Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

Because it is difficult for people to accept unknown things, but if they see them with their own eyes, it will naturally be easier for them to accept them.

Until this point, the bgm has become joyful.

"That giant is so handsome! The big drill boom boom boom--"

"And the emerald-haired sister is amazing! She blocked the fire for so many days by herself!"

"But everyone is gone..."

"Didn't I say it at the end? The story has just begun, and three more heroes have stood up!"

The children became more and more excited as they discussed, with no intention of stopping.

——Until he was interrupted by an angry scolding.

"It was thanks to Mrs. Mary that she spotted a figure outside in the middle of the night that we caught you. You are completely crazy for coming to see this witch despite violating the village rules!" said the burly man viciously.

"It's all her fault! She bewitched our child!" Mrs. Mary pointed at Liz and screamed.

"Take the children back! And this witch, bring her back to me too. I will make her restore the children to normal even if I have to use force!"

At the man's command, several villagers slowly approached Liz with sticks and sacks.

"Don't hurt my sister!" Xixi rushed to Liz and opened her little arms.

"Get out of my way!" the man roared and grabbed Xixi's delicate arm, trying to pull her away.

"No! Don't hurt me! I'm not a witch!"

Xixi pressed her heels against the ground and used her other hand to slap the man desperately.

Chapter 73: Hollow Revival

ps: The inspiration for the book comes from Ling Cage. I wonder if anyone has guessed it_(:з)∠)_

"Since you don't believe it, let me show you too!!"

Liz sprinkled the powder again, and a strange scene enveloped everyone.

......

In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean several months have passed? Explain things clearly."

Ye Qing looked at the scene that suddenly turned black in front of him and the text prompt that appeared, and couldn't help but complain.

The scene just now made her worry about what happened to Liz, fearing that Liz had been hurt.

The scene changed and returned to Liz's room.

Early in the morning, Miss Liz, who had just got up, made a cup of morning tea and started her day.

Then, Miss Leeds went to the kitchen, took out ham and bread, and began to make a hearty breakfast for a good day. But she held the knife, thinking about something, and did not cut the first slice of ham.

"Damned witch! Come out and die!"

A burst of childish and noisy shouting came from the front of the banyan tree house, interrupting Miss Liz's thoughts.

"So early today? Have you had breakfast?"

Miss Liz was leaning against the window, supporting her head with her hands, and questioning the little girl in heavy armor in front of the house.

This is a little girl from outside the village. With the construction of the library, more and more people have come to this village.

The same is true for the little girl in front of me

"Damned witch! You vicious snake! Don't try to seduce me again!" The girl was still yelling, but her rumbling stomach betrayed her once again.

"Today it's egg yolk and ham sandwiches~" Miss Liz said casually, still holding up her face.

"Gu... Damn witch! You used my favorite food to tempt me to fall! You are such a bad person with ulterior motives!"

"Are you sure you don't want one?"

"Wow! This is the last time! This is the last time I'll fall into your trap, you damn witch!" The girl pouted in annoyance, put her holy sword and heavy armor on the hanger at the entrance, took out a pair of pink rabbit slippers from the shoe cabinet, and sat down at the dining table with a clatter.

Miss Liz brought in two plates of egg yolk sandwiches and a pot of lemon tea.

"Only when I am full can I fight the enemy, so God will forgive me, this last time." The little girl folded her hands and prayed.

"Yes, yes, your God will forgive you. Eat it quickly, or it will get cold." Miss Liz said with a smile. This was the third "last time" for the little girl this week.

"What would you like to eat tomorrow?" Miss Leeds wiped the little girl's mouth and poured her another cup of lemon tea.

"Hmph! Damn witch! She's just as scary as the rumors say! She's definitely an opponent that shouldn't be underestimated!"

This is the twenty-sixth time the little girl has said this this month.

"Yeah, so what do you want to eat?" The witch nodded and repeated it again.

"I want fried onion buns! And...and beef stew!"

"Hmm, okay." The witch nodded and took out a small notebook to write it down carefully.

"Is there any dessert?" The little girl finished her sandwich but still looked unsatisfied. She licked her fingers and asked.

"There are strawberries. I was going to use them to make strawberry cake." Miss Liz yawned and said lazily.

"Um... strawberry cake..." The little girl wiped the saliva from her mouth and said righteously: "Strawberry cake is a symbol of the devil! It will cause people to have cavities! As expected, you are still a bad witch! You want me to die in pain!"

"Before making such a serious speech, please wipe the saliva from the corners of your mouth first, otherwise it will not be convincing." The witch handed over a handkerchief and wiped the saliva from the little girl's hands and mouth.

The little girl blushed all the way to her neck, and she whispered in annoyance, "What a terrible witch."

Today, Miss Liz got up early. She brewed a pot of tea and made some fried onion rings. After quickly eating her own portion, she prepared the ingredients for making cakes and waited for the little Saint Girl to come and make cakes with her.

"Miss Liz, Miss Liz, if you don't eat this bread, can you let me eat it?" A sparrow woke up Miss Liz who had accidentally dozed off.

