The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

"Okay!" Lilith said, "It's not far from dawn now, and soon everyone will go to the biggest bonfire to attend the dance."

Not long after walking that way, Moran realized something was wrong:

"Senior, is that a bonfire? Why do I see more wood elemental power?"

"That's a bonfire made of a whole bouquet of fire crystal flowers! I heard that Ms. Aurora and her partner went to the volcano in Greenfield Highlands to open a flower field and planted it for three years before they got these flowers.

After the dance in the early morning, the witches can take away the bouquets of fire crystals on the bonfire as souvenirs. "Lilith said.

"Aurora?" Moran felt that the name was also familiar: "Sylve's mother?"

Lilith nodded: "Yes. So Sylph should be there too."

As I got closer, I saw how spectacular the fire crystal flower bonfire was.

On the tall wooden frame, stretched green leaves hold clusters of crystal red flowers, as eye-catching as gems and as warm as flames.

"Molan! Senior Sister Lilith! You are finally here!" Sylph saw them by the bonfire and waved to them excitedly.

Vashida is also here: "You've come just in time! Try this!"

The figure holding a large spoon at the big iron pot next to Vasida turned his head 180 degrees and showed a "friendly" smile to Moran and Lilith.

Empty eye sockets, dark pupils, sunken cheeks, a seamed chin and a mouth that stretches from ear to ear in a smile.

At first sight, Moran's heart skipped a beat.

Ghost photos come into reality!

"Oh my God, Vasida, is this a dead servant? He can also cook!" Lilith moved forward excitedly, sometimes touching the dead servant's hand and sometimes poking the dead servant's face, which was full of novelty.

Vasida nodded: "This is my zombie chef. My father was afraid that I would faint from hunger, so he asked him to follow me with a coffin on his back. It is said that the egg fried rice is already very good. I just asked him to fry it. One pot, let’s try it together!”

"This apron was sewn by Vasida's father! It looks so cute on him!" Sylph said.

"Wow, it really looks like a corpse!" Lilith praised: "Is the little figure embroidered on this holding an empty bowl Vashita? Hahaha!"

Moran couldn't believe that the witch who had been so frightened by her ghost stories that she couldn't sleep would actually say cute things to a ferocious-looking corpse that could go directly to a haunted house and play the role of an NPC:

"Are you serious? Cute?"

"Isn't it cute?" Sylph asked.

Lilith and Vasida also said: "Isn't it cute?"

The zombie chef tilted his head: "(O_o)??"

"Cute." Moran said subconsciously.

After saying that, I reacted, oh boy, this zombie can still act cute!

Not to mention, it really has a weird and cute feeling.

"The dance will be held in a while, let's sit down and eat first." Vasida pulled Lilith and Moran to sit down by the pot.

The zombie chef's movements were a little slow and stiff, but he served three small bowls of rice very skillfully and handed them to Moran, Sylph and Lilith one by one.

Finally, a large wooden basin was dug out from the coffin next to it, and all the remaining rice in the pot was poured into the large basin. He placed it heavily in front of Vasida, and then inserted a large wooden spoon into the rice.

Then he shook his head and went to clean the pot.

Moran looked at the pile of fried rice in Vasida's basin, and then looked at the small bowls in her, Sylph, and Lilith's hands, and sighed to Vasida: "He quite understands your appetite! "

"This is how much I ate when I was a child!" Vasida carefully inspected the big wooden basin, and then said with certainty: "This is also the basin where I ate when I was a child."

Lilith looked at the egg fried rice in the bowl and said hesitantly: "Vashida, do you think this is good? Is the color of the rice a little dark?"

"Well... you also know that undead creatures are generally not very smart, especially corpses. Once he has done this, he is already at a relatively good level."

Vashida said and took a big bite: "Hmm...it doesn't look good, but it tastes pretty good. It's burnt and fragrant."

"Jiaoxiang?" Lilith took a bite curiously, and finally just patted Vasida on the shoulder: "It's not easy for you to grow up."

Moran nodded in agreement: "Let your zombies change careers. Now you can buy ready-made food cards in the card mall, or cook and eat by yourself. You can also eat breadfruit for your stomach. They are also available in the card mall. {Breadfruit Card}...huh?”

"Shh!" Vasida immediately covered Moran's mouth: "Hey! It's still too late."

Moran: "???"

There was a "bang" sound.

When Moran looked over, the zombie was gone.

There was also a "wuwu" sound coming from the coffin.

"He has very good hearing, and he can't bear to hear me say that I don't want to eat the food he cooked. No, he's hiding in a coffin and is autistic again." Vasida said:

"I heard from my mother that since I went to school, no one ate the food he cooked, so he hid in the coffin and refused to come out. Later, I sent back the egg fried rice recipe, and my father asked him to learn how to make egg fried rice, saying After I graduated and asked him to cook for me, he climbed out of the coffin.

Originally, I needed to be taught by my father one instruction at a time. But now, he has developed a certain degree of autonomy and can make fried rice independently.

Mom said that it has a tendency to evolve spiritually.

In the future, if it is given a good tempering and improvement of its body, it might have the potential to become a zombie like its father.

Dad packed him up and gave it to me.

I thought it would be a problem for me to fill my stomach. I couldn’t afford to keep a magic pet. The zombie chef had been cooking for me since I was a child. He didn’t even eat or drink. I just needed to take care of his body. It was a good one. choose.

So he was taken as a dead servant.

When he evolves spirituality and even becomes a zombie, he will be smarter and can make delicious food. "

Moran understood that Vasida no longer expected this zombie to feed her with a large spoon. After all, her appetite was getting bigger and bigger.

She kept this zombie as a magic pet.

"Have you given him a name yet?" Moran asked.

"Take it." Vasida poured a large bowl of rice into the stomach bag to eat, then floated the empty bowl to pat the coffin: "Egg fried rice! I've finished eating, come out quickly!"

"Bah!" The coffin opened a crack, and a pair of empty eyes looked out from the crack. After seeing the empty basin, he opened the coffin with a huff, shook his head and went to wash the basin.

It was obvious that he was really happy to cook for Vashida.

Moran suddenly remembered a sentence: "Being needed is the key to giving birth to a new spirituality from the body that originally had no soul."

"What?" Sylph asked.

"I saw this sentence in "The Origin of the Zombie Tribe"." Moran said: "Vashida, please let the zombie...well, let me cook more egg fried rice for you, maybe it will evolve into a zombie." Family is helpful.”