Chapter 22 Night Witch 2

"Please collect it! The soul is light!"

The girl fell on the big** covered with crimson sheets, and the alchemist rode on her. The only tulle on the girl's body has long been a fragment. She is not a inch, and her chest is proudly firm, like ripe purple grapes emitting a seductive sweet fragrance. The girl's red eyes were full of blurred moisture, and she struggled under the alchemist and twisted her waist and buttocks.

"Touch me, alchemist, kiss me." She couldn't wait to order.

The alchemist's hand slid down her perfect abdomen and touched a cluster of thick and wet hair at the bottom. Yes, oh, that's it." The woman's cry gradually became loud. She struggled to stand up in waves, put her arms around his neck, and urged in his ear, "Come in, I want you."

She groped and grabbed the alchemist's trousers, intending to untie his belt. But his belt seemed to be a cast chain, and she couldn't pull it at all. Take it off!" She ordered angrily.

The alchemist obediently removed his hands kneading her chest and kissed her while untiing his belt. Every order of her is like a golden rule to him. The value of his life is to obey all her requirements. He is willing to obey her orders and then be fascinated by the fragrance on her body... a cobweb intertwined with roses and poppies.

"Come on, hurry up." The woman kept muttering. She put her legs around him, as strong as steel. She twisted under him like a water snake, rubbing and stimulating his desire. Her nails scratched on his back, and the pain turned into excitement.

The alchemist was sweating all over and gasping hurriedly. Every moan of her sounded to him like a fierce offensive horn, and the belt on his trousers was the only obstacle to his struggle. But a thin cowhide belt seems to have become an invincible wall at this time, and it can't be pushed down no matter how hard it is pulled.

"Oh, damn it!" The woman cursed with a flushed face and had to reach out to help. They are in a hurry and can't make rules.

In the struggle with the belt, the alchemist accidentally touched something. It was a thumb-sized wedge stone, which seemed to freeze all his enthusiasm in an instant. The beehive was removed, and the roar lost its magic. He heard the sound of the sea tide beating against the cliff, the rustling of the curtains, and the ** moan of the woman under him. Similarly, he also felt that her body was hot, and every twist she gave him great pleasure. His hand suddenly stopped.

I... I was controlled by her, and Leo suddenly woke up. He clutched the wedge stone in his hand tightly. Thank God.

"Don't stop, come on, I want it." The night witch urged under him.

Her skin is smooth and shiny, emitting a charming color under the moon. Every inch of her skin and every part is so touching. There is no denying that she is a natural beauty. Leo bent down and found her lips again. Her lips and teeth are fragrant, which is completely different from Rosie's scorching breath, which is even more irresistible. But he never forgets that she is a night witch, a monster. His technique is more skillful than before, but she has no doubt. She is extremely confident and enjoys his caress very much. Then...

Then he grabbed her throat.

Her eyes were wide open, and after a moment of confusion, she showed fear.

The night witch panicked and struggled to breathe every minute of air. You...how can you..."

" As you can see, your charm has lost its effect." He smiled and nodded to her, "I'm well prepared."

His right hand gradually tightened, and the night witch grabbed his wrist with both hands and struggled. But she is a night witch, not a black ape monster that grows by strength. She almost suffocated.

"Would you let me go?" She squeezed out an ugly smile and tried her best to make herself look pitiful. My love?" She is still trying to show her charm, "Don't waste your effort." The alchemist told her. Her struggle began to be weak. The suffocation finally made her lose her composure. No, let go, let go of me! I order you to let go!"

The magic suddenly began to resonate, more violently than before. Her hair is flying randomly, everything in the room is buzzing, and every grain of dust is vibrating. It seemed that in an instant, everything around them began to collapse. The wooden wardrobe seemed to be eaten and rotten by termites, and the exquisite clothes inside were scattered on the ground; the bronze statue fell to the ground in shaking, cracking into pieces like porcelain; above their heads, the ceiling creaked, sprinkled a lot of dust and gravel... The bed under them broke in a click, and the curtain fell down. , covered them.

The wedge stone in the hands of the alchemist also trembled and mourned in the roaring magic torrent, like this old palace that seemed to be about to collapse. Every second, the wedges become as fragile as the palace, and he doesn't know how long they can last. He doesn't know how long the night witch can last.

In the surging of magic, it keeps setting off higher and more violent waves. He looked at the other party, and the night witch's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, with pure hatred and desperate madness. With a bang, a palace wall has collapsed. He doesn't want to die with the night witch, let alone take risks. The wedge stone that has produced cracks in his hand is the only basis for him to compete with charm and stay awake.

At the moment before the ceiling above his head was about to fall, he loosened his hand that held the night witch's neck and jumped down from **. He rolled up his sword, rushed out of the door quickly and ran along the collapsed stone steps. Along the way, the walls collapsed, the stone slabs fell and the dusty, but he finally escaped before the palace collapsed.

The alchemist supported his knees with his hands and gasped for breath. His throat was burning and sore, and his legs were sore and weak. He stood in the courtyard and heard the night witch screaming with anger, and then the old palace collapsed in front of him, and the dust was like a tsunami, which engulfed him in an instant.

Li Ou coughed several times and came out of the diffuse dust. He looked up at the palace behind him. The old palace wall finally ended its life and turned into a stone ruin. The night witch was under the heavy bricks and died. But she must not be dead yet. He is extremely sure that her magic makes him nervous and can protect her well. It's just that she still needs time to come out of the ruins. He had to find her sleeping coffin - her real boudoir before she came to him.

