Long chains stretched out from all directions, hot blood-red mist, white flowers, forming evil faces, opening a mouthful of extremely sharp teeth, slowly approaching the witch.

This cannibalistic posture still made the witch shudder, but when she thought of the clansmen who had happily abandoned themselves in this dark and oppressive ghost realm, she showed her unyielding demeanor again.

"Ahh

It was as if a living person had been left to be bitten in a pile of crawling hungry snakes, and there seemed to be no more apt words to describe it than blood and horror.

Despite this, the witch tried to suppress her emotions as much as possible, trying to control her facial expressions in order to remain calm and not want the jokes to be seen by people outside the cold prison.

The more oppressed she is by the outside world, the more she rebels in her heart, and the two opposing forces make the shadow of a girl appear in the witch's brain-

That's right, this girl is Sissy.

When it appeared in the witch's mind, Xixi was only three years old, very cute, and a little flesh on her cheeks bulged outward, like a round xiaolongbao, without a bloated sense of déjà vu, only the urge to touch the marshmallow.

She wears a pink dress with a cute little fish cartoon pattern on it.

If you look closely, there is a small peach blossom printed on the back of the small fish, which is not fully blooming, but the mouth of the small fish has slowly approached the peach blossom.

Looking further down, I found ......

After reading the full content of the fantasy, the witch came to her senses, and the pain of her soul seemed to be no match for the confusion in her head.

"See if you dare to sneak up on me next time?" The warden wore a winter jacket and came to the cold palace with a big belly.

The black beard on his face was still stained with some terrible saliva, but his thick eyebrows and big eyes exuded provocation and impropriety.

"Don't dare." The expressionless witch of the previous second suddenly softened, and her fingers gently pinched into the inside of her soul.

There is a sense of urgency to survive in his weak breathing, and the pity in his eyes is matched with the deformed soul after abuse, a bit like a refugee fleeing from the famine and having nowhere to return.

With a "snap", the warden suddenly took out a long rope covered with thorns and whipped her soul hard.

The reason why there are thorns on the rope is because the warden wants to absorb the power contained in the witch's soul to increase his strength.

"My lord, it's a good fight." After being beaten, the witch endured the pain and said this in a weaker tone.

The tone is not contemptuous or humble plea for mercy, but a deep reverence.

The warden was stunned, and the whip in his hand could not be waved a second time,

"This man must have been beaten stupid!" The warden's heart was a little disappointed, and he wanted to make a good joke about the witch.

But she's not conscious now, what's the point of worrying!

Then the warden sighed, after all, the fun was gone, and then pretended to pity the world, and said to his subordinates,

"Let her out"

In fact, the warden did not release the witch early because of sympathy, but was afraid that she was really crazy and had to bear the responsibility himself.

After all, her duties were given by the goddess Nuwa herself, and no one could easily take over the position of a witch, otherwise she would not be able to eat and walk around.

The warden can't afford to be Nuwa's Tai Sui...