Chapter 65 Night Witch

"Collect~~~~Thousands, gods!"

The prince did not realize that the danger was close at hand.

He groped and raged on Nianta. Use your fat hands to swim on the tender and smooth skin like milk, leaving one fingerprint after another. The youthful body ignited him with a tyrannical impulse. In other words, his brutality has never been eliminated. Nianta's resistance further fueled his fierceness.

"I am the king, and I am the one who can give orders. It won't be you, woman!" He gasped and roared, as if to transfer all the resentment to Nianta, so that she would also experience suffering. I am the ruler above ten thousand people, not you stinky women!"

The venting aroused his greater anger. The man's hands tightly grabbed Nianta's neck, and her face suddenly flushed, and an unbearable desperate suffocation swept over her. But the girl under the man did not resist. She lay as if she had already died, motionless, and there was no sound no matter how tortured him.

The prince suddenly felt something was wrong. He shivered. The wind around him felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and surrounded him, which made him stiff and even breathed white water vapor.

His hair stood up, and he felt like he was being targeted by a bloodthirsty and hungry wolf. Although he has never seen a wild wolf or any other beast. But the man just knew that something was staring at him. He looked at the dead woman under him, and he shivered.

"Woman." He snorted out of contempt or fear. You deserve it." He said.

The man struggled to get out of bed with a bucket-like body. The stiff movements and his short and fat body made him almost roll straight from **. He touched Nianta's body and found that her body was cold and hard, like... like a corpse that had been dead for hours. But the man still remembers clearly that half an hour ago, she would still cry and scream, and the woman who could punch and kick, why did she suddenly die without warning now?

I killed her? He looked at his hand and was stunned. However, after a while, he suddenly burst into laughter. You self-righteous women, it's best to die. It's better to kill them all." He sat naked on the ground like a fool, giggled and cursed. I'm fed up, I'm fed up! This is mine, not you women who show off everywhere - you deserve it, you really deserve it.

However, in a blink of an eye, his scolding stopped abruptly. He seemed to see the woman's hand move, and he wiped his eyes. Isn't that my hallucination? There was a meaningless sob in his throat.

The wind is getting stronger. The curtains danced wildly, and the murals in the room were blown to the ground by the wind from nowhere, and bottles and cans were broken to the ground. But the candle was not extinguished. The bright candlelight stood motionless, as if there was an invisible cover covering it. The prince felt more and more cold. He shivered, grabbed the scattered clothes and put them on in a hurry, but this was not enough to resist the cold. He curled up and had no master.

The noise of carnival outside the window was far away from him, with a slight echo, and the fireworks were hazy, as if everything came from the distant past. The prince sensed in horror that there was a thick, mud-like substance wrapped around his whole body. He felt extremely heavy, as if to crush him. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.

In the panic of being bound, the man saw that the woman was covered with purple spots, which spread like mold and quickly covered every corner of her body. Her appearance is changing, her hair color is changing... Her fingers are trembling... This time, the man is sure that he is right.

She came back alive.

Those things that bound him suddenly disappeared. He fell to the ground and rolled and crawled up again. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it hard, but the door did not move. The door is obviously not locked. He remembers it clearly. But now, the gate is like an iron gate, blocking his way of life.

He looked back in horror. Nianta had turned into a monster with strange purple skin, and even her hair color shone with a gorgeous purple light. She is becoming more and more alive and seems to come back to life soon. What the hell is going on? Bullshi, he scolded wildly in his heart. This must be the monster she made. The prince slapped the door and shouted "guard", but the sound only echoed in the room and could not be heard.

He was completely desperate and collapsed on the ground, allowing the ugly thing to be exposed.

The violent wind swept over and made a ghost cry and howling. The room seemed to have been ravaged, and everything was blown away from the original place. Wooden chairs, long tables, and even heavy closets were blown up, smashing the wall fiercely, making a loud noise. Only the big bed is unharmed.

Nanta lay on that**, quietly like a princess waiting for the prince to wake up in a fairy tale. She is indeed a princess, but the man beside her is not a prince. He is just a fat pig and a brainless livestock. Therefore, it was the ubiquitous magic energy that finally woke her up.

She opened her eyes. The red pupils are full of grim and uneasy breath. She slowly moved her body recovering from death and twisted her neck. Then there was a long sigh in her throat, like a moaning trill. The man's thing stood up in an instant. Although he is now frightened and trembles by the door.

Nanta got up. Her ** body stretched slowly, and she was fearless under the man's gaze, but her movements were more relaxed. She is like a beauty who has just taken a bath, showing her perfect body in front of the mirror. She cleverly covered the secret place and loomed in front of the man's eyes. Her chest stood proudly, and her whole body seemed to be smeared with honey oil, shining and exuding extreme ** enchanting.

