Chapter 1164 The Wicked Witch

"It's an evil witch!" The woman emphasized again with a fierce look, snapped her fingers, and a pot of hot soup appeared out of thin air.

The fire crackled in the fireplace, and potatoes, tomatoes, and carrots were tumbling in the soup.

"Little boy, it's time to take a bath." The woman pointed to the vegetable soup, "Take off your clothes, go in and wash off, and then you can have dinner."

"Wow!" The boy with silver curly hair jumped up happily, looking at the pot of hot soup that appeared out of nowhere: "What is this! Can you change again?"

The woman let out a broken roar: "Enough is enough!"

She looked at the fair-skinned boy and gritted her teeth hard.

"Snapped!"

Second snap.

"Wow wow wow, this is magic!"

Looking at the disappearing spoon, the boy let out a surprised admiration.

"Stupid god cubs will only make a fuss," the woman urged impatiently: "Anyway, go in quickly, and you can eat it when you are cooked."

The boy still looked up excitedly as if he hadn't heard, "Mom, are you really a witch?"

"Say it again, don't call me mother!" The woman held an extra wand in her hand: "Look at my old lady turning you into a pig!"

"Mom... I'm hungry."

"You are the food itself, you must have the awareness to be the food." The woman pulled her hair impatiently.

After walking a few steps back and forth, the woman sighed.

"Let's say it first, there are only instant noodles, if you dare to say it's not delicious, you will be turned into a pig!"

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"That's it, the evil witch kept me in captivity and abused me." The knight of justice kneeling on one knee said softly.

"So, the witch didn't eat you in the first place?"

In the dark hall, the king of gods sat on the throne, and the statue of Lieyang behind him released a faint brilliance.

In the dark corner of the hall, three men in white robes slowly walked out.

They are Templars from the Temple of Light.

"That's true," a templar looked down at the righteous knight and nodded, "The evil witches don't eat the food at the beginning, they use black magic to corrupt the children, and wait until the children's meat is at its best." When they are delicious, peel them alive."

"Oh my God." Another Templar said in a trembling voice, "Those wicked witches are always so crazy!"

The Lieyang God King coughed, and the hall fell into silence again.

The serious expression on his face relaxed slightly, he looked down at the righteous knight, and continued: "Then, please continue, how did those evil witches corrupt you next?"

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The silver-haired boy was wearing neat clothes, the gold velvet shirt was buttoned to the last opening, and the pure blue eyes looked curiously at the heavy book in his hand.

"So, what exactly is a witch?" The boy raised his head and asked.

The woman who was learning how to chop vegetables replied impatiently, "It's a magical girl."

The boy was a little puzzled and said: "But the book says that witches are evil females who master black magic. They have terrifying..."

"Kids, don't read these pseudosciences!" The woman snatched the book from the boy's hand and threw it into the crackling fireplace: "Next time you dare to sneak into my library, I will... You become a pig!"

The boy was silent for a moment, then continued to ask: "Then why don't you look like a girl at all?"

"It's not the same anymore!"

"Old woman, don't be so silly."

"Little boy, look at me turning you into a pig!" The woman jumped up angrily, raised her wand, and threatened fiercely, but the boy didn't bother to look at her.

"I'm going out." The boy was wearing a gold silk coat to himself, "I made soup for you in the pot, don't lose the spoon this time."

At the end of the boy's speech, he sighed helplessly.

This stupid woman is always idle and disappears the spoon, but doesn't know how to change it back, so stupid.

"Damn ingredients, do you want to run away? Look at my old lady turning you into..."

"There is only one last spoon left in the house,

old woman. "

The boy said, and began to put on his shoes at the door.

This can be regarded as a reasonable use of ingredients, after all, witches still try to avoid appearing in public.

In the evil wooden house, the woman drank the soup with the last spoon, feeling a little depressed.

"Obviously a few years ago, I still called my mother..."

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, as if something had fallen down the chimney, and a puff of black smoke billowed from the fireplace.

