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.

a black cloak with a black veil covering her

Denise Green, the Three-circled Wizard from

immediately recognized

the magic car as if

pointed at Philia in the passenger seat, then

Noland as if to tell him

his encounter with Denise and wondered whether it was a coincidence or if she was waiting for him on

down a little and cast

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

closed; Denise sat down on the back seat, and the torch in her left hand

face, revealing

at Noland through the rearview mirror, her

wizard. I am Denise Green. I can heal Philia’s injuries. After that, I

warmth, as if he was not in

Denise through

Denise. As long as you heal Philia, I

Denise nodded slightly.

“Hm.”

hands towards Philia, who was sitting in the

with a delicate pink

ten fingers gently pressed on Philia’s

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

beginning of life, the threads of fate are

that should break but do not, nourish the lamp of

fingertips disappeared into Philia’s skull, and the pain on her face vanished. Her pale

Deconstruction, refreshed Philia’s Personal Panel, and glanced at her status