The Dangerous Test

What the hell?

Morty was dumbfounded. This girl… Is her brain not working well?

"Are you sure?"

Rebecca blushed even more, but the smile on her face deepened.

"Why? You're a man, aren't you? Why are you so shy?"

"You said so yourself." Morty was also angry. If a woman didn't mind, what was there to be afraid of as a man?

As he spoke, he reached out to take off his pants.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't, don't, don't." Rebecca was shocked and quickly waved her hand to stop him. "I'm joking. I won't look anymore, I won't look anymore…"

Only then did Morty understand. He knew that this little girl was a coward when it came to actual actions.

"Tell me, why are you looking for me?"

Rebecca came back to her senses and remembered the important matter she wanted to tell him. She hurriedly said, "Hurry up and demonstrate how these corns attack."

"I don't know," Morty shrugged. "I really don't know."

That was the truth. The previous few times it happened, he had no warning before the corn started to attack.

Wait a minute.

Morty suddenly thought of a problem.

The previous few times the corn attacked, they all happened when he was in danger. Was it possible to say that these corns were protecting their master?

Morty voiced his thoughts.

Rebecca's eyes lit up. "In other words, when you're attacked or in danger, the corn will attack?"

"Then it should be—"

Before Morty could finish, a black shadow flashed in front of him and a slender palm landed heavily on his cheek.

PA!---

The unexpected slap stunned Morty. He stared blankly at Rebecca, who had a nervous expression on her face.

"What are you doing?"

Rebecca's little head shook left and right as she muttered, "There's no movement here. Should I beat you harder?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand again, eager to give it a try.

"Stop!"

Morty immediately shouted to stop her. If this experiment continued, he would probably turn into a pig's head.

"Why don't you just shoot fireballs at me?" Morty made a suggestion, before asking worriedly, "You should be able to control it, right?"

"Don't worry!" Rebecca patted her chest proudly. "I'm a genius."

"Genius my *ss." Morty rolled his eyes. This girl almost ruined his home yesterday, and she had the nerve to say such things today.

The two of them came to the open space outside the cornfield. They were about ten meters apart. Morty waved his hand. "That's enough."

"Alright!" Rebecca put away her playful expression and her pretty face became serious, which was a rare sight. She raised her right arm and pointed at Morty, shouting, "Fireball!"

A red light gathered at her fingertips, and then a fist-sized fireball flashed out.

Morty couldn't help but be a little lost in thought. It wasn't that he hadn't seen this scene before, but it was only limited to television. When magic really appeared before his eyes, it was still very shocking.

"Alright, come on."

A fist-sized fireball could burn through a solid wooden door. It should be able to easily kill him. This was definitely a life-and-death threat.

Whether the corn would protect its master or not would depend on this experiment.

However, Rebecca didn't seem to have any intention of attacking. She lowered her head and muttered, "Isn't it a little too small? Why don't we add some magic power in? Just a little. It'll be fine."

As she spoke, she infused her magic power again. The fireball trembled and began to slowly expand.

On the other side of the field, Morty sensed that something was wrong.

"Am I imagining things? That fireball seems to have grown a little bigger…"

At first, it was only the size of a fist. Why did it feel like it was the size of a bowl now?

Morty thought that he was seeing things. He rubbed her eyes, and when he looked at the fireball again, his eyeballs almost popped out from its socket.

A fireball the size of a head appeared in his sight, and it was still expanding.

"Rebecca! Stop!" Morty immediately shouted. Did this girl want to take his life?

Little did he know that Rebecca was currently concentrating on controlling the fireball. Her attention was distracted by his shout, and in an instant, the fireball began to tremble violently.

"Oh no!"

Rebecca's face paled. In the next second, the fireball flew out uncontrollably toward Morty.

"Quickly dodge!"

Morty's brain went numb. The huge fireball had yet to approach, but he could already feel the terrifying heat wave, making his mouth dry.

'F*ck!'

Morty cursed and turned to run, cursing in her heart.

"I knew this wretched girl was unreliable… Sh*t— This fireball is following me?!"

Morty's pupils shrunk. The fireball behind him seemed to have its own consciousness. It followed behind him and rushed over at an extremely fast speed.

At this point, Morty could only pray silently. Hoping that his theory was right. 'My dear corn, you must be awesome!'

Perhaps the corns had heard his prayers. The corn stalks in the field began to shake violently.

Rebecca's flustered expression immediately turned into surprise when she saw this.

As she watched, a few stalks of corn fell off the stalks and flew toward the fireball behind Morty.

BANG!

A violent explosion rang out, and the terrifying air blast sent Morty flying. He fell to the ground in a sorry state, but the huge fireball also dissipated, leaving only a few sparks in the air that gradually dimmed.

Ignoring the pain in his body, Morty gritted his teeth and stood up, muttering, "Damn, my luck is really good…"

He didn't expect that the corn would really protect its owner. Didn't that mean that he could rest easy in the future?

What zombie army, what magical beasts, they were all trash!

Of course, this thought only flashed past his mind. At this moment, he was more concerned about the loss of the cornfield.

He turned around and saw Rebecca hugging a corn stalk with a surprised expression as if she was hugging some treasure.

Morty's face darkened. He quickly stepped forward and knocked her head hard. "Wretched girl. Is this what you meant by being able to control it?"

"Aiya, it was a mistake." Rebecca held her head, looking aggrieved.

"Your mistake almost cost me my life!" Morty was really angry. If the corn didn't protect its master, he would have been burned to ashes. The danger that he doesn't want to imagine.

"I… I know I was wrong." Rebecca said coquettishly. Seeing that Morty was still angry, she blinked and pouted her pink lips.

"How about this? I'll let you kiss me once and in return you'll forget about it, okay?"

Morty was stunned. Looking at the girl's red and full lips, an impulse surged in her heart.

"Really?"

"Aiya, you're so slow." As Rebecca spoke, she took the initiative to walk forward and urged him with a pout, "Are you going to kiss me or not? If not, I'm leaving."

Upon hearing this, Morty no longer hesitated. He hugged her and sealed her pink lips with his big mouth.

Rebecca obviously had no experience in kissing and thought that kissing was just a simple exchange of lips.

It wasn't until Morty's tongue pried open her lips and wantonly sucked her soft little tongue that she came back to her senses. Her watery eyes widened and she patted Morty's shoulder.

After a long time, Morty finally let her go. Rebecca's face was flushed, and she panted as she glared at him with some blame. "You almost killed me."

Morty chuckled and did not reply. He was still savoring the taste of the girl's mouth.

Leona, who was hiding in the dark, had a clear view of this scene. A strong sense of danger filled her heart.

That guy, Morty, seemed to be more interested in this girl. Through this way, the Guild of Magic would definitely obtain the corn cultivation method. And when danger arose, the kingdom would have less say on these plants in front of the Guild of Magic.

No!

As a member of the Royal Guards, she could not watch the opportunity to make the kingdom powerful fall into the hands of other forces!

If that girl could give so much, then what was there to be afraid of?