The secret of your husband's self-portrait has been exposed. It is now placed in the abandoned park south of Billy Street. At nine o'clock, we will officially destroy the painting. If you still want to see "him" for the last time, please come to the appointment on time.
The winner is king, the loser has nothing to say!
8pm.
The witch Claire put down the letter in her hand. This was an obvious trap, but she no longer cared.
She would go to the park no matter who was eyeing her.
Wraith spirits have little intelligence and act in a mechanical and rigid manner. Second-level evil spirits are relatively cunning, but not as good as humans. Even if they become evil spirits and are as intelligent as humans, they will never be the same person as the deceased before his death.
She was desperate in her heart, it was just a broken jar.
Because she had been traumatized many times before, even as a fourth-level witch, she actually only had less than 20 years to live.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with her husband like this, but maybe because she had committed too many sins in the past, God could not let her do so.
There is a full-length mirror on the left side of the living room, with a frame made of rosewood.
This kind of wood is not easy to crack, not easy to deform, easy to process, easy to carve, has clear texture and fragrance.
Coupled with the exquisite skills of the craftsmen, it is just a piece of glass framed and fixed on the base, but it has a classical beauty.
This is a mirror made by Claire herself. After she stopped making potions and doing alchemy experiments, she started making some furniture or learning to cook.
Showing a gentle smile, Claire started combing her clothes in the mirror.
She let her brown hair spread naturally and put on the khaki shirt jacket and yellow gauze skirt.
That was how she was dressed that day.
It was raining heavily and she fell to the wet ground. Seven people passed by along the way, but only the painter picked her up.
Otherwise, she would have died the next day because she was extremely weak at the time, and there would be no need for Michelle, the "Holy White Sword", to hunt her down.
The corners of Claire's mouth were slightly raised. She put on a pair of pink and white mid-heeled shoes and a white ladies' straw hat with a black ring on the bottom like a girl next door going on a date with her boyfriend for the first time.
Door.
It seemed like it was a sunny morning and she was just going to a park with flowers in full bloom for an appointment.
It doesn't matter whether it's Paladin Michel, or even Gonzalez, the leader of the Knights Templar, or anyone else.
Da da da
Light and rhythmic footsteps sounded in the silent deserted park, and the witch lotus walked slowly on the deserted brick and stone ground.
The comfortable cool breeze blew her long hair, the dim cold light of the stars and moon fell, and a slight rustling sound was heard.
The witch came to the small square, surrounded by a few fallen leaves swirling down.
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots suddenly appeared, and the holy text on the demon-hunting bullet shone brightly, emitting a faint white light and shooting toward her.
"Haha~"
Witch Claire chuckled.
The black and red runes on her arms lit up, and she raised her hand instantly. A red translucent skeleton palm blocked the two demon-hunting bullets, and she shook it lightly!
The holy text shone brightly, and two demon-hunting bombs exploded like fireworks.
The witch's red skull handprint is also somewhat damaged, but it is being repaired quickly.
At this time, Ren and Catherine rushed out of the bushes almost at the same time, encircling them one on the left and the other on the right.
Keng ~
There was a sound of a knife, and Ren held the knife in his right hand.
The energy of the stars in the body is injected into the Demon Hunter 7-style long sword. The psychic array in the blade lights up, and the sword cuts out with a half-turn.
The sound of breaking wind sounded, and the arc-shaped light blue sword flew out, with a hiss, cutting the red skull handprint into two pieces!
"Huh?"
Claire was a little surprised and took a step back. Even if her strength was not as good as before, she shouldn't be able to break through the "Witch's Hand" by a third-level demon hunter.
She couldn't allow her to think too much.
Catherine held the gun in her right hand and fired another silver demon-hunting bullet, while her left hand formed a spiral shape, crimson fire light lit up, and the arc-shaped crescent moon condensed on the palm of her hand.
Whoosh!
The crescent moon seemed to be burning, flying quickly like a witch. Claire jumped to the left nimbly, avoiding the demon-hunting bullet first.
Then she reached out and picked up the straw hat, turned it around, several black and red runes lit up, and a lotus pattern appeared on the straw hat.
boom!
The crescent moon emitting crimson light hit the straw hat, exploded, and dissipated into fireworks!
The lotus pattern on the witch's straw hat also dimmed a bit.
On the other side, Ren stepped on the floor tiles and took advantage of the situation to bully him. He held a knife in both hands and slashed, and the light of the knife cut through the night!
