Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 186 You Witches Still Can Play
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It's the sound of heartbreak.

There was a kind of sadness spreading deep in Mrs. Germany's heart, and her eyes were full of pain and incomprehensible sorrow.

It would have been a delight to have Lord Hastur Campbell suddenly appear under her window tonight.

However, there was a beauty beside him.

Knowing her mother's personality well, she had only one thought in her mind when she saw this scene.

Why did Lord Hastur Campbell come back with his mother tonight?
Could something have happened?
In terms of appearance and figure, I am almost the same as my mother. If I didn't measure it with my own hands, I would basically look like a pair of sisters.

But now, Hastur sent his mother back in the middle of the night, what does this mean?
She no longer dared to imagine, how they would spend tonight.

What did the two do when they were together?

Jealousy, the emotion is also creeping up.

"Don't be sad, all men in the world are the same, so I have been telling you not to believe in love, this is the most illusory and unbelievable emotion."

Behind Mrs. Gemani, Moraka came silently, put his arms around Mrs. Gemani's waist, and leaned his head lightly on her shoulder, with a bewitching tone and a flattering expression.

Down below, Hasta also saw the interaction between Mrs. Gemani and Moraka, and thought of the transaction terms proposed by the immortal witch just now.

He could only say: You witches really know how to play!
The Immortal Witch Seraphina obviously knew that her daughter Mrs. Gemani was interested in her, so she deliberately asked herself to send her back at such a late hour, and then happened to be caught by Mrs. Gemani and misunderstood.

Is this something a normal mother can think up and act on?
He was sure that the Ageless Witch wouldn't even mind making out with Mrs. Germany if he wanted to.

And the witch who assassinated herself, her expression, her actions, it is obvious that she loves Mrs. Gemany very much, and Mrs. Gemany looks very similar to their common mother, if nothing else This kind of affection is a strange thing.

A witch is worthy of being a mind-twisting existence.

Everyone can play like this.

In contrast, Mrs. Gemani, who has been adhering to her identity and not messing around with her, is simply a good baby in the witch circle.

The White Saint's family next door is not very good, but compared with the Black Saint's family, they are still much simpler.

Their family seems to be inclined to turn their son into a witch, while the one left by the Black Saint's family is a girl.

Hastur glanced at the Immortal Witch next to her from the corner of her eye. She was smiling at the corner of her mouth, looking at Mrs. Gemani and her other daughter at the window.

That kind of smile is full of chills.

I don't know if it's because I'm angry that my two daughters stay up in the middle of the night and stay together all day, or because I feel ashamed because they mess around in front of my guest.

At the window, Moraka also felt the chilling gaze. Not only was she not afraid, she raised her chin slightly, looked at each other unceremoniously, and then hugged Mrs. Gemani tighter, as if to declare her ownership.

Mrs. Gemani was obviously thin-skinned and couldn't bear this kind of stimulation, especially in front of her own mother.

She struggled to get out of Moraka's embrace, and then looked at her mother below with a flustered expression.

What kind of complicated family ethics relationship is this!
Hastur only felt that what Will did tonight was very reliable.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the witch's family would be so exciting!

Leonard just wanted to have a vigorous love affair with the Immortal Witch. In comparison, Leonard's behavior was still too conservative.

"Would you be interested in coming upstairs with me?"

Serafina looked back at the window on the second floor, exuding the charm of a witch all over her body, and looked at Hastur with a charming face.

"Not interested, you can find someone else."

Hastur refused directly, and even took a small step back.

"Hehe, if you are willing to go up, there will be three witches accompanying you tonight, even the king does not have such treatment."

Serafina's words were bewitching, she stretched out her finger and lightly slid across her lips, and licked the tip of her pink tongue to fill up the temptation.

"You are not good at actively relying on beauty to seduce others."

Hastur ruthlessly pierces Serafina's disguise, the real witch does not need to deliberately make seductive provocative behaviors.

The more she behaved like this, the more it showed that she did it on purpose.

"Are you really not bothered at all?"

