Chapter 161 Stupid Witch
Hasta held the sword in his staff and secretly turned the tip of the sword. If the other party pounced directly on him, he would let her know what it means to be chilled to the bone.
"You are so handsome. I don't know how many innocent girls you will harm in the future. I think I should kill you to prevent another ignorant girl from being depressed because of you."
The voice was still full of charm. The words that were originally shouting for fighting and killing came out of her mouth, and there was a bit of charm.
The thread was piercing and it was heart-wrenching.
In this regard, Hasta's evaluation was: Not bad, a bit of the essence of the fox spirit in the gods and ghosts, but still too immature, need to practice more.
If it was the White Saint Katarina, her charm would never be so obvious, but in normal communication, she would capture your body and soul unconsciously.
"You want to kill me? What to kill me with? Your beauty or your body?"
Hasta's indifferent words were a little disdainful, which made Moraka, who was lying on the ceiling, sneer at the corner of his mouth.
She turned slightly and stared at Hastur's defenseless back of the neck.
With just a close approach, her nails could penetrate his skin, tear his muscles, and then twist his neck with a little force.
Of course, she didn't mind giving him a bloody kiss before he died completely.
Originally, she just wanted to come and take a look, but when she really saw this Baron Hastur Campbell, she couldn't control the flames of jealousy in her heart.
That feeling was like a fire burning every corner of her body.
So, she changed her mind. She wanted to kill this young and handsome nobleman and dig out his heart!
If this heart was given to her as a gift, what kind of picture would it be?
But when she was about to act, she had a strong sense of foreboding and danger in her heart.
It was as if the defenseless prey below was opening a huge net waiting for her to fall into the trap.
She decided to be careful, "I'm a little shy, can you turn off the light first?"
"Okay."
With a promise, the lights went out and the room fell into darkness again.
This level of darkness has no concealing effect on a witch who used to be an assassin.
"Lie down on the bed first, I'll come to you and take you into the world of pleasure."
Moraka flipped her right wrist, and a two-finger-wide dagger appeared. With the weapon, she could ensure that she could cut the throat of the prey below in an instant, even the skin and bones.
"You talk too much nonsense, are you here to seduce me to bed or to talk to me late at night?"
The rude words made Moraka stunned for a moment, and then she was angry!
She no longer waited, no longer hesitated, her body fell lightly like a fallen leaf, her waist turned slightly half a circle, and the dagger in her hand drew a cold light and slashed towards Hastur's throat.
Puff!
It was the sound of flesh being pierced by a sharp weapon.
But it was not her dagger that cut the prey's throat, but the sword in the prey's hand that pierced her lower abdomen accurately.
At the same time, the sword that penetrated her abdomen twisted it hard and cut her internal organs.
"Ah!"
A scream came out of her mouth uncontrollably, and at the same time she hurriedly pulled away, jumped into the shadow, and rushed out through the window, landing on the grass on the ground as nimbly as a fallen leaf.
The palm of her left hand covered the pierced lower abdomen, and the icy power flowed and spread, sealing the wound and preventing a large amount of blood from flowing out.
Moraka was panting heavily, not daring to stay any longer, and hurriedly ran along the street.
From the upstairs window, Hasta looked at the direction of her panicked escape, and did not jump directly from the window.
With his physique, if he wanted to jump from the window, the two stained glass windows would basically be broken again, and these were all money.
Moreover, relying on the speed of the flesh alone, it was impossible for him to catch up with this extraordinary person of the witch sect of unknown origin, after all, she was once an assassin known for her dexterity.
After determining the direction in which the witch fled, Hastur closed the window, returned to the bed, and his spirit left his body. He rolled up the war emblem and chased after her.
In the dark streets and alleys, Moraka ran away like a stray dog, her body blending into the shadows at a very fast speed.
The howling wind blew past her ears, and she finally regained some composure.
She couldn't figure out why her carefully prepared attack failed to kill the other party, but was stabbed by the other party first?
That person should not be able to see where she is.
This is the invisibility ability that only Sequence 7 witches have. How could it suddenly fail?
I can't figure it out.
