Massive bony claws emerged from the black clown's chest, squeezing his lungs and heart out, and Ada's punch also dented the witch's head directly, and the left half of his face was completely disfigured.

The Queen of Hearts couldn't understand why the Black Joker was doing this, obviously killing Hara didn't do them any good, it would only offend a strong enemy for no reason.

The black clown lifted the corner of his broken mouth and smiled:

"The Makini are an interesting race, you know? They can transform into all creatures that have been in contact for enough time after puberty, but they still have a vulnerable side, and that is that when they become other creatures, not only do they have their full talents, but they also get their weaknesses and deadly organs.

"So the vast majority of Makkini people maintain themselves as a survivable race, and I have never seen a Makkini who would make this fragile race of humans their daily form. ”

The witch sensed something was wrong:

"You didn't know ......?"

The black clown spat out a mouthful of blood:

"Sister Olivia, I'm just a messenger, none of the above are what I said, and......

"Mr. Murney asked me to greet Herwin for him. ”

At this time, the black clown was already dying, and was hit by two legends at the same time, and the wizard had no room for resistance.

But the Queen of Hearts is well aware that she has already killed the Black Joker once, but he is back.

Syllable.

The sound of a puddle of liquid falling on the ground was heard.

The Queen of Hearts turned her head sharply to find that the headless corpse that was still standing had disappeared, and even the brains and blood were gone.

She looked back at the black clown.

The man smiled and said:

"I wanted to kill her, but Mr. Funi specifically instructed that although the Makini people will have the Achilles heel of changing races, with the development of technology, they can already modify their genes to make a small number of new generations of offspring gain stronger adaptability and survivability.

"It's just that because mature Makkini people can ignore the dangers posed by the key points just by using their skills to transform quickly, this kind of genetic modification is still in the experimental stage until the destruction of their civilization. ”

Red thorns slowly grew from the wounds on the black clown's body and began to slowly envelop him.

The Queen of Hearts walked up to him:

"I'm not going to let your soul escape this time, where is Hora now? ”

The black clown smiled brightly:

"She's been invited by my sister to be a guest? As for you running away? No, I didn't run away, I died last time, and I'll die this time, but it doesn't matter, there will always be one of me by my sister's side to protect her. ”

The Queen of Hearts asked:

"What do you mean? There's always a you?"

The black clown just gave her a meaningful smile.

Then he stopped breathing.

Hora also stopped breathing.

But the situation of the two is very different, and the black clown is really dead.

And in another place.

A puddle of amorphous liquid is swimming on the ground, trying to restore itself to its human form.

Click.

The dark red heels gently tapped the ground.

Every time the heel of the heel touches the tile, the movement of the amorphous liquid is paused, and the recovery is completely interrupted.

The owner of the heels stood out of his chair.

Just looking at a woman's long legs is enough to keep the vast majority of men from looking away.

The woman's long legs and upper body maintain a perfect golden ratio, and the fair-skinned skin seems to be Her Royal Highness the princess who has never walked under the sun, and it is not the so-called "beautiful legs" of men and women who are so slender that they can't be distinguished, but the bone and flesh have reached an excellent balance, and you can see at a glance that the slender legs belong to the beauty.

On top of these beautiful legs, there are slightly upturned buttocks, trembling gently with each step of the woman's forward, the waist swaying from side to side is so soft that it seems to be filled with velvet, the curvature of the chest is not exaggerated, but the size is just enough to make people fully feel the charm of women, and above this body is also a beautiful face that is almost crazy.

Ruddy lips, slender chin, clear eyes, high nose bridge.

Whether it is the facial features or any individual part of the body, everyone can see at first glance that it must belong to a beautiful woman.

"Few people can imagine that I used to be a man. The Clown Queen said in a sexy voice.

With each step she took forward, there was a crisp sound of heels and bricks colliding, interrupting each of Hora's recovery processes.

And as Hora recovers faster, the gap between her steps gets shorter and shorter.

Then she stopped in front of the viscous liquid and held out her hand.

The woman's voice is so seductive:

"I don't know if you can understand me, after all, as a shapeshifter, your gender can be determined by yourself, but I can't, I don't just have to be subject to the body, I also have to be subject to society, if I live in a man's body, it is a kind of physical torture for me all the time, like countless tiny insects eating my body. ”

The woman reached out and played with the liquid:

"Then the judgment and disgust of society against me sentence after sentence of abuse, ridicule, ridicule, disgust, contempt, disgust again and again is the irreversible destruction of my psyche, just like someone scraped my heart off little by little with a knife, and then, ah, my heart became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller, until it could no longer contain love and pity. ”

She slowly molded the liquid into the image she wanted, and the magic of greatness flowed out of her nails:

"Child, I am not speaking to you to get your forgiveness or sympathy, I just want you to know.

"What has happened to me is beyond the imagination of a happy guy like you, ah, don't get me wrong, I have actually heard about everything that happened to you, you have been through a lot, day after day, you have been mistaken for the life of a human being, and then you have run away, and after you have escaped, you have deceived and betrayed.

But in the end, you have found your home, you have found someone you can trust, you have found a place to sleep peacefully, you have found the purpose of existence, you have found your love.

"And you also killed your father, that pathetic madman, psychologists often say that an important step in healing psychological trauma is to reconcile with your childhood, and it seems to me that you have reconciled with your childhood in your own way.

"But I'm not, I don't have a chance, and no one has fallen from the sky like your Hewen, after all, fairy tales are just fairy tales, and tragedy in this world still occupies most people's lives, my parents......

"Although I didn't kill them, they are equivalent to death to me, they will never understand me, and they will never be able to sincerely apologize to me, and you can still grow, Hewen will tolerate you, will comfort you, and will lead you to a happy life.

"I'm not like you, Haura.

"I'm hopeless. ”