Chapter 118 Wake up, my magical girl! Without spiritual power, he was hit by the monster with his mortal body, not only injuring his arm, but also his internal organs, which was why he vomited blood. In just a short while, the effect of adrenaline accelerating the secretion of pain relief seemed to have lost its effect. At this moment, she was no longer just feeling weak all over and having blurred vision, but she was experiencing tearing and splitting pains in her abdomen and broken bones in her arms, as if tiny and dense giant ants were gnawing at her nerves. The man in the red robe and black hair shook his furry ears slightly, with a playful expression on his face, looking at Zhou Ling with great amusement. Where did this human race, who was as fragile as an ant, get the confidence to be so arrogant towards him? Just a slight fall could cause him to end up in such a miserable state. His eyes moved down from her face to her neck. This little human girl was not very old, and her neck was small and tender. He could easily break her neck without exerting too much force, just like a dead chicken. If he didn't want to keep her to study the strange broom in his hand, he would not have given her a chance to speak. Zhou Ling had been staring at his face, and when she saw his expression change slightly, she knew that he was beginning to have murderous intent, but for some reason, he suppressed it. It is still unclear what his intention is in setting up such a big plan and setting up such a formation in the snow-covered forest. Even if Zhou Ling wanted to capture him, in order to find out the whole story and for the sake of all the missing people in the Bingyu Sect, she had to suppress her murderous intent, spare his life, and investigate carefully.
Now in his eyes, I was so fragile that I could be killed easily, but he suppressed his murderous intent, which meant that keeping me alive was useful to him. No matter what the use was, Zhou Ling knew it would not be a good thing. What she urgently needed to do now was to use magic to heal her injuries. Her mother taught her many magic spells when she had time. In this regard, Zhou Ling is not completely a novice. She has watched similar movies and knows some rules. For example, spells are actually invented by humans. At first, Latin was broken up and reorganized. Each word and each syllable, when put together, collided with different sparks and had a wonderful power. This power can mobilize the magical energy contained in their wizard blood. How to control and use it depends on personal talent. The depth of understanding is different, and the strength of the magic awakened in the blood is different, so the strength that can be manipulated is also different. But her mother also told her that in this world, all the previous magic spells were useless. It was a different world, a different way of life. Her mother spent many years slowly exploring in this world before she found the key to trigger a new spell. There is no other way, just use the language of this world. My mother, who originally knew nothing about Chinese, gradually became a translator. Many of the spells were directly translated from previous spells by her through trial and error. It is useful, but in fact, after many attempts, my mother found that it was not necessary to go through so much trouble. She insisted on translating it literally to commemorate her original origin, but if Zhou Ling wanted to use magic, it didn't matter if she couldn't remember the spells. Because in this world, the magical energy contained in the blood can be mobilized at will, without even the need for a magic wand. If there is enough magical energy awakened in their blood, these two wizards in another world can make their words come true. In fact, Zhou Ling was very cautious in the limited time she had to learn magic. She didn't dare to be too casual and followed her mother in learning the use of traditional spells. But perhaps it was because her wizard bloodline was impure and she was a mixed-race, or because she was not talented enough, but every time she used those serious spells directly translated from her mother's cards, they always sometimes worked and sometimes didn't. The situation is urgent now, and those serious and literal translations of spells obviously cannot be used for gambling here. "cure……" He lowered his head and whispered, and the familiar power in his blood burst out along the tip of the branch in his hand. (End of this chapter)