"Are you sure you can't get infected by touching her?"

Wen Run's hands were replaced by a black cloth, leaning against the door frame with his chest crossed, listening to the screams coming from the room, and the slightly panicked questions under the screams, Alan replied helplessly: "I'm sure, if you don't dare, you can let me do it." ”

"Forget it!" Margaret immediately rejected his offer, "Annie, you grab her arm, Karen, hold her legs! Hell, why was she able to break free from her father's bondage?"

Margaret's usual indifferent voice was a little angry at this time, as if what appeared in the room made her very angry, although she didn't see it, Alan still roughly guessed what was going on inside, so he pouted.

Isn't it just naked, Ya is still underage, what is there to hide?

"Miss, Miss, I, we don't dare...."

The maid's words caused silence in the room for a while, and then footsteps appeared, and then Alan was suddenly dragged into the room: "You come to help!"

The voice was a little cold, but it was obviously not directed at Allen, and at the same time, there was an apology from the two maids crying in his ears, but he was directly blasted out by Margaret.

"This kind of thing is normal, don't take it too seriously. The blindfolded Alan comforted: "After all, it's just my family's words that they won't go crazy, and they can go crazy is indeed what they saw with their own eyes, and it's normal for them to be afraid." ”

No one answered him, except for the screams in the room.

Margaret seemed to have begun to act, the scream fluctuated significantly, although it was covered with a black cloth, Alan could still see a silhouette through the light, except for one hand, the figure of all the other limbs breaking free and the messy clothes on his body were faintly visible, so he was busy helping.

Taking off the belt around her waist, Alan endured the constant kicking of those little feet while binding her legs with the belt, and then roughly distinguished, and asked Margaret's figure: "Why did she take off her clothes?"

"She looks hot. Margaret replied that she had been trying her best to restore Renee's dress to its original state, but it didn't seem to be going well, and there was even a cry of pain in the process.

"I think we should call Uncle Gross over. Holding Renee's legs, Alan couldn't help but suggest, "There's no way she'll be able to calm down in this case!"

"Then at least get her dressed!" Margaret responded, suddenly asking, "What about your spells?"

"If I could spare my hand," Alan replied. Of the spells he had mastered now, there were only two that could have an effect on this, one was vertigo and the other was drowsy.

But unfortunately, the former was used by Renee when she was going crazy, and it has proven to have little effect on Renee's state, while the latter requires Allen to free his hands because he has to play with an instrument.

"Is there no other way?"

"Well, there's a way, but that's disgusting. "Alan was talking about the touch of fatigue. If she used this spell to drain Renee's physical strength, she would definitely not have the strength to toss anything more, but the spell looked disgusting.

"Why is it disgusting?" Margaret asked, not knowing what Allen's spell looked like.

Alan didn't answer, but raised his hand and released it, gesturing at her.

The dim light coiled in the palm of his hand, and Margaret watched the worm-like silk threads in the light continue to wriggle, and was silent for a long time, and finally asked hesitantly, "This spell won't cause any bad effects, right?"

"That's not going to happen, it's just going to eat her strength. Allen admitted, "That's what it does." ”

"Forget it. ”

Margaret eventually rejected this method and began to groom her sister with difficulty.

But it may have been too hot, and she combed it here and began to tear there, accompanied by an indeterminate shout, as if she was fighting against it.

"I think it's the right way to call Uncle Gross. ”

"But we don't have the space to do it right now. ”

"What about the two maids?"

"I guess where are you crying, they!" said Margaret, who seemed to be helpless at the two maids.

"If we don't leave her alone, she won't be able to make any waves here anyway. ”

"No, my sister doesn't know why she can break free from her father's shackles now, we are not here to watch, what if she completely breaks free?"

"What can we do?

"There's a window here..."

"Okay. Alan was speechless: "Why don't you separate one person to call it?"

"It's dinner time, and the maids are all going to dinner now. ”

"Don't they have a replacement?"

"Yes, those two just now were..."

"Could it be that we still have to wait for them to finish eating?" Alan was a little impatient: "Besides, you dress her here, and you will do it there, it won't work at all!"

"But there's no other way, you can't let her just keep taking it off. Margaret's voice was a little aggrieved.

"You go away, I'll tie her hands!"

With that, Allen's hand holding Renee's legs couldn't help but let go, ready to replace Margaret, but as soon as he let go, he was kicked, which annoyed Allen a little, and then suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a spell that should have an effect.

"Does she like to laugh?"

"Alright, what's wrong?" replied Margaret, blankly.

didn't answer, the raised hand directly lit up with a bright yellow light, like a beam of light, brewing a little, and shooting straight at Renee, who was struggling hard.

The light melted into the target's body in the blink of an eye, and then Margaret saw that her struggling sister suddenly trembled, and then suddenly began to laugh under her surprised gaze!

"Hahahahaha-"

The long roar had made Renee's voice very hoarse, and the voice of laughter was unusually low, but hysterical, as if she had changed the channel in an instant, screaming and noisy one moment before, and leaning back in the blink of an eye laughing.

"Can spells be like this?" Laughing, Renee bent over her stomach and hunched over, so Margaret did the work she had just worked so hard to complete, and then ran to Allen's side and untied the black belt around his eyes.

The room went from hazy to clearly visible, and endured the noise of the little girl on the bed holding her stomach and laughing wildly, Alan was about to answer, but found that Margaret's cheeks were bleeding from the cheeks.

"Are you hurt?" he frowned.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I was accidentally scratched. Margaret touched her face, and the place that was once smooth had become bloody at this time: "My recovery is very strong, this little injury..."

Before she could finish speaking, a hand that emitted white light ** touched her injured cheek, and a warm feeling followed.

"If you become an ugly bastard, I won't consider marrying you. Alan said seriously.

Margaret looked at him in surprise, as if she didn't expect Allen, who had always kept her distance, to say such a thing suddenly, but when she looked up, she found that Alan had already set her eyes on Renee, who was laughing on the ground.

"It's so stinky, how long has it been since she's showered?" asked Allen, wrinkling her nose.