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Chapter 174 The Escaped Canary in a Cage
The delicate woman kicked the wall of the tavern violently, she turned around angrily, but froze on the spot after the slight wind passed by, a clear line of blood appeared on her pale neck, the one who created hell on earth The headless witch collapsed to the ground.

Huh, what happened.

The round head rolled on the ground, and the witch rolled her eyes and opened her mouth. After seeing another broken long skirt, her bewildered face burst into wild joy.

"Witch!"

"Witch!"

The uncontrollable black souls broke free from the long skirt. After devouring the witch's body with tears in their eyes, they rushed towards the rolling head with a silent scream.

"Ahhh, witch! Witch!"

The head was blocked by the black souls, her eyeballs were eaten while screaming, and the slightly shaking head stretched out her non-existent arms, but her cries were also swallowed by those vengeful black souls.

"Witch! Witch! Save, save..."

She hissed at the top of her lungs.

help me.

Red tears of regret flowed from the bones, and the crazy black souls knelt on the ground, offering their loyalty and endless gratitude to that supreme existence, their bodies trembling and dissipating.

"I'm not a witch." Canary raised her pale long eyebrows.

The black soul was scorched under the sun, poked by needles, roasted, and then the gratitude in the eyes disappeared under the light.

Mo Zishu stared at the witch's bones in the alley, bent down, and kissed the smooth skull like a lover. The next second, a silver flame rose up, and the strange witch was endowed with another kind of form of life.

The flaming white bones raised their chin in confusion, and were given a new name by the master who created him.

"Just call me, witch."

"quack."

Bone's upper and lower jaws collided rapidly.

Bone stumbled, twisted hands and feet to follow the black god, screamed and crawled on the ground, like a demon spying on life in the dark night, crawling around contentedly, leaving burnt marks.

Mo Zishu is sitting in the yard of another manor. On her hands is an old fox with drooping limbs. The fiery red fur from her ancestors has become pale and dry. The flowers on the other side are already swaying under the fox's skin. , This is a life that is about to return to reincarnation.

Everything around has the unique style of the Middle Ages, even with the mystery and sacredness of religion. The angel with wings on the pillar gently holds the harp in his arms, and the pure girl tilts the flagon in her hand. The bright spring water is everywhere. , The cobblestone path is engraved with people's prayers and happiness.

The white bones in the shadows are clinging to the pillars of the manor. The more charming posture than the snake demon is the anger of jealousy. It scratches the hard pillars angrily and anxiously. In the bones without eyeballs is the greed for the fox's flesh and blood.

The rattan chair on which Canary was sitting was swimming slowly, the boa-like body was covered with red flowers, and the green leaves tangled under the flowers and fruits had distinct facial features. , it was forever solidified on the leaves of the magic vine.

Not far away is a black wild wolf sitting calmly on the ground, with a necklace of strangely shaped skulls on its thick neck, golden pupils flashing with a look of hunger, and its constantly shaking long black tail exposed the giant millstone The inner thoughts of the big wolf demon.

(End of this chapter)