Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 330: 127. Accompanying Witch_3

At this point, the only way to go was to speed up and quickly reach Union City.

Thinking about the level of “Mental Trauma” increasing every 30 minutes, Noland Lee felt anxious and wished he could add a rocket booster to the magic car.

The magic car accelerated continuously, heading straight for Union City and leaving the double-winged mutants far behind.

Noland Lee looked away from the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, and focused on driving the magic car through the sky.

From time to time, painful groans were heard from Philia inside the car.

After considering for a moment, Noland gritted his teeth and fetched a Life Elixir from the Blood Haven for Philia.

The Life Elixir was of no effect.

It was specifically designed for physical injuries, which had no impact on mental trauma.

Noland sighed in his heart.

Now he could only step on the gas and hurry back to Union City.

Time slowly passed, and the magic car raced through the sky.

Philia’s body convulsed in her seat, uttering frightened cries in her coma, as if she were fighting demons in her dreams.

Noland glanced at her panel; the “Psychic Trauma” would level up in three minutes, but they were still at least 40 minutes away from Union City.

As he felt anxious, a strange figure appeared in the distant grassland.

It was a woman.

black cloak with a black veil covering her face, holding a dimly lit

was Denise Green, the Three-circled

recognized

pale arm at the magic car as if trying

left hand and pointed at Philia in the passenger

slightly at Noland as if to

wondered whether it was

thought, he slowed down a little and

Points to make sure she was indeed Denise Green herself, rather than a mental magic creation by Samuelson, then stopped the magic car in

closed; Denise sat down on the back seat, and

veil from her face, revealing a sharp

the rearview mirror, her pale golden eyes

injuries. After that, I would like to have a private conversation

Denise spoke, Noland felt wrapped in a subtle warmth, as if he was not in the car but

Denise

As long as you heal Philia, I will have a private conversation

Denise nodded slightly.

“Hm.”

towards Philia, who was sitting in the front passenger

fingers were flawless and crystal clear, with a delicate pink

gently

woman’s whispered chant, Denise’s fingertips emitted a faint yellow

life, the threads of fate

break but do not, nourish the

skull, and the pain on her face vanished. Her pale cheeks regained their rosy hue, and her breath became steady

cast Deconstruction, refreshed Philia’s Personal Panel, and glanced at