After turning the cute attack into a Tyrannosaurus

How can I regain control?

Maomao asked He Anyao to start from scratch, first practice subduing D-level orcs and forging contracts, and the spiritual level in the body will naturally re-reserve strength, so as to subdue and summon higher-level orcs.

The question is, how many D-classes do you have to subdue to summon a C-class, and there is no experience bar next to her head, this kind of upgrade mode is so hopeless, I can't just keep fighting regardless, won't the Animal Protection Association sue her? ?

In this regard, Maomao's answer was: "Try to chant the witch spell while playing, and when you can summon a C-level, it means that your control power has improved."

"..." Having said that, it means not saying anything, He Anyao looked at the sky speechlessly, after a while, she got up and said: "Then let's hurry up and practice, time is running out."

Mao Mao's stomach was round after eating, and when he put the chicken bones on the table, he lowered his head and squeezed out three layers of chin.

Regardless of Fatty Mao's fat body, he is still very flexible. After wiping his hands with the napkin, he squatted slightly (with another two chins squeezed out), and jumped onto He Anyao's shoulder.

You know, Mao Mao is not an ordinary hamster, in fact, it is a... very fat hamster!He Anyao was stepped on by it so high in the air that she immediately knelt down on one knee in front of the table, and the arm that was stepped on was probably useless...

The host of the dinner hurried over and asked, "What's the matter! What's the matter!"

"I... we are full, thank you for the hospitality." He Anyao knelt on the ground, covering her shoulders and smiling awkwardly, like the highest standard salute posture of a knight.

"Get up, why are you being so polite!" The host was very surprised, thinking that this guy had never eaten, and he knelt down after eating, how did this poor guy get in here?

He Anyao pushed Fatty Mao off his shoulders and then stood up to say goodbye to everyone.

Going to the old white witch's house to get a set of traditional hunting tools, and then going home to get a magic wand, He Anyao took Mao Mao out of the castle and welcomed the embrace of nature.

When it comes to castles, He Anyao cannot be classified in general terms. As I said before, the buildings here are similar to the Baroque style, with bright colors and magnificent momentum, but the top of the tower towers like a Gothic building. There is no lack of seriousness and solemnity, which is very in line with her aesthetics.

What is more difficult to adapt to is the unusually humid climate here. The whole continent is shrouded in warm thick fog all year round, just like a big greenhouse that breeds strange life forms.

I don’t know if the climate on the north side of the sea is similar to that here. Every three to five days there will be a light rain, sometimes lasting for several days, or a short and violent shower, as thick as a cow’s rope, hitting the window edge All felt tremors.

The surrounding broad-leaved forests sucked up the water and grew wildly, with dark, fleshy, fat leaves covered with a prickly down.

He Anyao was walking on a flat gravel road, a layer of mist filled her knees, as if she was walking on clouds.

At such a height of water vapor, when Mao Mao walks on the ground, he can't even see the stupid hair standing on top of his head. If he is not careful, he can be kicked and rolled until he can't stop. No wonder it likes to squat on He Anyao's shoulder.

This is actually not the first time He Anyao has hunted. She has watched other white witches hunt collectively before. At that time, she found that although she did not have the memory of this body, she retained the agility of its original owner.

This feeling is very strange, like a sports scumbag who could hardly pass the 800-meter run, suddenly changed into a gymnastics champion's body.

Even if she doesn't know a single witchcraft spell, if she wears it back with this ability, it is estimated that she will not need a substitute to play Ip Man, and she will not even be out of breath if she hits ten times. The Sick Man of East Asia can kick a leg Three pieces.

Therefore, He Anyao felt that even if she couldn't beat those high-level summoned beasts with various talents and abilities, it would still be fine to bully small animals, right?

To be on the safe side, He Anyao wandered around the forest with Maomao for a while before finding a relatively easy-to-conceal terrain, set up traps and hunting tools, and then waited for the prey to be set behind a thick tree.

You know, when there is no equipment to browse Weibo forums and games, it is a very boring and long thing for a modern person to spend hours staring blankly at it. Mao, in less than half an hour, had plucked his hair and bald his head. With his "beer belly", he looked like a department-level official at first glance.

"Here we come!" Mao Mao, who looked like a cadre, suddenly waved his finger at the trap.

"Where!" He Anyao looked eagerly.

Sure enough, where Maomao was pointing, a black shadow quickly passed by, only heard the sound of the mechanism starting, the black shadow stopped suddenly, was dragged by the rope, howling, clawing at the ground, and being dragged backward It entered the cage buried in the ground. Wherever it passed, six deep and long cracks were scraped by its claws.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" He Anyao's mood is indescribable. Regardless of whether it is a summoned beast or not, this is also the result of her first hunting. Flying around, finally kissed the fat man's bald head hard, and ran to the trap to see the prey.

Maomao looked blankly at his once indifferent and taciturn master, but now because he caught a prey, he kissed himself like a goat, and was flattered for a moment, his two huge front teeth gleamed.

"It's a squirrel! Momo! Come and see, we caught a squirrel!"

Mao Mao Pi Dian Pi Dian ran over: "Master, this is called a civet cat."

He Anyao: "It's so cute! Is it a summoned beast?"

Maomao: "Where's your cane? Try reading a contract on it."

He Anyao hastily pulled out the cane from her waist, and was about to point the jewel at the top to the civet in great joy, when her eyes suddenly went dark, and the sunlight above her head was blocked by a figure.

Before she had time to raise her head, He Anyao was thrown to the ground by a gust of wind, even with her cane, and she fell to the ground.

"Hey!" He Anyao grinned and stood up, and saw Mao Mao standing in front of her with his back, his brown hair stood upright, and a sharp chirping sound came from his throat.

Looking up, a person wearing a linen cloak stood against the light, with a thin figure and his face buried in the shadows.

"Who are you!" He Anyao jumped up, grasping her cane tightly and preparing to fight.

The man didn't answer her, pointing to the cage in the trap, and said solemnly: "Let it go."

"We caught this!" He Anyao is not a person who is overconfident and aggressive. The reason why she is so bold is that the other party is not as tall as her. Apart from bullying small animals, He Anyao feels that it is very easy for her to bully children. He has a hand, not to mention a provocative brat!

"This is not a summoned beast, it's just my pet, please let it go." The boy said calmly.

At this time, Maomao took a step forward and said righteously: "You will pay the price for your rude behavior. My master is just doing training, not a novice white witch hunting low-level summoned beasts. She is only a C-level or above. There are four of them in combat power, and there is even an A-level summoned beast among them!"

Maomao is not bragging, it has always firmly believed that it is an A-level summoned beast, but it has not yet started the second stage of mutation.

As soon as this remark came out, the other party fell into silence, and He Anyao immediately felt the pleasure of beating a blind boy who didn't know Taishan. Before she raised the corner of the nobleman's mouth, the other party's words were not loud, but they were deafening— —

"I'm a Dark Witch, say it again, let it go."

The scene was instantly reversed to "the real noble beats and pretends to be a fan", He Anyao shrank her head, but Mao Mao held her head high and stood firmly in front of her.

"Forget it, since it's not a summoned beast, it's useless to catch it." He Anyao weakly tapped her fluffy back with her toes.

"This is caught by the master!" Maomao put on an attacking posture at the black witch opposite. It remembered how happy the master was just now, and even kissed its forehead for the first time. It must be worthy of the master's praise and guard the prey!

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