"Sorry, didn't know you were raising a baby."

A black cat jumped over the flames lightly, jumped out of the fireplace, and stretched its body gracefully.

"Cat, cats can talk?" The boy looked at the fireplace in astonishment.

A black cat with a graceful figure and a jet-black reflection gave the boy a helpless look: "It's called Aunt Orianna."

After finishing speaking, she lazily walked to the dining table, jumped onto the dining table, and smelled the pot of hot soup.

The woman quickly reached out to protect the hot soup, blushing and said, "I'm sorry, there is only one spoon left, Orianna."

"It's obviously because you are afraid that you won't have enough food. Also, who the hell knows why you insist on changing the spoon?" The black cat wagged its tail lazily, and was silent for a while: "Tonight's bonfire party, will you come, Lucy."

"Wait until I find my broom. Damn it, I just swept the floor with it a few days ago, and it said that I insulted it and hid it somewhere..."

"It's obviously a broom, why doesn't it have the consciousness of a broom! When I find it, I will use it to clean the toilet! I will turn it into a pig!"

The boy at the door looked at the trembling broom hiding in the tree with a complicated face, and sighed sympathetically.

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"So, that wicked witch's name is Lucy?"

The old man on the throne looked at the knight exuding justice in front of him with complicated eyes.

The Templar who spoke before was a little surprised: "She is an evil witch on record, and one of the most powerful."

"Cunning and insidious, with vicious means, she likes to treat innocent people..."

"Become a pig." The white knight knelt on one knee softly.

The old man on the throne exchanged glances with the Templar, and the old man nodded: "Have you experienced it?"

"Evil witches always take pleasure in this." The knight kneeling on one knee said calmly, with humiliation on his drooping face shrouded in darkness.

"Write it down, write it down." The Templar who spoke before said to another Templar, and then looked at the knight kneeling on one knee again, "So, respected knight, next, do you Attended the legendary witch's ball?"

The righteous knight nodded slightly: "It was a horror gathering full of blood and horror, full of crime and screams. Just like in the legend, witches take pleasure in killing people. I had to silently say the name of justice in my heart. Stay sane and not be corrupted."

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"Is this the witch's ball?"

The teenager who was watching looked at the women around him in confusion.

The usually quiet forest has never been so lively, and a bonfire is burning in the forest under the moonlight.

Under the bonfire, a circle of women in wizard costumes sat around.

"My God, he's grown so tall!"

"It's only been a few years, I have to look up at him!"

"Let my sister pinch it!"

A woman was about to pounce on her with a smirk, but was caught by another witch: "Restrain, Chris, be reserved!"

"The growth rate of the cubs of the gods is really amazing... By the way, is every cub of the gods so cute... I need to record this..."

"Lucy, where did you pick up this child, can you tell me?"

A group of women looked at the boy curiously. Every time they saw this ingredient, they couldn't help but admire Lucy's good luck.

A cute little girl in a foreign dress cautiously approached the boy, blushing and whispered: "Little brother, have you...have you considered dating me?"

"Don't be like this, Aunt Kerry." The teenager took a step back: "I know your real age."

"Sisters, turn him into a pig!" The little girl frantically raised her wand.

"Stop Kerry!"

Mars floated into the night sky, and the laughter of the women echoed in the forest like water waves.

"Sorry." The black cat jumped over, stretched its body gracefully, and turned into a red-haired woman.

She is well maintained, mature and graceful.

"We old girls are like that, so naughty."

The boy knew the black cat lady, Orianna, the wife of the mayor, but no one knew that she was also a witch.

Hearing Mrs. Black Cat's words, the young man nodded approvingly, and then asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid that your husband will find out that you sneaked here?"

"He knew it a long time ago." Madam smiled happily, "He knew it on the first day we met."

"Witches have an unwritten rule, which can also be called fate. When meeting a lover, the identity of a witch cannot always be hidden from him on the first day."