Chapter 2522 The Witch of Duke Rose (45)

She was pale and sweating,

Pain-relieving skills such as subsistence allowances do not conceal physical instincts.

Although she wasn't in pain, her body still hurt.

It has all the physical reactions it should have.

Her legs were starting to soften.

Bai Weiwei held her breath and didn't dare to raise her head, not showing a bit of pain.

But if someone lifts her hood, she can see her abnormally white face.

And her sweat dripping from pain.

Pegri was in the carriage, looking down coldly.

The magic circle of light has been on for so long.

If it is a witch, there should be no signs of struggle.

This is his debut in front of the public, showing a miracle.

The witch has to show up.

Otherwise his reputation will be ruined.

Pegri said coldly: "I didn't expect that evil dark demon to be so cunning, but under my holy light, evil will be invisible."

After speaking, he waved his hand.

"Everyone look up."

He didn't believe that such a top-notch light magic would not be able to force that witch.

Bai Weiwei's face was pale, and her fingers were shaking so much that she couldn't hold it.

Raising her head, her strangeness disappeared.

All looked up.

And Bai Weiwei, who kept her head down, looked very conspicuous.

Pegri sneered immediately, "That hooded believer, look up."

A commanding command from above is like looking down at an ant.

Bai Weiwei only felt that the order had just been given.

A burst of targeted light magic directly attacked.

She has the mark of a witch on her body.

As long as it is offensive light magic, it is harmful to her.

And this attack magic wanted her life.

Bai Weiwei was just about to ask the system to send her away.

Forget about identity leaks, life matters.

Just as she spoke, a pale and slender hand gently landed on her back.

The light attack magic had just fallen on Bai Weiwei.

After a burst of light.

Bai Weiwei was still standing well.

Even the strangeness about her disappeared.

Only a coolness surrounded her.

This cool protective power comes from the boy who stretched out his hand.

The person behind him has a low voice with a little helpless hoarseness, and his voice has a hint of gorgeousness.

"Why did I get bullied after I couldn't see you for a while?"

Bai Weiwei's body stiffened.

She whispered, "Xia Ya."

The grievance in the voice appeared with a cry.

The hand on her thin back was a little heavier when she heard her cry.

It seems that the owner of the hand is angry.

Then the beautiful fingers, slowly going down, finally came to her waist.

With a slight force of his fingers, he hugged the aggrieved girl into a warm embrace.

Xiaya, who was wearing the same poor sackcloth and hooded robe as hers, was standing behind her at the moment.

The youth's scattered honey-colored curls fell under his eyes, in the gloomy shadow, and his purple eyes were deep and dark.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The little witch muttered as if she didn't believe him.

"You are resurrected by black magic, and the Son will kill you. I am a witch, and I will also be burned."

Worrying in a small voice, and looking scared.

It made his eyes even more gloomy and terrifying.

Like a harmless large animal, the boy rested his chin lightly on her weak shoulder.

His words contained a smile.

"It's alright, my Weiwei is the kindest witch. Bright magic won't cause you any harm."

Bai Weiwei seemed a little disbelieving.

Xia Ya has already said softly: "Is it not uncomfortable anymore? You just haven't encountered any large-scale magic, so you won't get used to it at the beginning. It's okay now."

Bai Weiwei didn't seem to be stunned for a moment.

"But I'm a witch."

Xia Ya whispered softly like the wind of rose fragrance.

"It doesn't matter if we die together, aren't you... my love?"

The lover is contained in the lips, and it is gorgeous.

Bai Weiwei's ears were all puffy, it was unbearable itching, and the tips of her ears turned red.

But she was moved.

Hypnotic brainwashing for so long.

Finally, a person with amnesia was washed into his lover.

The bright future of rising favorability made her feel that all the hard work was worth it.

When Xia Ya looked sideways, she saw the pale face under her hood and the cold sweat on her forehead.

His cold eyes were even more terrifying.

With killing intent, Xia Ya slowly raised her eyes.

Look at the Son of God standing on the carriage.