Chapter 282 Blood Clan White Moonlight is a Witch (13)

The witch lives in a high tower and is generally not disturbed by anyone.

And able to come visit.

They are usually vampires who hold tokens of various races. Why can the male protagonist find the location of the tower and come here unhindered?

Because he is the male lead.

Naturally, the same goes for the heroine, who can enter and exit the tower freely without any hindrance.

NPC characters in other plots do not have this ability.

Sometimes the people who come to visit are always unexpected, such as some characters who should not exist in this plot world, but appear before your eyes again because of certain opportunities.

When Qiao Xi noticed it.

When a vampire from the second tribe came with a token, Qiao Xi let him in without thinking much, and when that person appeared, she was also stunned.

A very familiar person.

The boy, his arms covered in bandages, had foxy eyes with upturned corners, and when he smiled brightly, he revealed two small canine teeth. A mole under his eye added an inexplicable sexiness to him.

destiny?

Or arrange?

Sometimes, it's a magical thing.

"Hi, Lord God." The young man in the palace uniform smiled and waved to greet her. The familiar frivolous tone and casual attitude made Qiao Xi recognize the person in front of her at once.

"So, why are you here?"

Qiao Xi was silent for a while, looking at the young man An Qiluo who was holding the token of the second clan.

She could never have imagined it.

You will meet people you thought you would part ways with here, and in a completely new story world.

[The previous cooperation was facilitated, but the task was not cancelled]

The Little White Cat System flipped through the task list.

Show her the tasks in progress.

Qiao Xi: “…”

The ghost lingers.

Is this really intended to arouse her brutal sadism?

Angelo grinned, raised his hands and pulled open his collar, "Of course, it's to see the Lord God again and rekindle our old relationship."

Under the neat and meticulous court uniform.

Bound around his neck was an iron-like collar, and in the middle of the collar was a broken section of what looked like an iron chain. Angelo pointed to his neck.

He explained to himself.

"My identity is the duke of the second clan who kidnapped the heroine and sucked her blood. It's very simple to get the heroine's blood, in order to recover strength faster and break the seal."

seal?

You mean this dog collar-like thing?

Although he looked like a teenager, An Qiluo was actually a duke who had lived for hundreds of years. Qiao Xi came in front of him and observed the necklace chain with strange patterns. She raised her hand and touched the chain.

It was at this time.

The chain seemed to sense her breath and instantly extended over, actively wrapping around Qiao Xi's wrist, willingly being held tightly in her hand.

"...The witch's seal?"

Qiao Xi raised her eyes and eyebrows slightly raised. The aura she felt was the seal of the previous witch. And the previous witch had died two hundred years ago.

"It should be a plot setting."

Anqiluo stroked his chin thoughtfully.

The young man's beautiful eyes were fixed on Qiao Xi without blinking, his naked gaze showing no intention of looking away.

When Qiao Xi looked over.

His eyes were also filled with a mischievous smile, and he deliberately continued to use that pretentious voice.

"Oh, the witch has caught me."

Qiao Xi felt a chill run down her spine when she heard his words. She was just thinking about loosening the chains and kicking the man out. An Qiluo lowered his gaze slightly, his deep eyes filled with countless dark emotions.

Before Qiao Xi let go.

He grabbed Qiao Xi's wrist and approached. His aura changed from being frivolous and casual to becoming extremely oppressive and aggressive.

Angelo took her hand.

When Qiao Xi's fingertips gently touched the collar around his neck, all the cynical and playful expressions disappeared, and An Qiluo's expression was more serious than ever before.

You can take a closer look.

It was not difficult to detect the morbid madness that had already spread deep in his eyes.

The young man's lowered, magnetic voice still had the same clarity as before, but it added a hint of danger, and his ambiguous and warm breath fell into his ears.

A blatant, evil and wanton smile.

Carrying countless unspeakable emotions, but more dazzling than the scorching sun.

He said—

"Witch-sama, would you like to tame a disobedient puppy?"

The collar, pulled by the chain, bound the beast that harbored the demonic soul and longed to be tamed by her.