Mage Joan

In the cup, there was still some magic dew, exuding an intoxicating breath.

Qiao An noticed that the tutor obviously snarled his head, and his brain was no longer able to fully control his limbs. The strange movements did not seem to be serving the tea cup, but the tea cup floated up on his own, dragging his weak arm towards him. Lips floated past.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Josephine rushed up angrily, grabbed the teacup with her hand, and fell **** the ground.

With a bang, the broken pieces of porcelain splashed all over.

"Trovim, you bastard! Don't you know that that thing will ruin your brain!"

Facing the angry accusations of his ex-girlfriend, Professor Moriarty slowly raised his head, his overdilated pupil looked a little scary, and his eyes seemed to be out of focus.

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

"Go away! Don't need you to do much business, don't prevent me from observing the wings of angels!"

Joan looked blankly. There was no "angel wings" in the bathroom, but there were two flies chasing each other in the air, buzzing and hovering.

Mrs. Josephine apparently realized that she couldn’t reason with a guy who was overdose and mentally ill. She took two deep breaths. Her plump **** rose and fell, barely suppressing her anger, and turned around, asking Joe with a cool face. Ann: "Is there a way to wake this bastard?"

As early as when they were arguing, Joan had quietly prepared two antidote made from "Tears of God". I thought that I should be able to help the instructor and Ms. Betty dispel the illusion. After hearing Mrs. Josephine's words, I quickly took one of them. Hand the potion to her.

Mrs. Josephine turned and walked to Professor Moriarty, forcibly opened his mouth, and poured the potion into it in a roughly vented manner.

At this moment, Betty, who had been in a state of wandering, seemed to wake up like a dream, suddenly reached out and grabbed Josephine's skirt, almost dragging her into the water.

"what are you doing!"

Mrs. Josephine glanced down at the half-drow woman in the pool who was still unconscious.

Betty grabbed her skirt tightly and didn't let go, as if holding a life-saving straw, and raised her head by the pool, the smile on her face was extremely surly.

"Josephine...you, either come join us for a carnival, or just leave me!"

The Countess's anger, which was finally restrained, was completely ignited by her words, and she pulled her wet silver-grey hair with her hands, shaking her head hard.

The pain of the tears from the scalp caused Betty to utter a miserable wailing first, and then seemed to feel the pleasure of inversion from the pain, and giggled.

Her laughter angered Josephine even more, freeing one foot, stepping on her hair, forcing her to lean back, her slender neck, almost broken by the marble corners at the edge of the bath.

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

Betty's back neck just happened to be stuck on the hard corner of the edge of the bath, screaming with pain.

Seeing her like this, Joan subconsciously touched the nerve-intensive, very sensitive eyeball behind her neck. She could not help but take a breath of breath, and felt more sympathetic to the pain she experienced at the moment, wailing and thrilling!

"Pooh!"

The countess let go of Betty's hair and spit on her face fiercely, cursing "chees", "bitch", "smelly bitch"!

Joan looked beside him, shocked to a blank mind.

He could not imagine that such vicious swear words would be spit out of the Earl's population, and it was surging, without heavy samples, like a torrent of dykes.

Betty stroked the back of her neck. She was still smirking at first. After being spurned by Mrs. Josephine and abused for a long time, her expression gradually became stiff and weird, like a bad mask made of meat.

This weird expression was also mocked by the countess, pulling her hair desperately, forcing her to sit up straight from the pool, and slapped her in the face.

Betty's cheeks were red and swollen quickly, and there were bloodshot eyes at the corners of her mouth, but the silly smile on her face had not changed.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that she was anesthetized with drugs to her dull nerves, she reacted late, felt the pain on her cheeks, and then broke free from the illusion, and realized that she had just been humiliated by a woman.

Suddenly, almost without warning, Betty's expression jumped directly from the "smile" to the opposite, the facial features were sharply distorted, and howled in an exaggerated way.

She seemed like a child who had been wronged. She broke free from the Countess's control and turned to her lover, hugging Professor Moriarty's arm tightly, crying in tears.

"Have you heard? Have you seen it!"

"She scolded me like that! Hit me! Almost blind my eyes!"

"It's too much not to treat me like a man! It's too much!"

Professor Moriarty raised his head indifferently and fixed his eyes on Mrs. Josephine's eyes. Her pupils gradually contracted. It seemed that she was getting rid of the illusion under the encouragement of the antidote and was regaining the sense of reality.

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

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

Mrs. Josephine sneered in the corners of her lips.

"Don't talk silly!"

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

"Don’t forget, you are the daughter of a prostitute, and you are also a ‘bitch’. Your own behavior is no better than a bitch, how can you qualify to insult Betty?”

"You... what are you talking about!" Mrs. Josephine's face was flushed with rage, and her voice was suddenly raised to almost shatter the glass window. "Beast! Do you dare to say those words just now!"

"Go! You go for me!"

Professor Moriarty interrupted her scream with a double roar, like a lion mad in the water.

Mrs. Josephine's face immediately lost her blood, she gritted her teeth, turned her eyes away with red eyes, and trot out of the door.

The bathroom was quiet again, and only a sharp gasp reverberated in the diffuse space.

Joan wanted to follow Madame Josephine to leave this uncomfortable place, but he accidentally noticed that Ms. Betty was bleeding nose...

The blood rolled down the hot spring along her puffy cheeks, and a circle of crimson ripples appeared in the pool water.

Seeing this scene, Joanne couldn't help but moved quickly to feed her medication and took out her handkerchief, so she accidentally wiped her nosebleed.

After Betty took the medicine, his mind seemed to recover, and he looked up and smirked at him, while reaching out to touch him.

"Little baby, you are gentle...Sister likes you..."

Joan quickly shook off her Hulai left hand, grabbed a nose-soaked handkerchief, and quickly pulled her legs away!

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