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Werther was drunk and his vision was blurry, but his eyes slowly widened because of the change in the woman under him, and in the violent shaking, he shook his head in an attempt to make himself able to see.

The woman's originally shriveled body began to become plump, soft and fair skin, deep furrows on the chest, slender waist flowing with beads of sweat, trembling buttocks, every milky soft flesh was full of temptation and lust, her originally dry hair turned into lilac, lilac curls like a living creature, and her originally ordinary and thin face seemed to be washed away by water, re-portraying the most charming appearance in the world.

Werther gradually saw that it was Heinem, the witch of desire.

He roared and wanted to leave, but the witch locked Werther's body with her flowing curls and sexy long legs dripping with juice, and Werther not only couldn't leave, but continued to shake under the witch's control.

Werther gritted his teeth and said viciously with a fiery outrage, "What do you want, witch!?"

Heinem gently stroked his plump and sexy lips with his fingers, and said softly: "You are still too hard in this situation, shouldn't I ask you what do you want?"

Werther suddenly grabbed Henine's neck as if he wanted to kill someone, his fiery red eyes glowing fiercely, and his hands kept tightening.

"If that kills you!"

Since there was no way to escape, Werther had no scruples, and slammed into it as if he wanted to destroy the body.

Heinem gasped. But she was even more excited, the smile on her face was pained and twisted, her mouth was wide open from lack of oxygen, her tongue was sticking out, saliva ran down the sides of her red lips, on her chin with fierce tremors, on her neck, on Werther's bruise, clenched hands.

"That's it, that's it, yes, yes, yes, great, kill me, great...... Ah......h

At one point, Witt thought he had killed the witch. Because she is miserable now, like a female corpse strangled to death.

But Werther knew that he couldn't kill the witch like this.

Sensing the loosening of the clamp, he suddenly turned around and drew his sword, plunged it into the witch's gaping mouth, and then lifted it upwards to cut the upper half of the witch's head in half.

Blood, minced flesh, tissue, vague fluid, brains, spurted out in an instant, spread on the pillow.

Witt knew that this was not enough.

He continued to slash, sword after sword, stabbing into the body below, almost chopping the body into minced meat.

When he was exhausted, his body could no longer see its full shape, and he was covered in flesh and blood, Werther got out of bed, the sword was out of his hand, and fell to the ground, he took two steps, suddenly fell to his knees, bent his body, hugged his head and wept.

"Do you treat the women you love like this?"

A soft voice came, and the minced flesh on the bed turned into lilac smoke, and finally into Henum, the witch of desire.

She stroked her naked body, then stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked the tips of each finger, as if she were savoring the supreme joy that had just passed.

Then she walked over to Werther and hugged him, letting his back feel her great softness.

"Shh......h Don't be sad my little darling, don't be sad, did I hurt you? or scared you? Don't be angry, I didn't expect you to be so good, I can't bear you, I want to love you well. ”

Witt slowly lowered his hand: "Are you here to kill me?"

"How could it be. Heinem let out a provocative laugh and slowly stroked Werther with his slender hands, "If I really want to kill you, why do I do this, I was summoned by you." ”

"Summoning?"

"I am the witch of desire, when people's desires fascinate me, I appear, it is your desires that tempt me and make me want to see you. ”

As he spoke, Heinem's hands went from top to bottom, in front of Werther, and then downward.

Werther trembled instantly.

Heinem loved such a lovely reaction.

She licked her lips, rubbed Werther's ears, and said in a low and soft voice: "Your desires have accumulated too much, too long, Werther, if you continue like this, you will be destroyed, why don't you let me devour your desires......"

Witt felt that from that day on, he was dead.

The next day, Hawkins saw Werther from a distance and immediately ran up to him. Seeing that Werther's dress was dirty everywhere and the whole person was muddy, Hawkins frowned and said anxiously: "Where have you been!? I can't find you anywhere!"

Compared with Hawkins's anxiety, Wei Te opened his face and replied coldly: "I'm not a child, and I don't need others to keep an eye on my whereabouts at all times." ”

Hawkins obviously didn't expect Werther to answer like this, he lowered his voice and said, "Werther I know you ......"

"What do you know about me?" Witt interrupted Hawkins instantly.

Seeing Werther's expression, Hawkins' heart tightened, and he suddenly said, "I'...... I just ......"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. With that, Werther left.

Hawkins knew that Werther was not fine, but he also knew that at this point, no one could do anything but hope that time would heal everything.

After nearly a day of struggle, Witt decided to go see Arthur, but he was stopped by the maid. Only then did he realize that Arthur had not even left the princess's room today.

Then he saw a maid come out with a basin of water, the water in the basin was red, and there were blood-stained towels floating on it, and another maid came in with healing equipment.

Witt was anxious: "What's the matter? Arthur is injured? Why is there so much blood!?"

"We don't know the specific situation, and even if we do, we can't say, please forgive me. ”

The maid was sincere, but she couldn't calm Witt.

He was so anxious that he pushed the maid: "Let me in! Are you going to kill him!?"

Seeing this, the guards hurriedly stepped forward and blocked Werther with the maids.

"Calm down!" cried the maid, "this is the palace! You are standing in front of Her Highness's room! Not everyone can enter it! You need to be invited by Her Highness the Princess!"

Werther wanted to break in, but when he was pushed by the guards and maids, it occurred to him that even if he broke in and saw that Arthur was injured, what could he do?

Can he save him, can he take him away?

No.

He slowly lowered his head, gathered his strength, and then turned and left.

The guards returned to their positions, and the maid followed Werther a few steps, and in the deserted corridor, Jonathan reverted back to his original appearance, watching Werther walk away.

The next time Witte saw Arthur was a few days later.

He looked the same as before, but he wasn't the same, and most people couldn't see the difference, but those who knew what he was like could see it clearly.

Because of this, Werther found that he could not continue to see it that way.