She went to bed barefoot and walked towards the prince like a lotus under her feet.

The man didn't seem to be confused by her gorgeous appearance. He leaned against the door with a frightened face, "Who the hell are you?" He asked intimidation. However, his physical reaction exposed his impulse.

The woman tilted her head, stared at his lower body, and suddenly smiled. Who am I?" Her smile is like the warm sun in winter, more like the lights in the dark and late at night, attracting moths to fight the fire. Night Witch." She said in a coquettish voice, "They call me Night Witch."

"Night Witch?" The prince's pupils tightened. That--

"That's right, it's 'that'." The night witch came closer. That's what you heard.

The prince's face turned white, and he expected that he knew his future. You are really... What they said is true..." His eyes were dull and muttered. But you don't look like..."

The night witch came to his side and squatted down in front of him, with all the spring light at a glance. She stretched out her hand and touched his body. However, the prince seemed to have been struck by lightning and tried to avoid it in a hurry, but he could not avoid it. Behind him is the door panel. The night witch grabbed his wrist at once.

She exhaled and whispered, "Do you want to ask me why I became like this?" Her words suddenly became cold, as if they had suddenly changed from midsummer to winter. Of course, thanks to my dear alchemist. He is really kind-hearted." She smiled and said, "He is protecting me."

The man did not react at all. He seemed to be scared, but his body was very honest.

The night witch snorted coldly in disgust. Well, let's not talk about the bad scenery." Her hand gently swam on the prince's body, and she could feel his trembling. But in the end, this will turn into madness. She thought disdainfully and then opened her mouth. You were so rude to me just now. You hurt others. It's so barbaric. She seems to be acting coquettish. So I want to punish you." The man's trembling left even more, but he couldn't even struggle this time. There was a wonderful force that drove him to move. He raised his head and couldn't blink his eyes to look deeply at the night witch. Seeing the panic and despair in the other party's eyes, the night witch laughed contentedly. She stroked each other's face. Don't worry, there will be no pain, only happiness. Come on, stay with me."

Her voice is soft and with **. Her hair danced wildly, like Medusa's snake hair, and every shine made the man's resistance weaker and weaker. Her demonic red pupils reflect all the secrets of the man, and every blink makes him more willing to obey her orders. Before the magic circulates, the man is already dull like a puppet.

The prince was confused by her eyes and stood up.

Incompetent guy. She sighed and missed her opponent. However, now her desire has not been extinguished, and the accumulated flames of months are about to burn her. Kiss me," she ordered, "my pet pig, make me happy. I haven't enjoyed that bliss for a long time, and so do you?" As she spoke, she kept scratching the man's body with her nails. The sharp nails scratched a deep wound like revenge on the other party's body. For a moment, the blood gushed like a spring, but the sweetness of the blood could not hide the strong fishiness, just like taking a bath with the sea monster after being fish from the fish pond. What a disgusting body. I hope your tongue can still work.

However, when the prince hit her, the night witch suddenly let out a sad scream that went straight to the sky.

"Who?" She covered her bitten chest and roared angrily, and the magic squeezed around her. The intact things in the room turned into fragments under the oppression of terror and flew all over the sky. Who the hell are you?" She stared at the fat man as a pig. Come out, don't hide.

The prince still stood with his head down like a puppet, as if he was no different. The night witch looked at her bleeding chest. The magic cannot heal the affected area, and there is some kind of stench corrosion force attached to it, which cannot be eliminated for the time being. She can't stand the wound left by a perfect body. Furious, she desperately mobilized her magic, and the thunderous power wrapped the prince with her scream, shrinking and oppressing crazily like a python entangling its prey. The latter's body could not bear the rupture, and the seeping sound of broken bones sounded one after another, like corn bursting in the pot, and blood was like a spring.

After a while, the skin full of fat and fat turned into broken meat and bone scraps. The shadow of a ghost was exposed to her sight.

"Who do I think it is? It turned out to be the lackey of the sea monster. Before the ghost could make any sound, it was swallowed up by the surging magic. The night witch looked at the ghost dust dissipated like clouds, and the hatred in her eyes became stronger and stronger. Alchemist, this is really a good calculation. We will meet before dawn, and this time we will wait and see. She turned her eyes out of the brightly lit window. I hope you won't be squeezed dry by that woman. She smiled contemptuously, grabbed the chain with wedge-shaped stone, and walked out barefoot. The door of the room slammed behind her.