"I'm not interested in discussing this topic with a witch."

Serafina looked Hastur from top to bottom, and then stopped between his legs, with a sneer on her face: "You don't have this ability, do you?"

"..."

This sentence is really unbearable!

He couldn't bear it, but he would not be irritated by such a simple provocative method as Serafina.

If I really went upstairs according to her wishes, then I would definitely be drained tonight, in various senses.

"It's a pity that you are too old. I'm not interested in old women."

"Gemanni, she is still young, and you haven't been tempted either?"

"Sorry, I'm a clean freak and don't like to use things that other people have used."

Serafina's eyes fluttered but she never got angry, but said flatly: "Then you can go."

"I don't want to leave for the time being. Such a family ethics drama is really wonderful."

Serafina's face turned completely cold, she raised her hand, and the windows on the second floor were tightly closed.

"Do you witches also pay attention to family ugliness?"

Hastur admitted that he was jumping a little now, but who made this immortal witch insist on calculating herself.

It's all right now, instead of calculating myself, I let myself watch a lively scene.

Serafina still didn't speak, with a gloomy face, grabbed Hastur's shoulder, took him through the spirit world, and then threw him out of the spirit world.

Hastur had returned to his home from Mrs. Gemani's.

Serafina disappeared before Hastur taunted her, probably going back to deal with family ethics issues.

Alas, it is so convenient to be able to travel through the spirit world at any time.

"It was really interesting tonight, and I have to thank Will very much,"

Hastur murmured, went back to the bedroom, and then took down a paper crane and put it on the palm of his hand.

Not long after lying in bed, he entered the dream world.

Will carries a string of balloons and appears as a clown.

"Is it because you came to me in such a hurry to thank me for my arrangement tonight?"

Will is grinning, the clown makeup looks like he's either laughing or crying.

"Your ice cream will be halved in the future."

"Why!"

Will waved the balloon in his hand angrily.

"Who told you that you didn't notify me in advance?"

"This is called a surprise. Do you know what a surprise is?"

"It's almost scary."

"Hmph, don't you think what happened tonight is interesting?"

"It's really interesting. I watched a witch's family ethics drama. It's really confusing and twisted."

The corners of Will's mouth raised, and he said with a smile: "What is this? These witches can do even more twisted things. They need to vent, vent their distortions and pain."

"Why do you think they don't abandon their blood?"

"That's because blood is the best toy and the greatest kindness given to them in their eyes."

"The reason why they can maintain their sanity in this painful distortion is precisely because they vent these negative emotions on their blood relatives."

Will spoke eloquently, his words full of disdain for the witch lineage.

Hastur pondered: "Is this the original influence?"

"No, this is their own choice. The Primordial Witch did not issue any special oracle. It is their own choice to pass on the pain and distortion from generation to generation."

"People who have been hurt have turned into butchers who have caused tragedies in the end. It is pitiful and hateful."

Hastur is quite emotional about this, there are not a few people like this in this world.

Will looked at him and said, "Why did you come back so early tonight? Didn't that witch invite you to play some new games?"

Play some new games?
Hastur's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "In the future, your ice cream will be reduced by half!"

"I'm getting angry from embarrassment."

Will didn't care about Hastur's threat at all, just because he suppressed the immortal witch tonight, Hastur watched a good show in vain.

There will only be more ice cream served in the future, not less.

"Oh, be careful, I will go to your house to find you tomorrow."

"No, your fate will change as soon as you come, and this is the best way to get along now."

Hastur only wanted to scare Will, and didn't want to interfere with Will's fate.

Because Will's fate wasn't with him from the start.

After finishing the chat with Will, Hastur went to the Hall of Stars to verify the authenticity of the Assassin potion formula.

His chain of order itself is a concrete product of order and rules, and it is still very simple to verify an assassin potion formula.

Verify that the result is true.

This time, you only need to find the corresponding Extraordinary materials to make Azshara a cat assassin.

One step closer to the cat witch of the future.

(End of this chapter)