Chapter 1265 The Imprisoned Little Fairy

Three hours later, Weilin and Xuemiya returned to the sky above the ruins of the Bone Tower.

Turning the projection of the demiplane condensed by magic, Xuemiya said softly: "Although the power of death has been completely eliminated and the magic cycle has been restored, it will take another hundred years to make this demiplane suitable for growing magic potions."

Upon hearing this, Weilin said, "A hundred years is a bit too long. How about I use it as a laboratory for you?"

Xuemiya shook her head and refused, "My research does not require such a large laboratory."

"Is it big?"

This demiplane is only 4,113 square kilometers, not even one percent of the Cecilia demiplane.

"Not as good as the best, but better than the worst."

Xuemiya rolled her eyes at Weilin, looking somewhat helpless.

According to statistics made by a legendary high-level elemental mage, demiplanes with an area between ten square kilometers and one thousand square kilometers account for ninety-eight percent.

Nineteen thousandths of the demiplane is between one thousand square kilometers and ten thousand square kilometers.

The demiplane between 10,000 square kilometers and 100,000 square kilometers accounts for 90,000ths.

A demiplane of more than 100,000 square kilometers occupies one ten-thousandth.

Since it involves personal strength and secrets, and the statistics are from thousands of years ago, there are some errors, but it is enough to show the rarity of this demiplane.

Weilin suddenly thought of something and said, "Why don't I let my uncle use me as a laboratory and let him owe me a big favor? This way, when I come to him in the future, he will have no reason to refuse."

"Aren't you afraid that your uncle will hide in the demiplane every day and you won't even be able to see him?"

Upon hearing this, Weilin waved his hand and responded with a smile: "Don't worry, I have a countermeasure."

"Then it's up to you."

Seeing this, Xuemiya didn't say anything else.

"Okay, let's go to the next demiplane and take a look."

A channel of flowing light emerged, and Weilin walked in first.

"What kind of countermeasures are they? Has Weilin learned some little secrets about my uncle?"

Keeping her doubts in her heart, Xuemiya followed.

……

In a magic potion plantation, two goblins, with their tired bodies, were tending to the precious magic potion plant in front of them.

"Hurry up, don't be lazy."

A unicorn bat waved the iron whip in its hand and lashed the goblin on the back, causing a roar.

The two goblins could only endure the severe pain silently and began to cast spells to extract the negative emotions from the potion plant and increase its speed of absorbing magic power.

The unicorn bat looked at the two goblins who were desperately casting spells, rolled his eyes, and his appetite was aroused again.

"Why don't we find a chance to eat another one? Anyway, the master hasn't come to inspect for three hundred days and nights. It's reasonable for a few goblins to die in such a long time."

After making up its mind, the unicorn bat supervised for a while, waved its wings, and left to prepare the auxiliary ingredients for cooking.

As a horned bat who has escaped from low taste, under the influence of his master, he has become an expert in cooking goblins.

At the thought of the delicious meat, the unicorn bat felt hot all over and even felt pain.

"No, it hurts, there is..."

Looking at the flames burning on its body, the unicorn bat was about to shout, but it was burned into black ashes and blown away by the wind.

A misty soul emerged and was annihilated just before being taken away by the River Styx.

Falling to the ground, Weilin looked at Xuemiya who had suddenly attacked, with a hint of confusion on his face, somewhat at a loss as to what was going on.

"This is a unicorn bat, from the shadow world, an evil race that likes to devour fairies." Xuemiya retracted her strength and explained.

"That person deserves to be killed."

Weilin has a good impression of the goblins.

If that is the case, then all the unicorn bats in this demiplane have no need to exist.

With a thought, a magic circle emerged, and three hundred low-level golden death followers appeared in the potion-growing manor.

Before giving the order, Weilin turned to look at Xuemiya and asked, "Do you need some unicorn bats as experimental materials?"

After hearing this suggestion, Xuemiya thought for a moment and said, "Leave a hundred."

Upon hearing this, Weilin turned to look at the three hundred low-level gold death followers who were waiting for orders, and ordered, "Capture one hundred unicorn bats, and kill all the others, including their souls."

The three hundred death followers received the order, saluted respectfully, and then turned into black light pillars and flew in all directions.

With the blessing of Weilin, the Lord of the Demiplane, the three hundred death followers gained the ability to fly for a short period of time.

At this moment, the two little goblins who were trying to cast a spell were suddenly shrouded by a dark shadow. They were so scared that they trembled and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Xuemia quickly reached out and caught the two little goblins.

"Sister, are we going to meet the ancestors?"

"Don't be afraid, your sister is here with you."

The two little goblins hugged each other, closed their eyes, and welcomed the arrival of death.

"It's so cute."

Xuemia sent two gentle forces into the bodies of the fairies to replenish their magic power.

Hearing the kind goblin language, the two little goblins opened their eyes, and seeing that it was not the scary black orc, their trembling bodies slowly calmed down.

Weilin came to Xuemiya's side, looked at the two little elves in her palms, and poked them with some curiosity.

Feeling the touch, the two little fairies began to shiver again and hugged each other tighter.

"Am I that terrible?"

Weilin withdrew his hand and muttered to himself.

"You just left the dangerous environment, so you may still feel uncomfortable. It will be fine after a while."

At this point, Xuemiya suddenly thought of something and continued, "Why don't you let Mina come and appease these little goblins."

"it is good."

Weilin nodded in agreement, then opened the passage, reached in, and prepared to catch the dream fairy out.

In the Cecilia demiplane, the tree man Philo looked at the familiar scene and, as usual, fiddled with the branches to remind Mina.

After touching the itchy area, Mina turned over and continued to sleep.

Seeing this, Philo retracted the branch, watched Mina being captured, and then continued to appreciate nature.

"As expected, this lazy bug is sleeping again." Looking at Mina who was sleeping soundly, Weilin said helplessly.

Hearing Weilin's shameless words, Xuemiya rolled her eyes at him and then woke up Mina.

Waking up from the dream, Mina rubbed her eyes and looked around in confusion. When she saw Weilin, she immediately woke up, flapped her wings, and left his palm.

"Weilin, Sister Xuemiya, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Your name..."

A smile appeared on Xuemiya's face, and she said in a gentle voice: "Mina, there are some fairies here who need you to heal their hearts."