Chapter 504 Azshara: Mother Sharon

Chapter 504 Azshara: Mother Sharon

"Some people have to go through countless bloody battles outside for this promotion potion, but you only need to sit at home and someone will deliver it to you. Little guy, you should be satisfied."

Hastur stroked Azshara's head and motioned for her to take the potion quickly.

Next to her, Sharon was also looking at Azshara quietly, and she also turned a blind eye to Azshara's look for help.

If you want to go further on this extraordinary path, you need to have strong willpower. If Azshara has always been like this, then it will never be able to go too far, even if its master can find it for what it needs. of potions.

"Meow."

Azshara, who knew that she could not avoid this time, let out the meow of sadness belonging to a kitten.

He licked the pleasure witch potion in the bowl cleanly, then closed his eyes, preparing to welcome his own transformation.

Originally, it wanted to hide in Sharon's arms, but Sharon refused.

After a while, Azshara's body began to tremble, and her whole body shivered, and the temperature in the room also dropped sharply.

Streams of light blue cold currents overflowed from Azshara's body. Wherever the cold current passed, frost grew everywhere, and then turned into ice.

Is this a normal promotion phenomenon?

Hastur looked at Sharon, seeking her answer.

Sharon just shook her head, indicating that she didn't know much about it.

But what is certain is that Azshara is not in any danger for the time being, and all vital signs are normal.

Hastur paid close attention to every subtle change in Azshara's body. Seeing that the cold current was spreading outside the house, he sealed the entire house to prevent the cold current from spreading and affecting the people living nearby.

As time went by, the ice in the room gradually changed from a thin layer to thick and hard, and was about to form ice cubes.

Azshara, who was in the center of the cold wave, began to change in her huddled body.

The originally black and slender hair on its body was falling off one by one. As the hair fell off, its body gradually became covered with a layer of ice, as if it was about to freeze itself.

Hastur specifically took a look at Azshara's current state and found that it was already asleep and sleeping soundly.

This heartless little lazy cat...

Hastur could not find a more suitable adjective to describe Azshara.

When Azshara's hair fell off, the layer of ice on her body expanded to more than half the size of Sharon.

Then, wisps of faint blue light emitted from the solid ice, first in wisps, then gradually into groups, and finally turned into a ball of light emitting dense blue light.

Is this about transforming into a human being?

Hastur had a clear understanding in his heart. According to the bloodline inheritance of the mysterious world, the source of all living things is human beings.

Giants, elves, demons, magic wolves, phoenixes, etc. are all variants of human blood.

When a creature embarks on an extraordinary path and gradually transforms into a higher sequence, it will gradually move closer to the source.

This is especially true for the path of the witch. They are all original children, and they will involuntarily move closer to the original witch.

This is the influence from the source of high-level beings on low-level extraordinary beings.

During the Witch Sequence, Azshara could already turn into a human, but she was unwilling to show it in front of people. Now, she could no longer control this transformation.

Seeing that it would take some time for Azshara to transform into a human, Hastur left the room first and asked Sharon to take care of her.

As soon as he left the room, Hastur found Butler Neil and asked him to send someone to buy clothes suitable for Azshara to wear.

From four or five years old to seventeen or eighteen years old, buy three sets of clothes for each age group so that Azshara can choose from them later.

Less than three minutes later, Hastur returned to the room. He didn't want to miss Azshara's "birthday".

When Azshara transforms into a human, today will be her birthday. From now on, we can celebrate her birthday at this time every year.

What makes Hastur more uncertain is how old Azshara will be when she becomes a human.

He privately believed that a five- or six-year-old girl would be cuter, and a girl of eleven or twelve would be acceptable. A girl of sixteen or seventeen would feel a bit weird to him. If she was in her early twenties, the weird feeling would be Even more intense.

After all, he himself is only twenty years old this year. He can't raise a daughter but also raise a mature woman who is older than himself, right?

According to the memory of browsing the Internet in a previous life, a cat's 20 years old is about 100 years old in a human, which is equivalent to one cat's year being equal to five human years.

Azshara is less than three years old, so she is twelve or thirteen years old, which is in line with Hastur's psychological expectations.

But there is also another algorithm. Each growth period of a cat corresponds to a different age in humans. For a kitten in the kitten stage, 1 month is equivalent to 1 human year, a 1-year-old kitten is equivalent to 15 years old, and a 2-year-old kitten is equivalent to 15 years old. A cat is equivalent to 24 years old in humans.

Calculated this way, Azshara's corresponding human age is about 28 years old.

This is what Hastur is more worried about. He does not want Azshara to become the second Lady Germani.

