Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Robb drove downtown to shop for camping essentials.

Inside the academy, Nan sat alone in the corner, wearing headphones, smiling at the teaching book on love skills.

Zoe, Madison, and Queenie are happily talking about how to play tomorrow.

Fiona suddenly appeared in front of them.

"What are you talking about?" After glancing over the witches' young faces, she asked with a smile.

"Talking about camping, tomorrow will be a good day." Queenie replied with a big grin.

Fiona said with emotion: "Good choice." I remember participating in various camping activities for a long time when I was younger. Forests, mountains, islands, Gobi, no man's land... The beauty of nature is endless. It's beautiful when you're young.

"Enjoy your youth, don't regret it when you're old."

"Oh, right."

Just about to turn around, Fiona paused in her steps, turned back and beckoned to Madison: "I didn't attend the reception banquet, Madison, come and tell me how you and Robb solved that evil spirit." I'm interested in this.

Madison's heart tightened.

With the information that Robb told her about the Supreme Witch before, now she has a different understanding when she looks at Fiona's words and deeds.

Fortunately, she is an actress, and her normal acting skills have nothing to say.

"No problem."

Madison showed Fiona a standard smile, and at the other party's beckoning, he simply got up neatly and left with him.

Zoe and Queenie didn't care, and continued the previous topic.

......

Three hours later.

Robb, who returned with a large bag and a small bag, heard the news that Fiona had called Madison away from Zoe's mouth, his face suddenly tightened, and he quickly asked:

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know." Zoe said with some envy, "Fiona seems to like Madison. Indeed, Madison is growing the fastest in power among us. Maybe Fiona thinks she's the next Supreme Witch. "

That's how it's more dangerous!

Robb frowned and took out his phone, about to send a message to Madison.

Zoe, who noticed Robb's expression, wondered, "What's wrong?" Is there something wrong?

"Nothing?" Robb shook his head, "Just ask Madison if she needs anything else for tomorrow's camping."

Robb sent a message, and although the content was not explicitly stated, Madison could understand it.

Soon, Madison's reply came.

"Everything works fine, nothing else."

"No need..."

Robb breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Madison said so, then she naturally has a perfect solution.

Robb put his mind down.

Of course, every once in a while, he would send Madison a message to confirm that he was safe.

And just like that, late at night.

Two witches, one big and one small, soaked in the bar for a long time, and finally gave up to go home.

Unnecessary accidents happen, but Robb still chooses to wait.

When he went to the kitchen to find something to eat, he found Queenie feasting there, while Delphi kneaded the dough helplessly, ready to serve fresh food.

"Haven't slept yet?" Robb greeted Queenie.

"I'm a little hungry." Queenie said justifiably.

After that, she handed out a pastry plate that had not yet been touched and shared: "Do you want to eat?" Still hot.

"Of course."

Robb also took the plate unceremoniously, and commented while eating: "Put too much sugar, it's too sweet."

"Is it? How do I feel okay. Looking at the exact same pastry in his hand, Queenie swallowed it in one bite, and after tasting it, he was puzzled.

Having said that, she greeted Delphi: "Another plate, remember to put less sugar."

Delphi, who was already impatient, kneaded the dough fiercely and complained more and more: "God! What the hell am I doing wrong? There was a bottomless pit, not to mention, and now another one. It's time to sleep, not eat!

"As a maid, you should obey your master's orders." At least Queenie didn't whip you, did he? Robb, who was glad that he had only been a valet for a day or two, teased Delphi.

He has no good feelings for this old woman who prides herself on torture and killing, and even her own daughter is imprisoned and abused.

No matter how it is corrected, perversion is still perverted.

"Indeed, thank you Robb for the reminder." Queenie answered, "Hurry up, don't be lazy, watch out for me pumping you, damn white supremacy!" "

One black, one yellow..." muttered Delphi, and when he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly caught a dark shadow flashing out the window.

"What just now?" She was taken aback.

Queenie: "What what?" Don't make excuses to be lazy! "

There's something outside the window! It's true! Delphi carefully moved out the window and peered out.

Queenie turned his head and glanced out the window, and said impatiently: "There is nothing outside!" Get back to work before I smoke you, slave! "

What's wrong?"

The conversation between the two caught the attention of Robb, who was filling his stomach.

As soon as he turned his head to look, Delphi suddenly burst into a terrified scream, and the whole person retreated one after another.

"Nope... No way! This is by no means true!

Trembling, Delphi said in fear, quickly locking the doors and windows.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Queenie got up full of puzzlement, and was about to grab the nervous Delphi, Robb said with a very serious expression:

"There is indeed something outside!" Queenie!

"You two close the doors and windows, don't go out!" I went up there to get a gun and shake people. Wait for me! Time

was pressing, and after saying all this quickly, Robb quickly rushed upstairs.

Just as Delphi was frightened to retreat, he did see a minotaur appear outside the window.

It is clear that this is not a normal guy.

Robb ran back to his room as fast as he could, took out his pistol, and shouted the names "Cordelia", "Zoe", and "Nan".

Without waiting for the other party to respond, he immediately ran down again.

At this time, Delphi downstairs had trembled and revealed his true identity, and the minotaur was his former valet Bastian and the past lover of the Voodoo Queen.

She installed the bull head herself.

Queenie glanced at Delphi speechlessly.

She had wanted to go out in person to meet the poor fellow person, but when she thought of what Robb said, she still didn't go out, picked up a sharp knife and fork, and looked around with a defensive expression.

"How's it going?"

But in more than ten seconds, even if the witches upstairs had just woken up, Robb ran back, and was asking about the current situation, and the violent banging of the door told him everything.