witcher in marvel

Chapter 41 Sudden Changes

Murray Anthony and his bodyguards ran wildly in the huge villa, but they couldn't escape no matter what.

Not a moment later, the little girl appeared like a ghost, blocking a bodyguard in the corner, still smiling sweetly.

"Uncle, come and play with the flower rope!"

The girl's voice was not deterrent, but the bodyguard's body was shaking like chaff.

The girl stretched out the twisted flower rope in front of him, and the bodyguard backed away in fear, as if stepping on thorns with every step.

"Let me go!"

The bodyguard was about to cry, his lips were bitten and bleeding.

"To give up is to admit defeat." The girl's smile was extremely bright.

The bodyguard trembled, stretched out his hands trembling, and said without tears: "But... I don't know how to play!"

Turning the flower rope is a children's game that was passed down among the people in the Celestial Dynasty, and it is also popular in the Chinese cultural circle, but there is no similar game popular in Western countries. He, a big and thick Germanic man, has never even seen it before. How does he know the specific way to play it?
"It's very simple." The girl explained to him with a good temper, "I use my fingers to weave the rope into one pattern, and you take it with your fingers and turn it into another different pattern. We alternate with each other until one side can no longer Turn it down."

The bodyguard's face trembled, his knuckles turned slightly white: "I've never played this kind of game before, it's too unfair, I... can I refuse to participate?"

"You have no right to refuse. I said that giving up is tantamount to admitting defeat."

The girl seemed a little impatient, her sullen breath seemed to materialize, a large area of ​​the surrounding red flowers withered immediately, and the salala's flesh rotted into black juice, giving off a nauseous smell.

"OK! OK!"

The bodyguard hurriedly raised his hand, stretched it awkwardly, gently picked up the knot with his fingers, and awkwardly put it between his fingers.

Not loose.

Passed the first pass.

"Look, it's very simple!" The girl stretched out her hand happily, making a gesture of turning over the flower rope.

"If I win, can I leave?" The bodyguard said pitifully.

"Of course, of course."

The girl reached out and hooked up the knot, and weaved another pattern, square scarf, thread pendant, cut face, chicken feet... Anyone who has played this game knows that the early pattern is simple, and the later it becomes more complicated.

The Germanic burly man with cold sweat on his head only managed to pull out three tricks before he could no longer continue.

With a flick of his thick fingers, the flower turned into a mess in an instant.

The big Germanic man froze, his hands seemed to weigh a thousand catties, trembling and unable to lift them up, the expression on his face seemed to be crying but not crying, he struggled and shouted: "Play another game! Play another game! This time I will definitely win... ..."

The elf-like girl shook her head and chuckled lightly: "There is only one game, so..."

Swish!
The flower rope fluttering in the wind suddenly rose up, winding up like a poisonous snake, tying up the poor bodyguard.

"Let me go!"

"Help!!"

"Help!!!"

The girl looked at him with a smile, took out another flower rope, folded it several times in her hands, and turned it into the shape of a chicken foot, and said to him: "This is a new game I came up with, which pattern do you lose on?" , I will use which pattern to send you away, what do you think?"

"Do not……"

Just as the bodyguard's horrified roar came out, the chicken paw pattern in the girl's hand suddenly flashed, shining with a metallic luster, aiming at the bodyguard's throat and stabbing it in.

laugh!
Blood splattered.

The bodyguard's throat moved rapidly, but there was only a crackling sound.

The girl smiled and pulled the "chicken claws" upwards, piercing the bodyguard's throat claws, and immediately slashed towards his head, cutting the head into five pieces like cutting tofu.

[Turn over, turn over the flower rope, wrap your fingers around it and tie a knot

Pull the thread, hook out the shape, the pattern turned is really cute
You flip a big chicken foot, I flip noodles one by one
You turn over a big fishnet, I turn over a bath tub
You turn over the parachute, I turn over the scissors and the vase

Turn over, turn over the rope, match our skillful hands]

With a contented smile on her face, the girl sang songs full of innocence, stepping on red flowers like blood, and continued her hunting game.

The bodyguards were caught one by one, and they had to play this horrible game with her with a sad face.

Double crosses, flower handkerchiefs, noodles, butterflies, fishing nets, twists, bridges...

