The Black Witch was glad to hear that the witch had agreed to her appointment. That look seemed to have eaten the witch.

"You can't make a move, she and I are both third sisters." The black witch doesn't know how the man in front of her got married to the witch, but it doesn't prevent her from playing the family card and asking for a fair fighting environment.

But in Luo Youcheng's heart, the black witch and the witch have completely different souls, they are two completely different people, the witch is a relative, and the black witch is an enemy.

"I'm not going to shoot at you, but I'm going to rule out discord." Luo Youcheng said.

Luo Youcheng agreed to this appointment battle, on the one hand, there were factors to promote his sister to promote her growth, and on the other hand, he wanted to see what Dean Chang still left.

In his mind, Dean Chang is dead, but there is still a red bat with the same root as him in North America as his great enemy. If he knew that Dean Chang not only did not die, but also hid the main soul in the body of the spider goose, and went to North America to join the red bat leisurely, he didn't know how to feel.

In the process of suppressing the Black Witch, he discovers that the Black Witch's soul power is not much stronger than that of the Witch, but she can suppress the Witch without any power to fight back. It's like in the boxing ring, two boxers with equal strength, one of them suddenly becomes fierce, so that the opponent can't punch out, you have to say that the person is not addicted, who doesn't believe it.

Black witches and witches are like WWE's female wrestlers, standing in their respective corners. It was a kickboxing arena where no one gave orders, and the two rushed at each other in unison. One is the skeleton in the fat dress that keeps dangling, and the other is a sexy beauty with bumps and bumps. Needless to say, I believe the audience knows how to stand in line.

The skeleton and the beauty collided, the skeleton punched, the beauty turned her head, grabbed the skeleton's arm, turned sideways around the back of the skeleton, bowed, and used both hands to complete the back fall. The action is done in one go, and the flow is smooth. The skeleton lay on the ground, shouting that it was impossible, and asked Luo Youcheng what he had done to the witch and why she had become so powerful.

Luo Youcheng didn't have the heart to answer her question. He didn't really do much, strengthening the witch's soul power, inputting her with a set of fighting techniques, and that's it.

The beauty sat on the waist of the skeleton with her ass, opened her hands left and right, and slapped the skeleton's face more than a dozen times.

"Loser, let you spoil my body and let you trample my face." The witch who likes beauty, but the body is no longer beautiful in reality, said indignantly.

She locked the Black Witch's neck with one hand, and tore at the mustache and thick eyebrows with the other. The thick eyebrows that made her powerless in reality were easily erased by her in the world of consciousness and turned into crescent eyebrows. The witch didn't stop, rubbing one hand on the black witch's face, and the thin face became full.

The Black Witch was unwilling to restrain her hands, and her thick eyebrows and beard that had been erased reappeared, and her face, which had just become a little better-looking, faded a little more.

"I don't want to be ugly like you." The Black Witch screamed.

The witch was a little confused, could it be that she used to have such a distorted aesthetic? She began to slap the black witch again, just like Bear Daddy and Bear Mom, thinking that beating a disobedient child would establish a correct three views for her.

The free fighting that seems to be a street gangster fight is actually a fight at the soul level, and it depends on who can assimilate whom first.

After the witch slapped her, she plucked her beard again and wiped her eyebrows and pinched her face. The Black Witch is like an indomitable warrior woman, stubbornly trying to turn her face back to what she likes. The Black Witch has become a master of face changing, constantly switching between men's ugly makeup and women's beauty. The two were at a stalemate for a long time. Suddenly, the Black Witch shouted:

"Master, help me."

This sentence translates to "God, give me strength." It worked, it worked, the Black Witch came back to life with full blood, her body full of negative energy, and the gray mist rolled around her. The thick eyebrows like Crayon Xiaoxin, the mustache like a mustache, and the slender face like Dracula, the originator of vampires, are like rocks and steel nails, no matter how the witch tosses, they stand still.