After running a long distance, Moraka looked back and didn't see anyone chasing her. She breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.
She looked down at her abdomen. The ice there had gradually melted, and blood mixed with ice water flowed out, staining her black lace skirt red.
This was her favorite long dress. She chose to wear it because tonight was a special day, but now it was stained with blood.
She looked at it for a while, reached out to touch the flowing blood, then spread it around and put it in her mouth to taste it.
It tasted a little sweet, but more fishy.
She didn't like it very much, she only liked sweet blood.
After calming down a little, she used ice to freeze the wound and planned to bandage the wound when she got home.
Well, she didn't go back to her own home, but to her good sister's home.
Let her see what a painful price he paid for her.
Should she feel sorry for her miserable situation, or just mock?
"What an interesting question."
Moraka changed direction and staggered forward.
After a few steps, she was filled with panic and despair.
She subconsciously rolled on the dirty ground, and saw a big sword slashing down where she was just now!
If she hadn't dodged in time, the golden sword would have split her most proud body in two.
Is it that Baron Hasta Campbell who is chasing after her?
Before Moraka could find Hasta's figure, the golden sword turned in a direction and slashed down at her!
She had nowhere to escape, so she closed her eyes and prepared to meet her fate.
"Heh, interesting."
A familiar voice sounded in her ears, Moraka opened her eyes, the golden sword in front of her had disappeared, and she was held in someone's arms.
She didn't need to look up, she knew who came to save her.
In Backlund, only her mother could show up in time and save her at the critical moment.
Moraka felt her chin being pinched and lifted up, and she was faced with a face that looked a bit like hers, and almost exactly the same as her sister's.
"You are really useless!"
Disdainful tone, emotionless eyes.
Moraka's anger surged in her heart, and she said coldly: "Haha, I didn't beg you to save me."
Pah!
As soon as the words fell, she was slapped to the ground, and her beloved red dress was stained by the mud and sewage on the ground.
"If you were not my daughter, you would have died countless times! Can you still have the opportunity to be presumptuous in front of me?"
Moraka just wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then got up from the ground, said nothing, and walked forward on her own.
"Childish confrontation."
The voice from behind did not stop Moraka, and she still staggered forward.
"Who did you offend tonight?"
"Do you care about this issue?"
"He can avoid the tracking of my incarnation. He is not an ordinary Beyonder."
Moraka was silent for a while before slowly saying: "A noble, Baron Hasta Campbell."
...
In the room, Hasta's spirit chose to return from the Hall of Stars and merge into his body.
"Huh, it was really thrilling!"
Hasta sat up straight and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Just now, when he was about to kill the witch tonight with a sword, his spirit suddenly gave a crazy warning. He did not hesitate and left the place directly.
But the person who came came out of his body with an illusory figure and chased him all the way.
In order to avoid the illusory figure, he directly cut off the connection and let the spirit return to the Hall of Stars, and then returned to himself from the Hall of Stars.
Hasta could not help but feel fortunate that he chose to chase and kill as a spirit tonight, otherwise he would definitely not be able to get away safely.
The person coming behind is at least a Sequence 4 demigod.
Her image was not that of the White Saint Katarina, but another extraordinary person of the Witch Cult.
Maybe she was also a powerful existence of Sequence 3.
She obviously left some life-saving measures on the witch tonight, so when she sensed danger, she quickly shuttled through the spirit world.
"Alas, it's good to have someone to protect you."
Hasta sighed. It was a pity that he couldn't kill the witch tonight, even though the other party had already delivered it to his door.
"Good and bad are interdependent. If I kill her at home, it will definitely attract the pursuit of that powerful existence, and I will be in danger."
The current situation is not good, but it is not too bad.
It's just that during this period of time, I need Will's help to protect me.
After thinking for a while, Hasta came to the study, took down the whole string of wind chimes, took it back to the bedroom, and hung it in front of the bedroom window.
In the past, he didn't want Will to keep peeping at him sleeping secretly, but now he can't care about it.
He took down another paper crane and put it in the palm of his hand. He glanced at the time. It was a little after four o'clock in the morning.