Chapter 656

Dorothy slept with great satisfaction.

By the time she had fully recovered her mental power and woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The Home Witch's consciousness gradually returned. The first thing she felt was the just-right soft touch under her head.

"This pillow is good, what brand is it? It's even more comfortable than my angel velvet pillow."

Before opening her eyes, she thought this in her heart, and then turned over left and right to confirm that this pillow was indeed wonderful, and it actually carried a very pleasant fragrance.

The Home Witch sniffed with her nose and distinguished that this seemed to be the floral fragrance of monthly rose and yucca. Both of these are flowers of hope. Good, very auspicious. The person who made this pillow has good taste.

Dorothy praised this in her heart, and then she opened her eyes.

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Damn, I lost control of my emotions just now and lost face in front of Qian Bao. If this continues, won't I be taken over by this guy in the future?

The Outer God Witch thought this in her heart.

Then, under the speechless gaze of the Home Witch, she turned back into a beautiful black witch hat.

Dorothy, who suddenly lost her comfortable pillow and hit the back of her head on the hard floor: "........."

Looking at the Senpai who was already playing dead, the Home Witch sat up. She shrugged, then picked up the hat and put it back on her head.

"Qian Bao, you really didn't lie to me, right?"

The starry sky hat lowered a few tentacles, and cute eyes and a cute little mouth grew on those cute tentacles, confirming with such worry.

"Hmm, of course I didn't lie to you, Senpai, you will get better, I promise."

Dorothy gently patted the hat and said so seriously.

"Hmm."

The tentacles tapped lightly and then retracted.

And the Home Witch could feel that the hat on her head seemed to have fallen asleep.

This is quite rare. After all, since the two met, this seems to be the first time Hat Senpai has slept. She thought that because Hat Senpai's sleeping beauty-like body was always sleeping, she didn't need to sleep as an incarnation. It turns out she also sleeps.

But thinking about it, it is true that great joy and great sorrow can indeed make people exhausted. Sleep, it's quite good to sleep.

Dorothy gently stroked Hat Senpai, suddenly remembering that this Senpai seemed to be just a little girl in her twenties.

Although she herself is only sixteen this year, if you add up two lifetimes, she seems to be older than Senpai.

After realizing this, the Home Witch felt inexplicably complicated.

She soon shook her head and threw away the distracting thoughts in her mind.

Finally, it's peaceful now, and she should sort out the gains this time.

Dorothy looked up at the sky. Although she was still in the shrine at this time and could only see the ceiling when she looked up, she was actually looking at the small sun surrounded by the Three Kings Day in the sky.

That is the sun she created in the Witch's Night.

The Home Witch still hasn't understood why the things in that dream became reality, but since the end of the Witch's Night, she has always been able to feel the close connection between herself and that small sun.

That is the connection between the Sun God and the sun.

It's just that, although Dorothy has always had a feeling that she could borrow the power of the sun as long as she wanted, she has actually never dared to act rashly. After all, even if a novice driver bought a car and got a driver's license, he would still be a bit panicked when he really hit the road, fearing that he would hit something if he was not careful.

Alas, in terms of hitting and being hit, she really has some psychological shadows.

But it's fine now. The professional racing experience of the full set of racing gods has been loaded. Even a novice who has never driven before can become an old driver in seconds with this guide.

The Home Witch stretched out her hand, and the sunlight shining through the shrine window turned into a golden flame in her hand obediently. In that flame, a...

Well, a snow-white pigeon was curled up.

"Tsk, everyone else is a dance of the Golden Crow, why did it become a dance of pigeons when it reached me."

Dorothy mocked herself like this.

It's just that when the white pigeon in the sun fire opened its eyes, what was revealed was a pair of golden dragon pupils.

This was never a pigeon, but a real dragon.

Dragon of the White Night.

..... Pigeon dragon roaring....