The black witch pouted her ass and straightened her waist, and the witch was cleanly ejected, rolled in the air a few times, and fell to the ground with a clatter. It was the black witch's turn to sit on the witch's waist, and she crackled and slapped her. Her hands were like boning knives, and each slap seemed to take away a piece of the witch's flesh. The witch's pretty face quickly thinned, her eyebrows thickened, and black fuzz drilled out of her lips.

The changes in the black witch did not escape Luo Youcheng's perception. A line of fog, invisible to the naked eye, fell from the sky and connected to the Black Witch's head. Although the mist is difficult to find, Luo Youcheng can clearly feel the active energy in it, thinking that this is the killer weapon that Dean Chang left for the Black Witch.

A knife made of mental power flew towards the invisible mist line, cutting off the black witch's energy supply very neatly. The black witch immediately turned into a coward, and the witch turned over and became the master, riding on the black witch's body and pinching the latter's face.

The black witch shouted loudly, reprimanding Luo Youcheng for being unfair, and broke her promise if she didn't make a move.

"I said I wanted to eliminate discord."

Luo Youcheng explained lightly, his mental power followed the fleeing fog line, and that was his real goal.

As for the third sister fighting, he didn't bother to watch it. Not to mention that he is here, the black witch can't make waves, if the strengthened third sister can't even beat an imposter without backing, it's better to find a piece of tofu and kill him. And the third sister died ugly in a fight, giving her a complete set of fighting techniques, and as a result, she loved riding a horse and pinching her face. If you change someone, you would have punched, kicked, hugged and wrestled on the back, and the Black Witch would have been blown up.

The witch not only has to restore her face to beauty, but also enjoys the process of helping the black witch beautify. With a crackling sound, the black witch's face became fuller, her thick eyebrows became more and more slender, her unspeakable beard fell off one by one, and the witch's face showed a sunny smile.

The Black Witch scolded, "What good is it to you, you dead pervert, to make me as ugly as you? ”

The witch said eloquently: "The eldest brother said that if you defeat the demons in your heart, your heart will be invulnerable. You are the devil in my heart, but you look so ugly, you don't look like me at all, and hitting you is like hitting an outsider. I want to give you plastic surgery, and if you have a beautiful facelift, you will be like my demons, so that I can fight you. ”

"Devil, you are the devil." The black witch squeaked and screamed, and it was worse to be plastic than to kill her. Unfortunately, the source of her power is gone, but the witch is blessed by her brother's strength. She is like a witch for two years, powerless to resist and let the other party knead her. She kept flapping her hands on the ground, and her mouth kept shouting no, no, miserable, so miserable that it was impossible to connect her with the black witch who slaughtered the village and slaughtered the town.

The Black Witch said, "I don't want to, I don't want to be as ugly as you." ”

The witch said, "Don't be afraid, your aesthetic has a serious deviation, and I am helping you correct it." ”

The witch's voice was like that of a wolf grandmother coaxing Little Red Riding Hood, but her expression was as focused as a child seeing a beloved toy, rubbing her hands on the black witch's face. She was really attentive and spent an hour just getting a facelift.

The black witch couldn't scream, a mind with no throat and no vocal cords, relying on simulated vocalization, actually shouted hoarse, which shows how inhuman torture Meimeida's plastic surgery is for her.

The witch smiled happily, and the other party's face was finally the same as hers, and it looked good. She kneaded the dough on the Black Witch's chest again, and did not stop until the height of the "dough" reached her expectations. The Black Witch seems to have resigned herself to her fate, and she can't even hum and chirp.

The witch was not satisfied, and it took her too much time to complete her face and chest. Every part of the black witch's body needs to be repaired by her, and I am afraid that she will not be able to finish the work for a day and a night. So she stood up and grabbed the black witch's hands for an over-the-shoulder throw, followed by a head-hugging fall, a neck grip, a leg break, a leg copying fall, a leg sweep fall, and all kinds of wrestling methods came into battle, and the fighting skills passed on to her by her brother finally came in handy.

There is only one purpose, so that all parts of the black witch's body can contact the ground, especially the buttocks touch the ground the most, and the black witch without the ass is stunned and thrown out of a buttocks.

