Chapter 905 Angel Wings

There was still some phantom dew in the cup, exuding an intoxicating aura.

Joan noticed that the mentor was obviously overdone, and his brain could no longer fully control his limbs. The weird movements did not seem to be holding the teacup, but the teacup floated up by itself, dragging his weak arm towards him. The lips floated past.

Seeing this, Mrs. Josephine rushed forward angrily, grabbed the teacup with her hands, and threw it to the ground.

With a "bang", broken tiles splashed in all directions.

"Trophim, you bastard! Don't you know that thing will destroy your brain!"

Facing the ex-girlfriend's angry accusations, Professor Moriarty slowly raised his head, his over-dilated pupils looked a little scary, and his eyes seemed to be out of focus.

After a long time, he barely recognized who the person standing in front of him was, and waved at her angrily.

"Go away! You don't need to be nosy, don't hinder me from observing the angel's wings!"

Joan looked around in a daze. There were no "angel wings" in the bathroom. Instead, there were two flies chasing each other in the air, buzzing and circling.

Mrs. Josephine obviously also realized that she couldn't reason with a guy who had overdosed on drugs and lost his mind. She took two deep breaths, her chest rose and fell sharply, and she barely suppressed the anger in her heart. She turned around and asked Joan with a cool face: "Is there a way to wake up this bastard?"

As early as when they were arguing, Joan had quietly prepared two antidotes brewed from "Tears of God". Presumably, they should be able to help the mentor and Ms. Betty relieve the hallucinations. The potion was handed to her.

Madam Josephine turned around and walked up to Professor Moriarty, pinched his mouth open forcefully, and poured the medicine in a rough way that was almost venting.

At this moment, Betty, who had been in a state of fugue, suddenly reached out and grabbed Josephine's skirt, almost dragging her into the water, as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"what are you doing!"

Madam Josephine lowered her head and glared at the delirious half-drow woman in the pool.

Betty clung to her skirt and did not let go, as if she was holding a life-saving straw, she raised her head by the pool, with a particularly surly smile on her face.

"Josephine... You, either come and have a carnival with us, or get lost!"

The anger that the countess had managed to restrain was completely ignited by her words, she grabbed her wet long silver-gray hair and shook her head vigorously.

The sharp tearing pain from the scalp caused Betty to let out a miserable wail at first, and then giggled wildly as if experiencing perverted pleasure from the pain.

Her laughter irritated Josephine even more, and she stepped on her hair with one foot, forcing her to throw her head back, her long, slender neck almost snapped off by the marble edge of the tub.

"Eyes! My eyes! You hurt my eyes!"

The back of Betty's neck happened to be stuck on the hard corner of the edge of the bath, and she screamed in pain.

Seeing her like this, Qiao An subconsciously touched the nerve-dense and very sensitive eyeballs on the back of her neck, and couldn't help gasping, feeling more empathetic with the pain she was experiencing at the moment, crying out, thrilling!

"Pooh!"

The countess let go of Betty's hair, spat in her face, and cursed "bitch"

Joan watched from the side, so shocked that his mind went blank.

He couldn't imagine that such vicious swear words would spit out from the countess's mouth, and it would be endless, without repetition, like a torrent breaking a bank.

Betty stroked the nape of her neck. At first she still had a smirk on her face. After being spurned by Mrs. Josephine and insulted for a long time, her expression gradually became stiff and weird, like a poor-quality mask made of meat.

This weird expression was also taken by the Countess as a mockery of herself, and she pulled her hair desperately, forcing her to sit up straight from the pool, and slapped her hard twice.

Betty's cheeks quickly turned red and swollen, and there was blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, but the silly smile on her face did not change.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that her nerves, which had been dulled by drugs, reacted late, felt the pain on her cheek, and then broke free from the shackles of the illusion, realizing that she had just been humiliated by a woman.

Suddenly, almost without warning, Betty's expression jumped directly from the "smile" to the opposite, her facial features twisted sharply, and she burst into tears in an exaggerated way.

Like a wronged child, she desperately broke free from the Countess' control, turned around and rushed towards her lover, hugged Professor Moriarty's arm tightly, and cried with constant tears.

"Did you hear it? Did you see it!"

"She scolded me like that! Hit me! Almost blinded me!"

"It's too much to treat me as a human being! It's too much!"

Professor Moriarty numbly raised his head and stared at Mrs. Josephine's eyes. The pupils gradually shrank, as if he was getting rid of the hallucination under the influence of the antidote and was recovering a sense of reality.

"Josephine . . . don't mess around here, it's annoying."

"Why, I scolded your mistress and beat that bitch, do you feel bad?"

Madame Josephine had a sneer on her lips.

"Don't say stupid things!"

The professor waved his arms impatiently, as if trying to drive away the two flies that were buzzing around him.

"Don't forget, you are the daughter of a whore, and your own behavior is no better than that of a bitch. How can you insult Betty?"

"What... what are you talking about!" Madam Josephine blushed with anger, her voice suddenly rose so high that it almost shattered the glass window, "Bastard! How dare you repeat what you just said!"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Professor Moriarty interrupted her screams with a double growl, like a mad lion in the water.

Madam Josephine's face lost all color immediately, she gritted her teeth, turned away with red eyes, and ran out of the room at a trot.

The bathroom returned to silence, only the sound of violent breathing echoed in the dense space.

Joan wanted to follow Mrs. Josephine out of this uncomfortable place, but he accidentally noticed that Ms. Betty was having a nosebleed...

The blood rolled down her swollen cheeks into the hot spring, and there were circles of crimson ripples in the pool water.

Seeing this scene, Qiao An couldn't help being moved, and hurried over to feed her medicine, and took out a handkerchief to wipe her nosebleed pretendingly inadvertently.

Qiao An quickly shook off her clumsy left hand, grabbed the handkerchief soaked in nosebleeds, and ran away quickly!

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