It was approaching evening, and the sun was sinking into the undulating sea of flowers in the west. The afterglow of the www.biquge.info Pavilion gilded the colorful land with a layer of gold dust, and the undulating pointed arched roofs of the Dream Pavilion in the distance shimmered, as if absorbing and storing sunlight and reciprocating radiance.

The sunlight shines on the colorful petals, which dazzles the eyes.

“......”

The Flower Tyrant slowly tightened the silver chain, sending Elena with her head held high and her back bent back in a heart-wrenching arc. Her slender fingers run along the base of her neck to her pet's tail vertebrae, and the delicate silky touch brings a strange pleasure.

"Oops, the sun is setting. ”

Figres covered her cheek with one hand and peered through her fingers at the sunset slowly sinking into the horizon in the distance.

"Baa ......"

Miss Witch narrowed her eyes and let out a submissive sheep sound.

"Hahaha!"

The Flower Tyrant looked up and laughed, and the sea of flowers made waves with this pleasant laughter, and she pressed her right hand on Elena's head, slowly stroking her hair:

"Good boy, you know more and more how to please your master. ”

“......”

Elena let the other party's hair stroke with a face full of intoxication, and the sinking sun was reflected in her eyes, and the runes in her eyes dimmed at the moment when the setting sun completely sank below the horizon.

"Giggle...... Giggle......"

Miss Wu turned her head suddenly, suddenly broke free from the other party's touch, and fell to the ground at once, her snow-like hair covering her whole body again, and her teeth made a crisp and dense grinding sound with the trembling of her body.

"Naughty again...... Just complimented you. ”

Figres covered her smile, her voice was full of pampering, but she increased the force of her hand mercilessly, making the other party raise her face again little by little.

When she got her wish and let her pet raise her face, she saw a pair of eyes like sharp blades, staring at her fiercely, and the Queen of Flowers deeply felt that the other party's eyes were full of anger and humiliation.

For some reason, looking at this woman who had repeatedly sabotaged her plans, revealing this helpless lamb-like expression at this moment, a strange sweetness rippled in Figres's heart. She shuddered and the heat stirred, and every hair stretched out in a cry of pleasure.

"Uh......h Die, old woman!"

Miss Witch choked and fell to the ground and suddenly threw herself into the air, her silky hair as silky as snow as it bounced up, and the strands whipped her back with the movement of jumping.

Elena was like a mermaid biting a hook, following the pull of the silver chain, biting her back into Figres's bare hand, and the waterfall-like snow hair spread out in mid-air like a splash.

“......”

Figres squinted at her pet, let the other party bite her finger, and slowly raised her arm, like a fish, to scoop Miss Witch off the ground.

The Flower Tyrant was extremely tall and slender, more than two yards tall according to human calculations, and he was about the same as lifting a girl of Elena's standard size with one hand, like lifting a large white fish.

"Die, die, die!"

Miss Witch cried helplessly in her voice, her hands clenched the other's wrists, and a mouthful of silver teeth struggled to bite those jade-like fingers, but she couldn't leave a single scar.

"Poor little one, if you had handed over the box earlier, you wouldn't have been treated like this. ”

Figreth brought Elena up in front of him, looked at her face to face, stared at the pair of eyes that were both angry and ashamed, and chuckled and red lips:

"Now that everything is irretrievable, you have lost the ability to cast spells, and you are no longer the witch queen who can get in our way everywhere. Slowly get used to your new identity, you will lose your memory, you will lose your personality, you will lose everything you once had, and you will always be with me as a sheep in human form. ”

The light and melodious voice of the Queen of Flowers, with some kind of magic, turned into countless translucent silk threads, swirling and piercing into Elena's head, instantly submerging below the scalp.

Suddenly, Miss Witch stopped biting and fell back to the ground weakly, her hair falling layer by layer like a wavy board, her shoulders softened, and her body fell to the petal-covered path.

"Stand up. Figres gave a new order.

“......”

Elena's eyes were hazy and her expression was supple, and she nodded and stood up, her shiny hair falling over her delicate body with this movement, and she looked up at each other with a pretty face.

She stood barefoot with her head held high, her soft gooseneck straight, her body curvaceous with white strips of cloth, and she stood slim in front of Figres. The height difference between the two is a head apart, and under this strange height difference, Miss Witch Queen stands in front of the Queen of Flowers, like a little girl waiting for her big sister to reprimand.

"That's good. ”

Figres raised her right index finger and drew a circle towards the sky, and the emerald green light immediately condensed, turning into a silver disc and falling gently into her hand.

"Any idea what this is?"

The Queen of Flowers looked at her pet with a light smile, released the silver chain, shook her wrist, and threw the silver plate into the distance:

"Pick it up. ”

"Huh!"

Elena responded crisply, and immediately fell on all fours, her snow-white buttocks were raised high, her hands and feet stepped out rhythmically, and her long snow-like hair floated up.

Miss Witch followed the direction of the silver pan shuttle and ran quickly, the curve of her body faintly undulating. Her thick hair danced in the wind, looking like a horse's mane, and it swayed rhythmically as she ran.

"Baa Baa ......"

Elena chased the silver platter to the ground, picked it up with her mouth, bit it in her mouth, and turned and threw herself in the direction of Figres. From the side, it looks like a snow-white deer, wrapped in snow-bright hair, running flexibly in the sea of flowers.

"Hahaha!"

Figres admired her running posture, her white cheeks flushed, and her brown ancient dress fluttered like a flower branch with laughter. Every charm, every movement, every syllable, all show the joyful mood of the tyrant of flowers at the moment.

"Huh!"

Miss Witch ran back to her with the silver platter, called softly, then folded her hands, straightened her back, raised her head high, and shook the disc in her mouth vigorously.

"It's like my pet. ”

Figres leaned over to take the silver plate from Elena's mouth and reached out to stroke her snowy hair as if to comfort a wagging puppy.

“......”

The Flower Tyrant stroked her hair, and Miss Witch narrowed her eyes in enjoyment, and the feeling of being touched made her feel intoxicated, and she couldn't help but like it. (To be continued.) )