"Alright, here we go. ”

Soon, Lilith and Ashmill were ushered into a pitch-black hut that had to be lit by candlelight, and it was a safe place to be, given what was to be said next.

Quirrell, on the other hand, began to scratch his nails against a piece of wood after throwing away the large hat on his head. The crunching sound always made Lilith feel a little uneasy.

"Ahem, there's one thing I have to say, the two of us really don't have malicious intent. "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, but I still have to make it clear," so ...... Your trick is probably useless. ”

“...... I'm not threatening you, I'm really just grinding my claws. After rubbing his hand against the wood again, Quirrell sat down, and then yelled at Rose, "It's disgusting to take off your fat skin." ”

"Ahh ”

At this time, the rose was perfect and did not have the smell of the Virgin, and now she looked more like a ruffian, and even her standing posture was so indecent.