"Everyone, please sit down." Motoko also greeted.
"Come and sit with me." Originally, Yuanzi motioned to Shifanling to sit higher, but Shifanling asked Meng Li to come over.
Meng Li felt a little embarrassed when he shouted like this. Originally, she was an insignificant person and planned to sit at the bottom. Now that he shouted like this, she was too embarrassed to brush him off, so she acted shamelessly. Went over and sat next to him.
Yuanzi and Miss Zhi sat together, Shizhi was also next to Miss Zhi, and next to Shifanling was Po Luo, and the rest of the shamans were sitting below.
Xing Xiu: "..."
Logically speaking, he should sit next to Shi Fan Ling, which is consistent with his status.
Shifanling really doesn't give any face to this person.
"Sit." Yuanzi called to Xing Xiu, but Xing Xiu could only sit at the bottom reluctantly and aggrievedly, sitting with the witches and grandmothers.
The position was fixed, and Miss Zhi got up again to make tea and pour tea for everyone, while Poluo always looked at Shizhi from time to time.
Seeing this, Yuanzi said directly: "Poluo, that's her."
"Yeah." Po Luo remained expressionless.
"Come and have a look," she said again.
Shizhi was a little confused. He looked at Miss Zhi and then at Meng Li, as if waiting for them to speak. Shizhi only felt that the shaman looked scary, ugly, and unfamiliar, so he didn't dare to approach easily.
When Po Luo saw that Shi Zhi refused to go over, he lowered his eyelids expressionlessly and said nothing else.
Now Shi Zhi is with Miss Zhi, so Meng Li feels that he is not qualified to speak, so he doesn't say anything. Miss Zhi glances at Meng Li and then says to Shi Zhi: "You go ahead."
"It's okay." She added.
Shizhi then stood up nervously, passed from behind Motoko, and walked to Po Luo. Po Luo was sitting and Shi Zhi was standing. Po Luo looked at her like this without saying a word. Zhi felt a little anxious in his heart.
Especially when he heard Po Luo's rough, cow-like breathing, Shizhi couldn't help but frown.
"Squat down." Poluo said after a long time.
Shizhi squatted down silently, and Po Luo stretched out her extremely rough hands to cover Shizhi's forehead. She rubbed it back and forth, and the rough skin touched Shizhi's smooth skin, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She subconsciously hid, and Po Luo snorted: "What are you hiding from?"
"It hurts." Shizhi said aggrievedly.
When Meng Li saw Shi Zhi like this, he felt that she was indeed a little aggrieved, and couldn't help but frown. This Po Luo looked a little weird, and the entire witch clan looked weird.
She couldn't help but glance at the long horns on Po Luo's head. Because she was sitting taller than others, the horns on her head were not in the way.
"This is called pain." Po Luo said lightly.
"Miss Zhi poured tea for everyone and walked to Shizhi. Miss Zhi has always been in the form of a child. She stood about the same height as Shizhi squatting. She looked at Shizhi's red forehead and felt a little embarrassed, but seeing Motoko remained silent, so she could only say to Tokieda:
"Don't be afraid, Po Luo won't hurt you."
"to beat."
"Okay, I understand." Shizhi glanced at Meng Li aggrievedly, perhaps expecting Meng Li to help say something.
But Meng Li didn't say anything.
"Lower your head." Po Luo said again.
Shi Zhi lowered his head obediently, and Po Luo put his hand on Shi Zhi's head, seemingly with great force. Meng Li watched as Shi Zhi's shoulders were pressed down by her little by little.
"It hurts." Tokichi shouted again.
Meng Li could feel that Po Luo used strength in it, otherwise ordinary compression would never be like this.
"It hurts." Shizhi shouted again. She now felt that there was a thousand pounds of weight on her head, and her neck and body were about to be squeezed together.
Meng Li had a vague feeling about what Po Luo was doing, but she couldn't say it accurately. If it was what she thought roughly, then Zhi girl Motoko would not care about Shizhi.
At least she and Shizhi still had a kind of friendship, but just when she was about to speak, Shi Fanling beside her stretched out her hand and pulled her, then shook his head at her, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Drink." Shifanling said.
With Shifanling's attitude, Meng Li couldn't say anything else. Just when Shi Zhi's head was pressed against her abdomen by Po Luo, Po Luo finally let go of her hand. As soon as she let go, Shi Zhi fell down. On the ground, Meng Li felt a little distressed when he saw tears on her face and dense sweat. But since he didn't say anything just now, there was no need to say anything now.
Everything she said always seemed hypocritical, and she felt guilty. After all, everyone present was silent and did not help her, but everyone present knew that she was not in danger.
Miss Zhi probably had the same idea as Meng Li, and couldn't say anything. Po Luo said, "Go over and sit down."
Miss Zhi gave Shizhi a hand, and she stood up, then went over and sat down. After a while, she no longer looked as energetic as before, but instead had a look of exhaustion on her face, and eyes full of grievances.
She glanced at Meng Li aggrievedly, and Meng Li responded with an apologetic look and nodded slightly.
"Thank you for your hard work, Po Luo. Let me offer you a drink." Shi Fanling raised the tea cup, and Po Luo immediately picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. Seeing this, Miss Zhi went to pour tea for Po Luo again.
Po Luo turned to look at Shifanling, who said: "Drink slowly, speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."
"There's no rush." Po Luo also said.
They were not in a hurry, but Miss Zhi and Motoko were.
Miss Zhi, in particular, was much more out of control than Motoko. She kept winking at Motoko. After all, there were people in their group who became the hosts of Devouring Death, such as Wen Zhi.
Miss Yuan Zizhi was so anxious that she slowly and politely asked: "Po Luo, I also read it, what should I say?"
"She's not." Po Luo just said coldly.
After she finished speaking, everyone fell silent. Seeing this, Po Luo added: "She can't."
She wasn't, she couldn't, and Tokieda felt like she was being completely denied in a sense.
Although she wasn't quite sure what she was being denied, she had this intuition that made her feel even more aggrieved. She was the one who suffered, and she was the one who was denied.
Yuanzi frowned slightly and asked Poluo, "Why?"
“She was born with a mission.”
Po Luo turned to look at Shi Fan Ling and asked, "Really?"
Shi Fanling raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled and said, "It's not up to me to decide whether you have a mission or not."
"Is it like this at the beginning of birth?" Po Luo asked.
Shi Fanling said: "It never changed anything about her."
"This is what happened naturally, Shizhi, have I done anything to you?" Shifanling looked at Shizhi.
Facing Shifanling's indifferent look, which was like looking at a stranger, Shizhi felt a little uncomfortable. She lowered her head and whispered, "No."
"That's it." Shi Fanling looked back.
Po Luo still said the same thing: "She can't."