Before she died, Bismarck regretted that she should not have come to the witch's castle anyway, should not have spoken to the human imps about witches, and even from the beginning, she should not have attacked the good-looking black-haired boy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's all to blame for their appearance, it's all blame for his appearance, and when he appears, his heart seems to have been taken away, and he can't take his eyes off, and his stomach is so hungry that he wants to tempt him, throw him down, touch him, gnaw at his skin, tear his bones and flesh, swallow his blood, open his internal organs and chew freely.

Yes, it's all the boy's fault.

With only a quarter of her body left, Bismarck, the snake woman whose blood was gradually dried, was full of resentment.

I curse you, I curse you, I curse you, I curse you, I curse you!

You will be chopped up by the witch and turned into a blur of flesh! Your bewitching face will be turned into minced meat!

I curse you! I wait for your undead in hell! I will be again, I will be ...... again

Hahahahaha......

In the fantasy, Bismarck took his last breath.

In Monlora's conception, when it is dead, it is not new, and she is sure that most witches think so, as if this is the common nature of witches.

Seeing Bismarck stop breathing, his head and severed limbs hanging down, and without a single movement, Monlora pronounced a name: "Dopkavić." ”

After the name was pronounced, a figure suddenly appeared under the throne, and the shape of that figure was too strange to be called a human at all.

Everyone's first reaction when they saw him was nausea, then panic, and Naine was so frightened that she raised her hand to cover her mouth so that she didn't make a sound. But looking at that "thing", she still wanted to vomit.

That "thing" is only a meter tall and, as a whole, a sphere.

The largest part of this sphere is the head.

It was a hairless, pale flesh-colored head.

The pale flesh-colored, bare head occupies two-thirds of the sphere, and the rest is the body, covered in black like a cloak and something connected to the body.

The head and body are connected, not the neck. This thing doesn't have a neck.

There are also no hands and feet, or strictly speaking, no human hands and feet, beyond the black cloak, under the head, are two thick and fat tentacles, the end of the tentacles is like a human hand has five fingers, five small tentacles are divided, at this time, ten small tentacles are entwined, like human hands clasped together.

And his feet, which were so many tentacles that he couldn't tell how many, were covered in a black cloak, with only a little end exposed, like the toes of a sandal.

His facial features are the only part that resembles a human, but it is only similar.

Because he has no eyebrows, his deeply wrinkled eyebrow bones are very obvious, even to the point of horror.

His eyes were not large, but as if they had no sockets, the two dark gray eyeballs were directly embedded in his face, which looked very abrupt.

His nose was small, almost nonexistent, except for a tiny bulge where it should be.

His lips were large, thick, crimson, like bulging lumps of flesh.

Underneath the disgusting mouth, instead of a human jaw, there is a row of tentacles, or tentacles, as thin as "fingers".

Despite his horrible, disgusting, and eerie appearance, it was still obvious that his expression was very serious and cautious.

The fellow, known as Dopkavich, saluted the witch, his huge head bowed, respectfully and reverently.

"Let's take these things and cook them. Monlora raised her glass and said elegantly, "It's a new ingredient, but I believe in your craft." ”

Dopkavich nodded even deeper: "Yes, master." ”

Then he twisted his huge head and looked at Arthur and the others not far away.

Noticing Dopkavić's gaze, Monlora whispered, "It's okay, I'll call you if there's a need, maybe I'll just put them in the kitchen." ”

Hearing Monlora say this, Dopkavich saluted again, then stretched out his tentacles, rolled up Bismarca's body that had been split in half, carried it on his shoulder, or rather a quarter-round back, and vanished into thin air.

Bismarck's blood had been drained by the carpet, and the only evidence of her existence after the body was taken was the blood that remained in the cup in Monlora's hand.

Arthur's brow furrowed deeply. He had the unpleasant feeling that his dinner had been snatched away by someone else.

When Monlora looked at Arthur and the others, everyone except Arthur subconsciously took a step back.

And Arthur subconsciously pulled Naine behind him and protected her with his hands.

Seeing that a few people didn't mean to speak first, Monlora spoke.

"I didn't want to wake up. She shook the cup that had little blood left, "But I'm thirsty, so it's probably unlucky for you." ”

Arthur asked the witch, "Then if you don't wake up, will we be able to leave safely after breaking into the castle!?"

Monlora chuckled softly, the voice as scarlet and silky as her gown.

"You asked a good question, young man. ”

Monlora put down her glass and lifted her finger.

Seeing the witch raise her finger, everyone was shocked to touch the weapon, which made Monlora chuckle again.

After a brief chuckle, Monlora said, "Once you enter my castle, the end is already sealed." ”

Arthur gritted his teeth.

"But......" Monlora deliberately lengthened her voice, "as the snake woman said, you are indeed to my taste, and perhaps you may be different from the other intruders." ”

The raised finger pointed at Arthur.

"Maybe you are indeed different from ordinary people. ”

"Hey, what do you mean by that!?" Arthur stepped forward, and was about to shout, when he noticed that the carpet suddenly shook.

He looked down and realized that it was not the carpet shaking at all, but the whole ground shaking, and the whole space shaking.

"Arthur!" Naiyin and Werther shouted at the same time.

Arthur turned his head sharply to find that his companions were all unbalanced by the violent shaking of the ground, and they were about to fall.

"Damn!" Arthur looked back at Monlora and shouted, "What have you done!?what are you going to do to us!?I have something to ask you!!!

Monlora smiled as Arthur shouted, without the slightest intention of responding.

She just watched to see how far he could go.

Before Arthur's words were finished, the world was dark, the magnificent and spacious banquet hall was gone, the scarlet eyes were gone, the witches on the throne were gone, the companions were gone, nothing was gone, the whole world was only dark, nothing could be seen, and nothing could be seen, and he could not see himself.

Arthur was finally frightened, he was about to shout, he was going to draw his sword and cut through the darkness, but as soon as his hand grasped the hilt of the sword, his consciousness was swallowed up by the darkness.