Chapter 128 Sorry, I'm Miss Witch's
A fight across time and space only exists in fantasy and is extremely difficult to achieve.
Even though Yvesette is as powerful as a monster, she is currently a patient who needs a wheelchair to move.
The terrifying aura left over from the brief confrontation just now gradually dissipated into the air as time passed.
In the dim room, everything began to become quiet.
However, Lynn's plan is not over yet.
He would completely cure Yvesette's heart disease tonight.
"What kind of person is she?"
After a long time, Yvesette asked in a low voice with a faint trembling tone.
Her tightly clenched white hands showed the unrest in her heart at the moment.
"She is you who will become a god in the future. She is beautiful and powerful." Lin En lay on Yvesette's knees and gently rubbed her delicate palms. "Not only that, she also saved me from near death when I was possessed by two demons."
"Come to think of it, no matter how you look at it, you seem to be quite similar to the future witch lady, especially the color of your hair."
"Every time I see you quiet down, I can't help but think of her."
"Of course, there are still some subtle differences in temperament and eyes, especially the curse mark on your face. It seems that the future you has lifted the influence of the curse and has become..."
"Shut up!"
Iviste, whose pain point was touched, suddenly covered her face, lowered her head deeply, and screamed hysterically.
She shook Lin En's hand away with all her strength, as if she wanted him to roll as far away as possible.
But the next second, Yvesette seemed to have fallen into schizophrenia. She hugged him tightly in her arms and muttered to herself as if hypnotized.
"You are mine and you will always be mine. No one can take you away from me."
She gently bit Lynn's cheek and earlobe with her white silver teeth, spraying hot and sweet breath and kissing her.
It seems that only in this way can one forcibly put one's own mark on him.
But before she knew it, a line of crystal tears slowly flowed down the corners of Yvesette's eyes.
Her breathing was trembling, as if she wanted to forget everything that happened tonight, and hoped that when she woke up tomorrow, her lovely puppy would still be lying in bed waiting for her to feed him as usual.
I'm sorry, Your Highness.
Sensing the strong sense of uneasiness coming from the woman, Lynn wanted to give her a hug.
However, now is not the time to do this.
He temporarily suppressed the guilt that arose in his heart for unknown reasons and became hard-hearted.
That alone is not enough.
There is only one way to completely destroy the disease in Yvesette.
That is to arouse the twisted jealousy and possessiveness in her heart.
Only by using a powerful existence that far surpasses her as an imaginary enemy, giving her a sense of crisis and motivation to move forward, can she be prompted to return to the majestic and awe-inspiring princess of the past.
Of course, there was also a high possibility that this action would completely destroy him and her.
But Lynn couldn't wait any longer.
He had no choice but to take this risky approach.
At this moment, as Ivisette's body struggled and shook, a magic stone with a shadow suddenly fell out of her arms.
Lynn picked up the stone subconsciously.
The next second, a curtain of light slowly appeared in the air.
That was the image of him in agony sitting on the torture chair.
Apparently, Melanie took advantage of him losing consciousness and secretly filmed this scene.
I must spank her hard next time.
Lynn thought silently.
Looking at himself in the picture, muttering something with a ferocious expression, he frowned, and then gradually fell silent.
But Yvesette seemed to have grasped the last straw: "You, look!"
"This is what happened before you lost your memory!"
"Listen carefully! Whose name are you calling out?!"
Lynn looked at the scene in the picture.
"Your Highness."
The boy suppressed his pain and called out the name.
A hint of surprise appeared in Yvesette's bright red eyes. She held Lin's hand tightly and interlocked their fingers.
However, the next second, the young man in the picture uttered an unclear name again.
It should have been blurry and not caught her attention.
But after what happened just now, the two people who knew the truth instantly discerned the true meaning behind it.
"Miss Witch."
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In an instant, Yvesette felt her heart stop beating, followed by a stabbing pain like a needle, which made her breathing stop.
What was happening before my eyes only showed one thing.
He and that woman probably knew each other for a long time.
Even earlier than her.
Blood dripped slowly along Iviste's skin which had already been pierced by nails.
Seeing this, Lin En knew that it was time to give her the heaviest and most fatal blow of the night.
"Your Highness seems to have always treated me as your pet?" He suddenly spoke in a gentle voice, "But I'm sorry, I am a living human being, not a puppy that can be toyed with at will."
"I hope you can understand this."
"Shut up!" Iviste didn't want to hear him talk to her in such a tone, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to cover his mouth, "Don't say anything more."
"I will pretend that nothing happened tonight. Okay?"
Her breathing was disordered and trembling, and there was even a hint of pleading in her voice.
She no longer seemed to have the dignity and demeanor of the former villain princess, and was as distraught as a little girl who had lost something precious.
But Lynn ignored her resistance at the moment.
Like a heartless executioner, he mercilessly delivered the final judgment on Yvesette's almost broken mind.
"Let's take a step back and say I'm a dog."
"That's Miss Witch's dog, too."
Inside the Pantheon.
Imprisoned by several chains, the witch lady sat at the foot of the steps in the center of the hall as usual, quietly reading a book spread out on her lap.
Her expression was extremely cold, like an iceberg that had been there for thousands of years and was difficult to melt.
No matter how passionate the emotions were, they could not move her in the slightest. She seemed to be completely replaced by divinity.
Logically speaking, this is how it should be.
But at a certain moment, her beautiful bright red eyes suddenly lost focus for a moment, as if her attention was distracted by a memory image that was transmitted across a hundred thousand years.
The confused look on her face and her slightly rapid breathing showed that she was not at peace at the moment.
After a while, she slowly closed her eyes, as if to hide her shaken expression, raised the book spread on her legs and gently covered her face with it.
I don’t know how much time passed.
In the eternally silent hall, a faint murmur could be heard.
".So cute."
(ps: I had a stomachache again today. I couldn't stand it after writing two chapters sitting down. I felt a little better when I lay down on the bed. I'm really sorry.) (End of this chapter)