"No, this piece of bread is for others." Miss Leeds touched the sparrow's little head and replied with a smile.

"But I've been looking at this bread all morning, and no one has eaten it. No one else except Miss Liz."

"Huh? Is it noon yet?" Miss Liz looked out the window. The sun had passed the treetops, but the little girl had not come yet.

Liz thought so.

"Then eat it. It's cold anyway." Miss Liz placed the plate in front of the little sparrow, and the little sparrow called its companions to come over and share the delicacy.

Make the cake and send it to the little one.

Miss Liz looked at the little sparrow eating with gusto, and then walked out to the library.

The huge library was already located at the edge of the village. Many people on the road saw Liz and bowed to her, even those villagers who had been disrespectful to her before.

"Ms. Witch! Good morning!"

"Good morning~"

"Ms. Leeds! Can I go read a book today?"

"You have to finish the work first~"

The whole village became lively, and people and carriages began to come and go.

The library has had two rather strange visitors lately.

One of them is Miss Lolala, a bard who traveled to this town from a very far place and temporarily settled here due to financial difficulties.

The other was a big sister who would come back to the library drunk every night and spend the entire day drowsy with a book held upside down.

These two people gave Leeds a lot of headaches.

Guests always complained that the elder sister was drunk and would occasionally say something drunk. Miss Lorala, who seemed quite docile, was also often complained by other guests for her habit of unconsciously reciting her own poems like a minstrel.

What's even more terrible is that these two people seem to often appear together in a nearby tavern. One recites poems and sings songs to cheat people, while the other drinks and gets dozens of villagers drunk. As a result, some people have started complaining recently.

If this continues, Liz can already foresee a future where villagers will come to the library with sickles to arrest people.

Therefore, whether it was for the tranquility of the guests, the operation of the library, the peace of the town, or simply out of concern for the lives of these two people, contacting them and reminding them a little became the job that Liz, the witch, had to do.

but......

Captivated by the crackling flames and the warmth that stripped away the cold, Leeds, fully armed with cotton clothes, cotton pants, cotton hat and cotton quilt, has become a vassal of the stove.

"The fireplace is such a great invention..."

Everything seemed to be on the right track, but Ye Qing couldn't help but feel a little worried.

The so-called tragedy is to bring beautiful things to your eyes and tear them apart for you to see.

The better the present is, the more worried Ye Qing becomes when he thinks of the mission.

No options appeared, which made Ye Qing even more worried.

"Miss Lolala..."

"Wait a minute!"

Liz placed a cup of hot tea in front of Miss Lolala and tried to talk to her, but she stopped Liz in her tracks. The guests around her cast their eyes on her, and Liz could only respond with apologetic glances while waiting for Miss Lolala to write quickly in her notebook.

"...the brave man of mankind finally killed the dragon and brought back spring. The warm wind once again filled the land...it's done!"

She seemed to be jotting down an idea that had come to her mind, which might be a template for tonight's tavern story.

The vendors told Liz that Miss Lolala's stories and songs were mostly about spring, but perhaps it was precisely because she always sang about spring in this abnormally cold spring that she unknowingly deepened everyone's impatience. I really hope she can realize this herself.

"Oh my, isn't this Miss Witch?"

Although she had just shouted at Liz so forcefully, at this moment, Miss Lolala tilted her head as if she had just noticed Liz's presence.

"Ms. Lolala, I'm looking for you because..."

"Ah! Is this cup of tea for me? Thank you so much!"

"Miss Lolala..."

"So do you want to hear the story I just wrote?"

"That will be later..."

"It's a story about a witch!"

"Listen to what others are saying!"

Liz, who was led by Lolala's rapid-fire words, finally couldn't help but slam the table, but when she came to her senses, the other guests were already glaring at Lolala, which made her sit back in dejected position. At this time, Lolala still looked at Liz with a very serious expression.

"Lola, you can't yell in the library, and I don't want to get mad at you like this."

Is there anyone who can control this guy? What about Alice...

Liz, who finally experienced firsthand why the other guests were annoyed, explained the whole story to Lolala, and she seemed to suddenly understand, grabbing her chestnut-like short hair and smiling apologetically.

"Oh my... I didn't expect it to have such a big impact on everyone..."

"Just pay a little attention."

"When I was telling stories in the pub, I just said at the end of the story, 'If you want to help the people in the story, please give the money to Liz and Liz will pass it on to you,' and everyone started crying and opening their wallets."

“Is this a scam?!”

"There is no such thing."

Lolala waved her hand, took a sip of the still slightly steaming black tea, and immediately exclaimed in praise.

"By the way, Lolala, do you know that big sister over there?"

Liz looked at another table, where a guy was sleeping soundly, using the library's precious books as a pillow.

"Is he the one who got a lot of village uncles drunk in the tavern?"

"Yes, does Lolala know her?"

Lolala shook her head, her swaying chestnut short hair coupled with her already petite figure made her look like a squirrel for some reason.

"We just exchanged a few words, but..."

She suddenly lowered her voice and came closer as if to whisper something.

"As a bard, she may be a troublesome character..."

“I feel the same way…”

"But, I don't know why..."