your hand..."

I did as I was told, and the other party took out a knife...

"It will hurt a little, don't worry..."

The blade pierced his hand, and blood began to drip down his palm and was collected in a bottle. Fresh blood drops were bright red, but would turn brown after some time, but it seemed that there was a special way to preserve them.

"Okay, it's over..." He wiped the wound with a piece of cloth. As the blood disappeared, the wound also disappeared. "This is the reward I want. It's normal to exchange goods~"

Why? After thinking about it, I understood that it was probably because the ability of my blood to ripen crops was discovered...

I looked at the disappearing blood, and I didn't feel dizzy. I was still normal recently, and I didn't bleed too much...

"Do you need anything else? I want to change a bottle of blood-replenishing medicine..." Although the medicine can replenish blood in some ways, it actually only promotes blood circulation and increases the ability to produce blood, which is still far from truly replenishing blood.

"Here, this bottle of reward, let me think about what I want to give you." She looked at it again, and finally took off a hairpin from her head, "It's a very strange flower, let's take this one... I'm also curious about the pollen inside, the method of making it is not so good, if you need, I can teach you next time we meet, but I won't teach you too much~"

"Thank you for your trade... May I know your name?" The witch turned around. Is she really a witch? There is always a strange sense of familiarity. This dress fits me well, but I don't like the current aesthetics. Not only that, the fabric pattern and other things don't match the current design. It's a bit like something that doesn't belong to this world...

"That's not necessary. Just call me Miss Witch." She rolled up a strand of hair and twisted it around her fingertips. This was a habit very similar to hers. "A witch doesn't need a name. The moment you become a witch, the name is no longer important."

"Are you really a witch... I mean you fit all my imaginations of a witch, but you don't look like a witch..." Different worlds have different depictions of witches, but the image of myself as a witch is exactly the same as the person I am now, as if a character in a picture book has come to me. How is this possible?

Including the huge, heavy witch hat, the full-length dress, the black sleeves that extend all the way to the wrists... including the slightly frivolous tone and the bright eyes, all of this seems like a trap and bait, drawing people closer step by step.

"...very keen sense of smell, but I do deserve the title of witch...as for this outfit, you seem to be a bit confused about the cause and effect?"

Smiling, he gently rubbed the soft hair. His height was 175cm with shoes on, but compared to the witch in front of him, he was still almost half a head shorter...

"You mean I have seen you? And therefore I have an opinion about witches?" How could that be? There shouldn't be anything in my memory. Wait... My memory is really my memory, why are there so many things that have never happened? Why do I know so many people that I shouldn't know? Are my memories really my memories?

Seeing the little guy fall silent, the witch sighed and retracted her hand: "Don't be sad, little guy... You have learned all my catchphrases. Really, who did you learn this from? It shouldn't be all from me, right? I am at least half a qualified adult... Here, this... the little thing you need to change your destiny~"

A round and smooth object was stuffed into the palm of my hand. It turned out to be a lens. There was a silver decoration on the outside of the lens. Although it was very flat, it was polished very smoothly and would not be scratched again. I could see my face in it. It can be seen that the workmanship of this mirror is extremely good.

"One of the chances to change your destiny?" He wanted to ask more, but he had already shown his intention to see the guest off. He put his finger between his lips and made a shushing gesture. Of course, he understood what this meant. He had often made this kind of gesture. He could not help but imagine that he and this guy were so similar. They must have lived together for a period of time...

A gentle breeze guided me out of this strange room. I was clearly in that strange place just now, but when I opened my eyes, I was back at the door. I could push the door open with a little effort. I walked out and looked back. Wasn't this just a very ordinary grocery store?

"Just say you replaced this mirror with one of your own hairpins." The words seemed to be whispering in his ears, but he could not feel any breath coming out of them at all. It was like they were playing directly in his mind.

When I walked out, I realized that not much time had passed. How did I know? The cup of tea was still scalding hot. People like me would not drink more than the second brew of green tea. In today's weather, a cup of tea would no longer be steaming in about five minutes at most...

I thought it had been a long time. I subconsciously looked at myself. There was nothing on my gloved palm, not even the pain. The wounds I cut would fester and hurt, but the ones she cut would not.

"Sorry, I didn't see you just now," he stood up immediately. Why so quickly? As far as he knew, everyone who came here would stay for more than ten minutes, but she only stayed for three minutes and came out. She hadn't even started drinking her tea yet. "How about you sit down for a while?"

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