Seeing Hastur's nervous look, Sharon unconsciously had a faint smile on her lips.

Now Hasta is like a father standing outside the delivery room in the hospital, anxiously and uneasily waiting for the birth of his child.

Sensing Sharon's appraising gaze, Hasta looked sideways at Sharon, opened his mouth, said a word silently, and blinked.

That means: If I am Azshara's father, then you are her mother.

Sharon's cheeks couldn't help but blush. She turned sideways and stopped looking at Hastur. She just looked at Azshara who was still frozen, feeling a little strange.

About fifteen minutes later, the room began to warm up, the frost that had been formed just now began to melt, and the ice on Azshara's body was also melting away little by little.

When the ice melted, what appeared in front of Hastur and Sharon was a naked girl sitting on the ground with her hands wrapped around her legs, her head resting on her arms, and her skin color was like snow.

She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with long black hair that fell smoothly and straight down to her waist. A black cat tail that had not yet disappeared was swaying gently in the hair, playing with her hair flexibly.

Her facial features are outstanding. If you look closely, she looks a bit like Sharon, a smaller version of Sharon.

Hastur specifically looked at Sharon several times, and there was probably a three-quarter image of her, and a two-quarter image of himself.

"You haven't gone out to get your clothes yet."

Sharon seemed to be holding back her shame when she said this, because she also found that Azshara looked a bit like herself and Hastur.

Knowing that Azshara subconsciously wanted to look like herself and Hastur, she transformed into such a face.

"It's really like the two of us."

Hasta sighed with emotion before going out to find Butler Neil to get three suitable sets of clothes.

When Hastur walked into the room again, Azshara was already hiding on the bed, pulling the big quilt around herself to block herself tightly. Several choking and sobbing sounds could be faintly heard from inside the quilt.

It’s not as crooked anymore, is that all?

Hastur put down his clothes and looked at Sharon sitting beside the bed with an inquiring gaze.

"She just couldn't think about it for the moment." Sharon's voice made Azshara's sobbing movements more obvious under the quilt.

"It's good to just think of raising a daughter." Hasta whispered, looked at Sharon and said, "Sharon, you have to take good care of our child."

The shyness that Sharon had just suppressed turned into red clouds and climbed up. Hasta left the room with a relatively brisk pace, leaving Sharon alone in the room to persuade Azshara.

The sound of closing the door sounded. Sharon calmed down and the blush on her face faded again. Then she gently opened a corner of the quilt and looked inside at the watery, red Azshara with tears in her eyes. She gently stroked her head, silently. Comforting.

After a while, Azshara, who seemed to have figured it out, raised her head, looked at Sharon, who had a rare gentle look on her face, and shouted out the first words she said when she became a human.

"Mom Sharon."

"?!"

Sharon's gentle facial expression suddenly froze, her pupils narrowed and then dilated, and the hand caressing Azshara's head stopped in mid-air.

Even after taking deep breaths several times, he still didn't recover from Azshara's name.

"Azshara, you can't call me that." Sharon said almost word for word.

"Why? Mom Sharon?"

"..."

What Sharon was about to say was shattered by this simple and bold address.

She regretted a little that she shouldn't have stayed in this house. She should have let Hastur coax the baby by herself just now.

"Mom, mother, is a very sacred word. It refers to the existence that gives you a new life in the world." Sharon tried her best to suppress the strangeness in her heart and explained seriously, trying to change Azshara's name for herself.

"Mother Sharon, the master just said that I am the child of both of you."

"..."

Faced with Azshara's naive and timid appearance, like a newly born kitten fearful of the new world, Sharon was really unable to resist.

In the end, she could only say with a straight face: "You can only call me Miss Sharon or Sister Sharon."

"Mom Sharon, don't you want me anymore?"

Azshara's blue eyes became watery again, and her hands were still holding Sharon's sleeves tightly.

"..." Sharon was silent for a while, "Get up and get dressed first."

"I won't."

"I teach you."

"Thank you, Mom Sharon."

"..."

By the time Sharon led Azshara out of the room, more than two hours had passed.

During this time, Sharon not only had to teach Azshara about dressing up, but also how to walk properly instead of just crawling on the floor like a kitten.

The most important thing is that she had to face Azshara's sweet and clingy "Sharon's mother", which made her take a deep breath several times to restrain herself. The puppet potion in her body was digested much faster. It can be completely digested within a few weeks.

Such a change made Sharon herself dumbfounded, but in the end she kept a straight face, suppressed the surging thoughts in her heart, and walked out of the room with Azshara, who was clutching her right hand tightly.