Arshumia turned her head and saw the blond-haired boy looking at him with a smile on his face, his long narrow eyes shining like starlight.

"The scent of Tyretian flowers." A mocking smile flashed in the young man's eyes, "What a disgusting taste." ”

The young man's magnetic voice stunned Archiumia, she was all too familiar with this voice, and in her dream last night, this voice was repeated again and again, and she couldn't sleep well.

"That's it, Witch-sama."

- The voice said last night.

This guy in front of you...... Isn't it the guy from last night?

Archhumia thought, and when she looked up, she saw the young man in front of her walking towards her, his steps calm and graceful, his long golden hair streaking in a beautiful arc in the air with his movements.

For some reason, the demon and charm of the teenager last night resurfaced in her mind, her heart beat faster, she breathed, stepped forward without thinking, and grabbed the sleeve of the boy's coat.

Archumia's gesture brought the boy to a halt, and he looked down, burgundy pupils sliding over Archumia's cheeks.

After a while, he lifted his lips, and the curvature of the corners of his lips made him look even more handsome, and in this incomparable handsomeness and demonic rule, his thin lips opened and closed, and he spit out indifferent words, "Let go." ”

"Ahh I'm sorry! Archhumia withdrew her hand in a curt, she just wanted to ask him a question, but she didn't expect her body to make such a rude gesture before her brain.

"My name is Achumia, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." Arshumia looked at the young man's perfect face and solemnly apologized again.

Los looked down at the girl in front of him, who was still simple and ordinary, but the scent of the Tyritian flower that wrapped around her side made him a little upset.

The Tyletia flower, a psychedelic flower that grows in the realm of elves. Its fragrance is light and elegant, and its function is to calm the nerves and clear the heart...... It is also easy to make the people around you lower their vigilance, so that they become obedient and dependent on the source of the fragrance.

This flower is often used as incense for clothes, and clothes smoked through this incense are very popular must-haves.

That's obviously what she wears, and his clothes are expensive. The amount of incense that stained that garment was almost perfect, not so intense, but also so that it could drift through the air and affect people's emotions in a subtle way.

Wearing such clothes, the person called Jilan definitely has some bad intentions. At least for Archiumia.

The Tyritian flower is a very common flower in life, and its method of solving it is very simple. As long as the affected person's finger is pierced during the effect of the Tyretian flower, the effect of the Tyretian flower can be immediately removed and the effect of the Tyretian flower can be immunized for a short time.

Piercing the finger......

Los repeated softly in his heart, his eyes drooping, his long and thick eyelashes hiding all the sparkle in his eyes, and he whispered, "Los." My name. ”

Archhumia looked at the side of Lot's face, almost couldn't take her eyes off it, the boy's skin was as white as jade, Ashhumia felt that it was difficult to describe the teenager's appearance, it was a kind of bewitching beauty that transcended gender, gorgeous and charming.

After a long time, she reacted, and quickly took a step back before continuing: "Okay, Mr. Loth, we ...... now."

"Huh?" The deep nasal voice captures people's hearts even more. In the next second, his fair and perfect face was magnified countless times in front of his eyes.

Ashumia froze suddenly, her whole body made a petrified "click" sound, she subconsciously retreated, but her feet twisted, and she fell to the lawn behind her.

The young man slowly bent down, stretched out his hand to brush Archumia's hair, and looked at the reddened cheeks of the girl in front of him, he chuckled, the light in his burgundy eyes was shining, bright and beautiful.

He closed his eyes and gently bit the girl's index finger.

The soft, warm touch on her fingers made Ashhumia soften, and the lips of the young man in front of her were thin and sexy, with the alluring color of the first cherry blossoms.

She looked at the boy, and her thoughts instantly drifted.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, his thick and slender eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled, and the luster in his burgundy pupils was shining, revealing a blur and extreme charm, blurring out a hazy ambiguity.

His lips began to glow, licking the girl's fingertips lightly, and then biting harshly.

Bright red blood and sharp pain overflowed together, and Archumia, who had come back to her senses in the pain, saw a little blush dye from the corners of the boy's lips, slowly fade on the boy's charming lips, and sublimate into an indescribable enchantment.

As if sensing Archumia's strangeness, the boy spit out her fingers gently, Ashhumia withdrew her hand like an electric shock, anger rising to her face, and just as she was about to shout something, she saw that the boy's gaze became clear and clear again, without a trace of emotion.

"So, witch-sama, where do you want to go?"

The young man stood up and took a step back expressionlessly, his eyes flowing with a faint coldness.