"Bring the head!" the witch slapped the money in the boy's hand, and with a slash of her palm, the invisible wind blade accurately cut off Roger's neck, which was still intact, and by the way, took away his left hand holding his chin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As soon as his neck was cold, Roger only felt that the earth was about to tilt upside down, and involuntarily stretched out his right hand to grab the head that was falling, and his left hand, which was broken off at the wrist, was still stubbornly supported on his chin.

The witch stared at the dog, and looked at the boy's headless body grasping his falling head, and said in disbelief, "You, impossible! Why are you still alive!?"

Roger changed the posture of pulling his hair and slipped it, tucked his head under the left armpit, and straightened his hair with his right hand.

Then he mocked the witch with a puzzled expression: "I'm wondering too, why don't you cut me twice more?" Maybe I'll die~"

The witch's teeth rattled, and she looked like she had some big move to unleash.

But he was silently choked by Uncle Barnabas, who was not seriously injured next to him: "Angel Bouchard, this is the second time you have killed my family, you give it to me, go to hell!"

Roger was so short that from a vampire's point of view, he could only see the boy's head dropping, his neck cavity like a small fountain of blood rushing outward, and the illusion of hitting the street made Barnabas play the speed that a vampire should really have: silently with a remnant, with a speed that is difficult for the naked eye to catch.

The vampire attacked the witch from behind, his arm poked out from her shoulder and grabbed her throat in reverse, the witch panicked for a moment, how could Roger let go of this great opportunity, and his right hand was cut into the witch's eyes.

The feeling of starting is not very right, the feeling from the fingertips is full of elasticity, as if it is poking a large balloon, and then there is a crisp snap, and two black holes appear above the witch's murderer.

The witch's face was contorted, and she was so clear that she was squeezing what little magic she had left, and she couldn't pay attention to the vampire's clamping on her, and finally several invisible wind blades appeared around her out of thin air, whistling and circling and cutting everything.

This is not Roger's intention, the head is clamped in the armpit and the visual height has moved down a lot compared to the neck, and the body can't adapt to such a sudden change, and the arm moves down unconsciously according to the distance of the head, and it is naturally crooked.

The vampire withstood the cut of the wind blade and did not let go, and the other hand was aimed at the witch's chest and slammed down, in a vain attempt to dig out her heart: "Angel... Sorry......"

The witch turned her head sideways and stared meaninglessly at the handsome pale cheeks of her old lover, but her hands held his slender hands hard, trying to use the woman's weak strength to confront the vampire.

A witch without magic is just an ordinary weak woman.

"Eat me!" Roger saw that she was still struggling, and brutally raised a kick between the witch's legs, and there was a clattering cracking sound.

Roger Khan, did she break the witch's egg with one kick!?Where did she come from as a woman......

The clatter and cracking sound kept ringing, and the witch bounced away the last hug Uncle Barnabas gave her, at the cost of which the cracks quickly spread all over the witch's body, and the soft skin even had a hint of enamel that was peculiar to porcelain.

Now she stood there, like a broken piece of porcelain barely glued together by an old craftsman, which could only be seen but not touched, and the slightest shock could cause her to die.

The vampire straightened up from lying on the ground to standing, and when he saw the witch's appearance, he walked up to her gently: "Is this going to end like this......"

He looked at Anqi's cracked face gently, and sighed with mixed feelings in his tone: "You are so peaceful, it seems like you are asleep...... I loved you once, and we could have spent the rest of our lives together......"

"We ...... Still. The witch's eyes turned in the direction of the vampire's voice, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, but her pupils were unfocused.

"I'm not the love you want, Angel, you just want to possess me. ”

"No," she burst into tears, filling in the cracks in her face, "I love you, Barnabas..."

"You can't love... Anqi, you don't have a heart......"

The witch was silent, her right hand raised slowly but firmly, and many fragments of her arm fell one after another, revealing a dark hollow.

There were tears in her eyes, her right hand was on her chest, and with a little force, her entire right hand reached in, and when she took it out again, she held an amethyst-like heart that was still beating slightly.

The heart turns violet, and the smooth surface of the air begins to decay into ash.

The witch held her heart's hand and struggled in the direction of the vampire: "Give you ......"

The vampire gritted his teeth, frowned, held back the tears that rolled in his eyes, and remained motionless.

The heart rotted into pieces in the witch's hands, falling to the ground through the gaps between her fingers, and the whole person lost the breath of the living.

The vampire reached out and stroked the witch's cheek, trying to wipe away the tears from her face, but the action only brought the witch to pieces.

Roger sighed secretly, although it was really emotional to feel that the witch had died like this, but if he had to do it again, the boy would still choose to kill her.

A good starting point can't hide her past evil deeds, and it's been more than two hundred years since Barnabas and the witch, and Roger doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

If it weren't for the fact that the Angel Witch had been tirelessly looking for trouble with the Collins family, and had brought so much trouble to herself: Caroline was her ghost, and the family's more and more downfall was also her constant suppression in business, not to mention that the whole town did not want to see the founding family of the small town Collins.

It's nothing to cause trouble to Roger himself, he hasn't held a grudge that much, but if he wants to make his family unhappy, I'm sorry, can you please die?

Not to mention the witch, an old monster who has tormented Collins for hundreds of years.

"Huh, are we going to have a bonfire?" said Alice, with a fluttering step.

You're done with the fight, you're deliberately lazy!

Roger, who was trying to put his head on his neck, spit in his heart, and said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you are late, and the group of people on the ground have already eaten and fallen asleep." ”

"And how did you get dirty?"

"There wasn't enough roasted food to eat, so a lot of people grabbed a chicken wing and beat it around to make it look like this. ”

"......" Caroline, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move, rolled her eyes speechlessly, I only help you when it comes to bragging!