The black witch couldn't stand it anymore and shouted "Master, save me". This time it was not good, the master did not give her strength. But the man spoke:

"This is your master?"

Luo Youcheng was carrying a long strip in his hand, you could think of it as a snake, or a trouser belt, in short, long, soft, and weak. In order to make the black witch see clearly, the witch stopped.

Black Witch: "What are you taking?" ”

Luo Youcheng: "Your master, the source of your strength." ”

Black Witch: "You lied to me, the master is a kind old man, how can it be something in your hands?" ”

Luo Youcheng materialized the image of Dean Chang and asked, "Is it him?" ”

The Black Witch nodded.

Luo Youcheng waved his hand to remove the image, shook the long strip in his hand, shook his head and said: "He is dead, this is the remnant of consciousness left by him before he died, and it is not even a soul split." A few words of nonsense make you willing to be a lackey, pitiful, pathetic. ”

Luo Youcheng's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the black witch's heart collapsed, and she muttered:

"No, the master won't lie to me, you must be lying."

But reason told her that the other party was not lying, and that the source of her power had indeed disappeared. She sat on the ground in a gloomy state. But a consciousness crept into her body.

Luo Youcheng's consciousness is like a swimming fish, swimming in the unguarded sea of memory. He was granted permission to be in a cage of consciousness and was able to flip through the Black Witch's memories at will. He got a lot of useful information and read things he shouldn't see. The witch's tragic past, scene by scene, frame by frame, flowed in front of him. He told himself to stop several times, but he couldn't stop until the memory began to replay.

Luo Youcheng's heart and lungs seemed to be torn apart, he couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, and the overwhelming feeling of suffocation surrounded him. Fortunately, this is the world of consciousness, and he doesn't need to really breathe, otherwise with his current physical condition, there will be a big problem. He suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with the Black Witch slaughtering the village, and those people really deserved to die. He finally understood why Tonigo had chosen to seal this memory.

Luo Youcheng changed his mind, he wanted to let the black witch live, and he would not let the third sister contact this dark memory again and endure pain and torture. To hell with what defeats the demons and improves the strength. It's a big deal to protect the third sister under his wing for the rest of his life. Lao Tzu Luo Youcheng has this ability, Lao Tzu is a madman who protects his sister.

Luo Youcheng's consciousness returned to his body, and he heard the witch say:

"You're not perfect, but I'm reluctant to beware of you, come on, see who this body belongs to."

The Black Witch cried: "I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to be as ugly as you." But I can't change it back now, I can't even turn it into fog. ”

The kneading and beating of witches is actually the process of assimilation of the soul. She can't change the deep things, such as the personality, but she can still change the skin.

The Black Witch said she didn't want to live anymore, she really didn't want to live anymore. As Luo Youcheng and Tony said before, because of pain, the witch has heroic dreams, and she craves power. Because of the humiliation she received as a girl, she longed to be a strong man. Now she has lost her power, and she has lost the disguise she used to deceive others. She looked at the witch angrily and roared:

"You scarce that skeleton, I'll give it back to you."

The witch also responded angrily: "Why? Why toss my body like that? ”

The Black Witch laughed miserably: "Because of the skeleton, no man is interested." Because of the skeleton, I can dress more like a man. ”

The witch was stunned for a moment, and her heart ached for no reason, she seemed to understand something, but she couldn't remember anything.

The Black Witch continued, "You are luckier than me, you have a brother who loves you. Then ...... I wish you happiness. ”

Luo Youcheng screamed badly, but it was too late, the black witch's body exploded, turned into countless dust, and propped the protective film into a ball, rolling around on the ground.

The witch looked at the ball full of memory fragments with a sad expression. She asked:

"Brother, I should hate her, but why am I so uncomfortable?"

Luo Youcheng stretched out his hand and grabbed the ball in his hand, he was stunned for a long time before compressing the ball into the size of a marble and throwing it into his consciousness.

"Probably because of the same origin." He muttered.