Release that Witch

The smoke was exhausted and the woods returned to calm.

The long scorpion of the witch is scattered, like a white flower laid underneath.

The blood of the hot air flowed from behind, and soon formed a circle of dark red water, the blood slowly immersed in the ground, turning out the hard and cold soil, the air filled with iron smell.

Nightingale, untied the eye mask on the witch's face, found that this face looks unexpectedly young, the age should be similar to her, but the scars at both eyes destroy the overall beauty. Her eyes are like reddish soldering iron. It is hot, and the skin is brown and red. It has lost the contour of the eyelids.

This is undoubtedly caused by the day after tomorrow. The nightingale touched the wrinkled scars gently. As for the suffering that she suffered before becoming a witch, or the suffering that she experienced after working for the church, it is not known. But these are no longer important. From this moment, she can't hurt more witches, and she doesn't have to suffer other tortures.

The Holy Spirit searched the whole body and pulled out a letter, a seal and an emblem from the pocket of her robes. The emblem pattern is a circle that is divided into a cross with a fist in the center.

In addition, she did not carry more items, whether it is gold dragon or jewelry.

Perhaps, she has not enjoyed anything in her life, and the nightingale can't help thinking.

"Hey, see what I caught," the sound of lightning came from mid-air. She looked up and saw the little girl flying over a struggling man, then threw him on the ground.

The other party made a painful sigh, rolled over twice, and seemed to want to get up, but the hands and feet were tied, and they could only helplessly twist back and forth on the ground.

Look at this person's dress, it should be the priest or priest sitting in another carriage.

"What about wheat?"

"She directed the ashes to pursue the evasive trials," Lightning walked over to the Holy Spirit. "Is this the witch of the church?"

"Well," the nightingale whispered. "She won't hunt us anymore."

"Looking at her appearance, it is hard to believe that she will regard us as an enemy that must be killed..." The little girl yelled.

"If there is no church, this will not happen," the nightingale looked coldly at the captured man, while the latter saw the witch lying in a pool of blood, his eyes immediately rounded up, trying to say something, but because the mouth was blocked. The cloth can't be heard.

She pulled out the cloth. "Do you have anything to defend?"

"Cough... You, you have killed the pureness of Bishop Teflon, the devil who is daring, you will be hanged by the church at the gate of the city sooner or later for the crow to eat!"

"Even if we didn't kill her, it wasn't much better to be caught by the church," said the Nightingale. "And compared to this, you still have to worry about your situation."

"If I die, I will receive the redemption of the gods, and you will only indulge in **** and suffer from eternal life!" he shouted.

"That's why I have to block his mouth," Lightning beaten.

The nightingale re-plugged the cloth strip back. "Go to the temple and dispose of it. Listen to him and say that the iron axe is very good at interrogating such people."

......

When the wheat stalks carried the two sleeping island witches, it was afternoon. The ashes leaped from the back of the giant beast and steadily fell beside the nightingale. "You are not hurt?"

“It’s still smooth,” she shook her head. “What about you?”

"Nature is not running away," the gray smile proudly.

"Is she dead?" Andrea looked at the sage and looked at the sage. "I thought you would leave her a life."

"The enemy is a witch. Any hesitation and carelessness are extremely dangerous behaviors," Ash said. "It is me who can't make her alive."

"Hey, you have no mercy on the same kind."

"She is not our kind, but the embarrassment that is controlled by the church." The extraordinary person does not think that, "again, the same kind is sometimes more cruel than the alien class. At least I have never seen the evil beast or the devil will People are imprisoned and tortured for several years."

After she finished, she took off her **** gloves and handed her hand to the nightingale. "Your actions and performances are amazing. At this point, you are doing exactly right."

"..." The latter watched her for a moment before holding the hand she handed out, "Thank you."

It turns out that even people like her will comfort themselves, thinking at night, probably not wanting to feel that they have too much burden to kill a witch.

Lightning also pressed his hand. "I think this victory is worth celebrating."

Then there is Mai Hao, "Hey!"

Andrea rolled his eyes and the last hand was pressed into the hands of everyone. "I have to explain, if it's just your hand, I don't want to touch it at all, but it's for the nightingale."

"Okay, I know," Ashes raised his eyebrows.

Then the five people lifted their hands together into the sky, like a tower standing in the cold wind.

......

Next, in addition to collecting the information carried by the messenger group, they also need to bury the traces left by the battle. The pedestrians were busy in the woodland for two days before they handled the trivial matters. It was three days after returning to Bianbu Town.

Landed in the back garden of the castle, the nightingale was immediately surrounded by sisters.

"I heard that you were injured? Where is the wound?" Nana Wa.

"She has been waiting for you for a long time, how come back now," Lily was dissatisfied.

"You... do you feel pain now?" Lucia asked eagerly.

"This batch of herbs is specially made by me. It can stop bleeding and can also reduce swelling. The effect should be good?" The leaves smiled.

"You are too unscrupulous, and one dares to run into the church, and I am afraid that I will not have such good luck next time!" This is Wendy's voice.

"Forget it, just come back safely." This is the book.

Looking at their concerns, the nightingale heartfeltly felt the warmth of the heart, she did not know what kind of life the church witches lived, but she knew what the witches had. There is no doubt that this is where she deserves to pay for everything.

Then she saw His Royal Highness Roland.

Lightning has already plunged into his arms, like a gecko sticking to him.

McMug also flew over Roland's shoulder and licked his cheek.

Although the nightingale also wanted to do this, she knew that she was no longer a child. She resisted the urge to hug each other. She went to the temple and smiled. "I am back."

"Well, I have been waiting for you for a long time," the prince's smile is still as familiar as ever. "First take a hot bath, take a rest, I put a few packets of honey sauce in the office drawer."

"Well, I won't be polite."

The nightingale raised his mouth.

She is again convinced that what she has done is correct.

(To be continued., your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-11-1404:05:32