Me and my magician sister

Chapter 44 51. Excavation
"The worst brother..." Ning Jin's evaluation of himself secretly at this time is really worthy of the name.

"Brother, I'll help you bandage..." Xiao Xia tore at the clothes with both hands, but kept pulling for a long time.

"No, it's okay, this is in the memory maze. In reality, my body is still intact." No matter how peaceful Ning Jin's expression was, he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

The owner of that hand was buried very deep, and it seemed that it would be difficult to dig him out smoothly if he was just digging with his hands.

"Brother, let's go find tools." Xiaoxia's little hands dug into the ground, but in fact they didn't dig much. The soil on the ground seemed to be squeezed by a strong force. few.Not only that, but all kinds of dirt were embedded in the crevices of the nails.Not only is it inefficient, it's also, in every sense, undesirable.

"It's true, in such a big city, there must be things around." Ning Jin said.

After leaving the big pit, I felt a lot more relaxed all at once.When I was in the pit, I was very close to the source of that magic power, the owner of the hand that was digging, so I felt a lot of pressure.

Still facing the gray steel-like building.

If you live in the colorful real world and your daily life is ordinary, seeing this scene at first sight will definitely feel very fresh.But "very fresh" is only limited to the first glance. If you stay in this world for even 5 minutes, you will feel that this world is more ordinary than "ordinary daily life".Or aesthetic fatigue.

Ning Jin and Xiao Xia are like survivors who have just arrived in an oasis from the desert. When they see a shop, they go in and rummage through it. After confirming that there is nothing they want, they go to the next shop to search.

"This seems to be a place like a computer city, and I can't find even a basic hardware store." Ning Jin searched the store continuously, but couldn't find a shovel or a tool that could help.

"Then what should I do..." Xiao Xia's eyes seemed to be unable to think of a solution.

"What should I do..." Ning Jin looked at his left hand again. If it was the right hand, it would be easy to use "transformation magic", but the left hand...

"Xiao Xia, can you use 'Transformation Magic'?" Ning Jin asked, apologizing guiltily in his heart: "I put the responsibility on my sister again."

"It can be used... but the magic that needs to shape and change the shape... I'm not very good at it." Xiaoxia lowered her head and said embarrassedly.

"Try it." Ning entered his heart, "put the responsibility on the younger sister" is not as important as "using magic".In other words, fear and resistance to using magic have developed.

"Hmm..." Although Xiaoxia said that she was not good at something, she had no intention of not doing it.

Finding a piece of scrap iron anywhere, Xiao Xia gently put her hands on it.

The kung fu magic circle appeared in an instant, and the time it took for Ning Jin's magic to be used was simply a world of difference.

Xiao Xia closed her eyes, imagining what a shovel should look like in her mind.

The moment you open your eyes, the magic is done.

"This..." Ning Jin looked at the crooked giant tadpole in front of him, but he didn't expect Xiao Xia to be so bad at this kind of magic that requires high control over magic power.But if you think about it carefully, Xiao Xia is usually good at water magic, and water magic generally does not need to control the shape, because water has no shape.

"I... I'll try again..." Xiao Xia lowered her head and said.

"No, don't try it, this kind of work is for my brother to do." Ning Jin said with a sigh.

"But..." Xiao Xia stared at Ning Jin's left hand.

The left hand has been burned.

"It's okay, it's absolutely fine." Ning Jin was trying to be brave.To put it bluntly, it was just trying to die.

Ning Jin didn't pick anything, he took the piece of scrap iron that Xiao Xia had deformed just now, and put his right hand on it.

"Eh..." Ning Jin habitually used his right hand again.

Maybe it was because of the idea of ​​trying, knowing that magic would not be used in this way, Ning Jin still sent magic power to the palm of his right hand by mistake.

"If only there were miracles." "My right hand must still be able to use magic. Bai Wuchang must have lied to me."

This idea of ​​fluke, but not like fluke, was circling in Ning Jin's mind.

With this thought in mind, the magic power sent to the right hand was a little stronger.

Sure enough, when the magic power passed through the arm of the right hand, it was like encountering a wall, a hard wall that could not be broken through.

Immediately afterwards, there was a stabbing pain in the right arm.After all, it is not the original match, and if there is any discomfort, it is completely normal.If he persists in sending magic power to his right arm, I'm afraid this reaction will continue to intensify.

Take your right hand away, under the bloody reality, you can only obediently use your left hand, which is similar to your right hand, to use magic.

The left hand that is not good at using magic is indeed the same as the right hand that cannot use magic.The only difference is that the left hand allows magic to pass through, while the right hand cannot.As far as the feeling and experience of using magic accumulated from using the right hand, the dust fell to the ground the moment the right hand left the body.

The magic power gradually moved to the left hand.

"One second..." Because I can't use magic quickly, it has become a habit to count when using magic.

The left hand was faintly visible, as if something was about to appear, but nothing appeared, only the light of the magic circle.

Compared with the "self-made magic" that came on a whim before, the difficulty of "transformation magic", which has been used thousands of times, is already very low.

"Two seconds..."

A magic circle suddenly appeared on the left hand, and the size was larger than normal, and then it suddenly became smaller, and it took a while before it turned into the shape it should have been.

"The amount of magic power is not well controlled..." Ning Jin was surprised that he would make such a mistake that elementary school students would not make.

"Three seconds..."

The magic circle has been formed, and Ning Jin thought about the shape of the shovel in his mind.

The use of "Transformation Magic" has ended.

The shovel is a bit too big, and the proportion of each part is very unreasonable. No one will doubt that it is a semi-finished product.

There are shovels, but one is not enough.

It took a little longer to use "Transformation Magic" with the left hand for the second time than the first time, but both the comfort and appearance are better than the shovel made with "Transformation Magic" for the first time many.

Ning Jin gave Xiao Xia the shovel he got out the second time, and used the "semi-finished product" himself.

(End of this chapter)