The turning flower rope is woven with various patterns in the hands of the girl, using various methods to send fresh lives to hell.

There were fewer and fewer living people in the villa. Some people couldn't stand it anymore and simply shot themselves. Others scattered one after another and went to find their own way out. No one was in the mood to protect the boss anymore.

The girl still didn't go to Murray Anthony, she just hunted those bodyguards one by one.

Finally, when the last bodyguard was disemboweled by flower-rope scissors, only Murray Anthony remained nearby.

The girl sang like a lark, like a little girl on the way home from school.

Suddenly, her smile faded away, and she turned her head to look at the sea of ​​flowers behind her.

Stab it! !
With a piercing sound of rubbing, a golden ring flew out of thin air and hit her head.

A black light flashed in the girl's eyes, and she immediately wove the flower rope into a net, and walked towards the golden ring.

laugh! !

The flamboyant rope that shone with metallic luster was instantly scattered by the golden ring, but the golden ring also dissipated.

The split rope turned into pus-red blood, staining the girl's sweet little face.

"who is it?!"

The girl roared angrily, her snow-white face turned hideous due to the blood.

"Expel the wicked!"

The sea of ​​red flowers rolled and condensed into a gate.

Two figures paced out from behind the "door".

One male and one female.

The man was of black race, dressed in a plain cassock, and carried a short staff behind his back.

The woman is Caucasian, also wearing a simple cassock, with a long stick behind her back.

"You bastard from hell, you should go back to your hometown!"

With a roar, the black man drew out the short stick behind him, then leaped forward, and lashed towards the girl.

The power of magic flows in the short stick, and the stirring air emits a fiery breath.

"Mage who meddles in his own business!"

The girl looked ferocious, and she lifted her hands up suddenly, and the red flowers all over the ground immediately flew, forming shields one after another, and hit the black figure.

The black man twisted his waist in the air, and the short stick slashed in a perfect arc, swinging away the two flower shields on the left side, and then turned around and swept across, smashing the flower shield behind him.

The moment he landed, he stabbed forward with his short stick like a long spear, piercing through the flower shield in front of him, and then the stick continued to hit the girl's head.

At this moment, a flash of fire appeared at the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

The rapidly rotating magic fan hit the magic short stick, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

"who is it?"

The two mages were taken aback. This magic fan was obviously Kama Taj's spell, but someone from the same sect stopped them from subduing demons?

"Senior Brother Modu, can you show me some face?"

"After she finishes her revenge, I will personally send her to where she should go."

In order to deal with the two enemies, the girl's power is shrinking, and the red flowers all over the mountains and plains disappear in pieces.

After the disappearing sea of ​​flowers, more and more figures appeared.

The one in the front, even if it covers the whole body, the two mages can still recognize it at a glance.

Mo Du raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "Bai, why are you maintaining it?"

Bai Jinglan stepped forward and said calmly: "Senior Brother Modu, Master Tina, I didn't defend the hell monsters, I defended fairness, this girl's whole family was killed by these scumbags, I just want to wait for her to eliminate All hatred, and send her away with it."

"Nonsense!" Mo Du became even more angry.

His rigid personality is notorious, how could he agree with this approach?

Mage Tina's tone was very gentle, but she also disapproved of his approach, and persuaded softly: "Bai, you should know that the more souls devoured by monsters, the stronger their power will be. We must create bigger monsters." Eliminate them before the disaster."

Bai Jinglan looked at the girl's ferocious face, and sighed: "Her hatred is gone, only the person inside is left, just wait a few more minutes..."

"Don't think about it!"

Modu refused without thinking, "Bai, our duty is to eliminate these monsters that have sneaked into the material world. Human love and hatred have nothing to do with us."

His magic power was stirring, and the scepter of the court of life radiated light again.

"Feel sorry."

Bai Jinglan's figure flashed, standing between Modu and the girl, "Brother Modu, you have your principles, and I also have my persistence. I just promised that after she finishes her revenge, I will kill her with my own hands." Annihilation, so... please wait a moment, both of you!"

"Bai, you are presumptuous!!"

With a flick of Mo Duqi's arm, the short stick turned into a long whip, and his head was pulled down.

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(End of this chapter)