"Clam?"
Dorothy stood on the huge stage with questions in her head, and the pleasant words in her ears made her tremble.
What the hell is this?
Court of Love? Isn’t this a grand theater? It doesn’t look like a court. Your courts are all held in a theater?
The court is very serious, okay? Is it okay to turn serious things into entertainment?
this is not good.
Also, please explain to me clearly what the punishment of lust is, and how lust and punishment are connected. I have little knowledge, so don’t lie to me.
........
The otaku witch has a lot of regrets in her heart, but now she can only hold it in.
She could only frown and look around, taking in the layout of the so-called Court of Love.
Well, this is obviously a very gorgeously decorated opera house. Although it is not as luxurious as the previous Witch Opera House in Venus City to an almost god-level level, it is almost the top specification of an ordinary building without the involvement of magic.
To the extent that it was left behind in the previous life, it was considered a cultural heritage.
However, the light in the auditorium around the stage was now dim, and Dorothy could not see anything.
This dimness was originally nothing to her, but now it was just like the fog before. Even though she had used magic to enhance her vision, she still couldn't see clearly.
But even though she couldn't see a single person in sight, the otaku witch's inspiration reminded her, giving her the feeling that the countless auditoriums were filled with people.
Sight has weight.
The sight of countless people is even more so.
Even though the builder of this stage, the unscrupulous Demon King, used means to block the weight of those sights, a highly inspired witch like Dorothy can still vaguely feel the sense of prying eyes.
This made her very uneasy, because she didn't know whether these damn senses of prying eyes were new or had always existed before.
After all, now that she is in the center of the stage, her perception of sight is particularly keen, but in the previous stages, her perception was not obvious.
Send... Artie, just wait for me.
The house witch gritted her teeth in her heart.
She doesn't really dare to offend the majesty of the Demon King, but don't be caught by her next time when Atina incarnates, otherwise she will appoint her to play the song "Why Are the Flowers So Red".
In addition to the audience seats, Dorothy raised her head and found that there were six extended platform seats on the second floor of the stage. At this time, there was one person sitting on each seat.
As soon as she saw everyone's familiar faces, the otaku witch breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the sisters are all fine.
only....
"Um, how come everyone is back to normal?"
The otaku witch was a little surprised.
At this time, Senior Mia and others are no longer in the shape of statues, wolves or sheep. They have returned to their original appearances and are sitting in their seats with confused faces. Then they all look worried.
Looking at Dorothy in the audience.
And apart from them, Lucifer, Madeline and Wendy, who had not been found before, were even more confused.
The three of them were still challenging their respective levels, and even seemed to be about to pass the level. However, they were suddenly pulled to such a place, which caught them off guard.
However, they turned to look at the sisters beside them and at the familiar otaku witch in the center of the stage below, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, I actually recovered too. Tsk, this is not the time to recover."
Only then did Dorothy belatedly realize that she was no longer carrying the body of the Demon King. She had restored her own body, and the powerful power and witch belonging to the Dragon Witch were flowing through her body, making her feel
I am now full of strength.
However, this is not as good as staying the same. Why should I hold it in my own face when She dies? Otherwise, I can still say that the death of She is the devil, not mine.
send......
The otaku witch cursed in her heart a certain king of pranks who had no royal demeanor at all.
"Xianbao, are you okay? Teacher Demon King didn't do anything to you, right?"
A familiar touch came from the top of her head. A tentacle hung down, and a worm-like swirling mouth full of sharp teeth grew from the end of the tentacle. However, a pleasant female voice came from it. The voice was mysterious and elegant.
"Senior Fanny, you finally have access to the Internet again."
Dorothy rolled her eyes angrily. This was obviously her most powerful plug-in, but she always disconnected every time she needed to use it. It was really not reliable at all.
Hat senior: "......"
The Outer God Witch expressed her regrets.
She wanted to protect this Master, but who made this guy always get involved in some weird things?
"So what did you do this time? Why did Mr. Demon King come here to torment you?"
She couldn't help but asked curiously.
She wouldn't be surprised if it was Teacher God King and Teacher Dragon King who came to Qian Bao. After all, they had disputes in their past lives, but it was Teacher Demon King who came. This was very strange.
"Now, Xibao, don't you have any disputes with Mr. Demon King that I don't know about?"
Senior Sister Hat opened the eyes of the stars on the brim of her hat and asked suspiciously.
Dorothy: "......"
She really couldn't help but think about it, but apart from the point in Witch Night that she couldn't take seriously, she really had nothing to do with the Demon King.
"I suspect it's because of her waist..."
After much thought, the otaku witch felt that the Demon King must have done this to avenge the past. After all, the Demon King was notoriously petty.
But before she could finish her words, the senior student quickly stretched out a tentacle and blocked her mouth, physically blocking her next words.
"Xianbao, there are some things that you won't die until you do it."
Senior Sister Fanny reminded me this way.
As the direct disciple of the Demon King, she naturally knows better than others how small-minded her teacher is. Even if she really did something, you can't tell her about it, otherwise she will definitely hold her grudge again.
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The otaku witch spat out her wet and cute tentacles, but she didn't pay much attention to her senior's warning.
After all, if you look at this scene and the rules of the game just now, is there any need to be cowardly?
Don't be cowardly and don't panic. The problem is huge. It's useless to be cowardly or panic.
She raised her head again, looking beyond the platform where the sisters were, towards the throne at the top.
At this time, a tall and mysterious witch was sitting on the throne. She was wearing a black tuxedo on her upper body, matching black trousers on her lower body, and an iconic top hat on her head, but her face was covered only by a mask.
A butterfly mask covering half of the face.
Tsk, the standard Phantom Thief dress.
However, others may think that this is a real monster thief, but Dorothy knows very well that the face of this guy under the mask is not the face of Sage Hermes, but the culprit of this prank - the Demon King.
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Tsk, thank you for being able to pretend to be a monster thief. How many layers is this?
Dorothy laughed in her heart and thought maliciously.
After all, Hermes' Phantom Thief is very graceful and has a good figure.
Of course, due to the angle of elevation, Dorothy could not clearly see the figure of the Phantom Thief on the throne at this moment. She could only see the long legs that were crossed and crossed.
Well, not to mention, you can laugh at Artie's upper body as much as you like, but his lower body is really nothing to blame.
Those legs even made Dorothy feel like she was looking at her own legs. They were slender and straight, the calves were tight and shapely, and the thighs were plump and fleshy, enough to be called a goddess.
Perhaps it is precisely because of the slight thinness of the upper body that the contrast between the upper and lower parts is even more obvious, resulting in the exciting contrast between the waist and drums.
Well, I can only say that it is indeed her favorite waist drum. The legs are beautiful, but the waist drum is even more amazing, so round and smooth.
The otaku witch looked fiercely at the culprit on the high throne.
This is undoubtedly a little offensive or even transgressive. After all, the beauty on the throne is actually a true supreme king.
To be continued...