The courtyard is full of weeds, and the dust covers all the footprints. But the night witch is naturally afraid of the sun, otherwise she will not be crowned with the name of night. Her boudoir must not see the sun all year round, and no one will set foot on it. The dry well and the tomb where the owner of the old palace are her ideal residence. A well has long been filled with stone and wood. He jumped up the steps and almost circled around the old palace. Finally, he found a stone dog with two heads cut off on the side facing the sea. A boat-shaped pattern is engraved on the base of the stone dog. This is a good place. When dawn comes, the darkness will have nowhere to hide.

The alchemist walked in without hesitation. There is not much time left for him, but there is still a long time before dawn. He knew that he might not have such a good opportunity again. Never let the night witch sleep peacefully, otherwise all his efforts will be in the end.

The tomb is not very large. There are three sarcophagus in the left and right rows. In the innermost part, the lid of a separate sarcophagus is pushed to one side. The sarcophagus is covered with silk and feather cushions, and everything looks brand-new. As he expected, he found a gold pendant under the silk mat of the night witch. It seems that there are always some real elements in the rumors.

The alchemist put away the pendant. He thought for a moment and bent down to hold the lid of the sarcophagus. The effect of the medicine began to decline, and he could hardly move heavy stones. But he finally dragged it up the stone steps and pulled it out of the tomb. As soon as he finished doing this, he heard the cry of the night witch.

The cold and mixed murderous hatred is so strong that the alchemists who only hear the sound are frightened. He can't imagine how strong the murderous intention he has to face when facing her. He was timid before he fought, but he soon remembered the teachings of the female swordsman. He took a deep breath, his breath gradually calmed down, and then raised the sword in his hand to stimulate the rune imprint. The body of the sword is a silver light, as if it is integrated with the moonlight.

In this quiet moonlight, the night witch ran towards him like a leopard. When she ran, she was silent, and every step on the ground spread black flames under her feet. There was a burning mark behind her.

Her breathing, her smell, her voice, and her movements all have a terrible impact. Her anger makes people dance because of her emotions, and others will be hostile to anyone because of her hatred. The alchemist couldn't help but be glad that he was the only one facing the banshee. Her voice went straight into his ears with the magic blowing like a strong wind. I'm going to kill you." Her anger exploded in his ear. I want you to die in great pain."

"Let's wait and see."

"You, you will no longer have bliss. I will kill you, kill you."

"You should ask for more blessings."

In the roar of the night witch, Leo clenched the wedge stone and went upstream in the torrent of magic. The silver sword danced a sword flower to confuse the other party. The night witch was unmoved, and her fingertips suddenly shot a pure black light arrow. The light arrow is fast and urgent, and it is almost indistinguishable in the dark. He avoided one, but the other one that followed hit him in the left shoulder and penetrated it. The pain, more severe than expected, surrounded him. The wound seems to be a group of fire ants gnawing, biting little by little, and constantly injecting venom. He could hardly hold the sword in his hand and almost fainted in pain.

"I said you have to die--" The night witch raised her fingertips. Another light arrow burst out from her fingertips. He could only watch it penetrate his left arm, as if the bone had been ripped off by a shark. He shouted, knelt down weakly, and the wedge stone rolled down from his palm.

"Ah, it turned out to be this thing. I said - alchemist, I really underestimated you." She said coldly. The black light arrow at her fingertips is extremely pure malice - it comes from the gift of the devil. The light arrow smashed the wedge-shaped stone.

The night witch smiled with a proud smile on her face. She swayed her waist and walked towards him. She was still enchanting and gorgeous. But in Leo's eyes, she was no longer beautiful, and he only saw the deepest evil.

She squatted down in front of the alchemist, and her private parts were clearly visible in his eyes. She licked the corners of her mouth, stroked the ** of her body with one hand, and raised the alchemist's head with the other. I said, I will let you die in pain." She no longer showed charm, but pierced his body and limbs with more light arrows.

The body has become close to numb, and the pain has long been felt. Leo felt that his consciousness was getting out of his body and flying higher and higher. He heard the night witch laughing in front of him. He gathered all his strength to outline the French seal.

The laughter of the night witch stopped abruptly. She was picked up by the wind and hit the stone dog in the grave. Her head made the closest contact with the stone dog's head, making a creepy sound. She completely fainted.

Li Ou stood up with difficulty. The sea breeze mixed with the fishy smell of the sea came to the face, dispelling the strong fragrance of flowers. He walked towards the night witch and stabbed to the ground. He gasped violently and crawled little by little. On the way, he found the sword. He put his sword against the girl's throat and lowered his head to check her eyes. Her eyes were blood red and cloudy. She won't wake up soon.

The alchemist sat on the stone dog, tore off his trousers, pulled them into bandages, and tied them to the wounds of his hands and feet. Every wound was the size of a thumb and bleeding. He knew that he didn't have much time.

Leo struggled to drag the girl to the lid of the sarcophagus and put her hands folded on the top of his head. Then he held the sword and recited several three-syllable spells. The rune imprint was activated sequentially and became as dazzling as a light ball, covering the full moon in the sky. He knelt down and raised his sword, pointed it at the girl's hands, and stabbed the sword with all his strength. The sword penetrated her hands, pierced the slate, and penetrated the slate and soil under her feet until there was no handle.

She won't break free. Li Ou was completely relieved.

Then, he fell down next to the girl and fainted...

Soon after, the first ray of dawn passed through the clouds.