'Blood cut!'
With a hiss, the sword light cut the straw hat in Claire's hand into two halves.
Ren was unwilling to give up. He immediately raised his foot, fighting energy condensed in the sole of his foot, and little stars appeared, and he kicked the witch in the head!
The leather boots carried the surging spiritual energy across her bangs and lifted up her long burgundy hair. The witch leaned back to avoid the kick and retreated.
Bang bang!
Before she could stand upright again, Ren instantly took out the demon hunting pistol from the pocket of his windbreaker and fired two bullets without ceremony.
Catherine also added another shot.
Claire, who was flying back, stopped instantly, her body whirled as if dancing a swan, and the hem of her yellow gauze skirt floated up.
Many black geometric shapes appeared on her clothes.
The demon-hunting bullet stopped on her body and clothes, the white holy text on it dimmed, and the bullet turned into dust and drifted away.
Claire laughed charmingly, her voice clear and sweet:
"Who am I to think that you two third-level demon hunters want to hunt me?
Give me the painting and I'll let you go!"
"You are happy too early. Now you no longer have the fourth-level combat power. In three years, you will be almost useless." Ren held the demon hunting knife and taunted.
The Red Witch's expression turned cold. Indeed, as Ren said, she is just an empty shell now.
He already had hidden wounds on his body, and he promised his husband not to kill anyone again and draw blood, but now he is not advancing but retreating in strength.
In addition, I haven't played against anyone in three years, and my form has also declined a lot.
No more words, the witch Claire has lost her patience, it was just a test between the two parties.
Her brown-red hair spread out, and a blood moon ring rose from behind her.
The black and red runes on his arms also fell from his body, forming a complex pattern of soul-devouring arrays on the ground.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The free spiritual energy in the air brings the breeze, gathers in the witch formation under her long white legs, and then sucks it into the body from the soles of her feet, injecting into the blood behind her
In the ring.
Petals appear one after another in the blood ring.
Like a blooming lotus, extremely charming, black and red chains surged out from the buds, sweeping towards Ren and Catherine!
The two looked at each other and seemed to understand each other very well.
Ren stepped lightly with the soles of his feet, and the energy of the stars was directed to a certain point on the ground.
At this moment, in the small square in the center, the orderly dots shone like cold stars.
The large and small double-layered hexagram array lit up on the ground, and the smaller hexagram array quickly floated into the sky and slowly rotated 8 meters above the head.
The densely packed black and red chains that were sweeping towards the two people in mid-air suddenly stopped.
Little bits of stardust corroded the red chain like rust.
‘Shadow Killer!’
Ren raised his sword, dozens of sword lights pierced the air, and the sword light intertwined into a network of light, shattering all the psychic chains that were swept away!
Bang!
One by one, the broken black and red chains fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and then slowly faded and disappeared.
Claire's expression changed.
She stared at the six-pointed star formation with an ugly face, feeling a lot of suppression. The corrosive power of those starlights seemed to be much greater than the normal formation!
"Your power is special."
This was the second time that the witch Claire spoke out. She stared carefully at Ren in the darkness, surrounded by dots of fluorescent lights.
Catherine on the side smiled coquettishly: "That's right, so I asked him to activate the Star Formation."
After saying that, Catherine reached out and slapped the ground, and the crimson spiritual energy was directed into another spell formation like running water.
Green light emerges,
The patterns of countless vine petals light up on the brick and stone floor, and the fresh breath of green grass and flowers flows into the mouth and nose.
Around the small square, the vegetation seemed to be stimulated by something, and shrubs and flowers began to grow wildly.
A vine begins to grow visibly to the naked eye, with new shoots sprouting and quickly turning into verdant green leaves.
Countless branches stretched out like whips from the woods beside the square towards the Red Witch, entangled with the black and red chains emerging from the blood lotus behind her!
Some vines covered with oval green leaves surrounded Catherine, making her as beautiful as an elf in a flower.
The fragrance of flowers and plants overflows, making people feel relaxed and happy.
The stars shine, the vegetation revives, and the two spell formations are activated. The most insidious thing is that the core of the formation is the self-portrait in the center of the small square!
In that painting lies the ghost of the witch's husband, the painter Igor.
The witch Claire stared at the self-portrait wrapped in the energy barriers of the two formations and took a deep breath.
The next moment, her pupils were stained with a strange scarlet color.
