The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

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Although it was a little embarrassing to talk about, it seemed very skillful and natural.

But Baosheng Mag was ultimately an inexperienced person.

Many things are hearsay and need to be explored and verified.

She's already trying her best to act like she knows what she's doing.

Her years of suppressed love have given her a lot of energy.

But the exhaustion came quite quickly.

Once was fine, twice was okay, but after the third time she realized that she couldn't continue like this.

When they take the lead and speak, they crave love intensely and can't help but want to be loved.

When you lose control and are loved, you want to be loved even more excessively and crave more intense displays of affection.

But ultimately, they still lacked experience.

So she stopped.

She rested for a while and then got up.

I'm hungry.

It would be a lie to say I'm not hungry.

For all the prospective witches in the prison, they had not eaten for a long time and were kept unconscious by magic, but they would not starve to death.

It's just that the intense love suppressed in her heart led Baosheng Mag to choose Hoshino over eating.

But after being overworked, I still felt like eating.

First, he gestured for Hoshino Utsunomiya to be quiet. Then, Hosho Mag tiptoed, lowered his footsteps, and moved very quietly.

We approached the door of the infirmary.

The door was slightly ajar.

"?!"

"So, An'an-chan, how does it feel to eavesdrop?"

With a smile, Baosheng Mag opened the door to the infirmary, squatted down, and approached Natsume An'an, who had been listening for a while and had written some random nonsense in her notebook.

He asked this question.

"Are you nervous? Excited? Do you feel particularly thrilled?"

Natsume Anan's pretty face turned bright red.

Chapter 179 Natsume Anan is a Bad Child

The sun is high in the sky.

It might not be that ruthless, since it's not even noon yet.

However, for Princess Natsume Anan, who stays at home and hasn't gone out much in a long time, even dressed like she's in pajamas in prison.

The sun is so bright.

When the thought of retreating arises, the natural thought that comes to mind is to leave.

We can no longer walk.

"Hey, are you alright? We haven't even left yet."

"An'an, your body is too weak."

"I'm in great health!"

You will be worried, you will be called by name casually, and you will hear noisy conversations.

【We...】

Natsume Anan hesitated for a moment, thinking of what Hosho Mag had said earlier.

We're going to rest in the infirmary for a bit. We'll eat when you get back.

"Do you need me to help you across?" Saeki Miria would ask her with concern.

But Natsume Anan could only shake her head.

This is a short distance that I can walk alone.

They crave attention and care, but don't want to be cared for too much.

She was already conflicted.

"Are you really okay?"

We only need to speak for one person!

At Natsume Anan's insistence, she left the group.

She first watched the other girls walk into the sunlight and disappear into the distance, and then she turned around to face another choice.

Is he really going to the infirmary, or is he turning around and going down to the prison cell?

The latter is indeed a very tempting offer.

She didn't need to be very purposeful; just a slight, almost unintentional pause before returning to her cell was enough for her to see something through the bars.

Why should we watch it?

Uh, is there even a need to ask that?

Of course, it's out of curiosity.

Baosheng Mag had said those things, and said such seductive things, how could she not be curious!

She also lacks love!

The question is, we also want to see a way to bring back the love that is missing!

Natsume Anan is a young writer.

Or perhaps, she was a shut-in, an unemployed girl who called herself a writer.

When people don't have a job, they often fantasize about being a writer.

Especially for writers like Natsume Anan, there's one thing they really enjoy doing.

Using the excuse of learning, and the reason of appreciation.

Go read erotic novels.

Well, it's not a matter of whether it's artistic or not.

Yes, that kind of thing, there definitely will be some.

Imagine dancing with the words, as if you were completely immersed in them.

She just likes words; it just so happens that she occasionally reads some interesting, high-quality, erotic literature.

It doesn't have any special meaning.

But precisely because of this, teenage girls are naturally curious about knowledge about the opposite sex, and as they gradually learn more, they reach a critical point.

I don't want to just look at pictures, videos, or even words anymore.

Is there anyone who can actually fight me in front of me so I can observe and learn?

If it weren't for the fact that she felt uncomfortable, Natsume Anan might have wanted to see her parents making babies at home.

She ultimately didn't get to see her parents do anything at home.

But unexpectedly, here I heard Baosheng Mag's declaration.

Of course I'd be curious; how could I not be?

However, after thinking about it for a long time, I remembered everyone's concerned voices and looks.

Natsume Anan felt that she still liked this feeling.

It feels like I can get along well with everyone.

As someone who stays at home, this feeling is something she has never experienced before.

She didn't want to ruin this feeling.

Therefore, it's best not to do anything unnecessary.

They said they were going to rest in the infirmary, so they went to rest in the infirmary.

Having made up her mind, Natsume Anan resolutely walked around the reception room.

There are two directions leading to the infirmary: one involves passing through the reception room, and the other involves circling around in the adjacent corridor.

She didn't dare to push open the door to the reception room directly.

She was afraid that once she saw something, she wouldn't be able to look away.

Natsume Anan was right.

She really couldn't take her eyes off it.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief after taking a detour, and was about to push open the door to the infirmary, what I glimpsed and heard was a scene that was impossible to look away from, and a sound that made me want to listen closely.

A world caught in the cracks.

My legs couldn't help but give way.

The girl peeked through the crack in the door.

Swallowed.

My imagination ran wild.

The view is actually very narrow, since it's just a crack in the door and the angle is fixed and locked.

The camera is out of focus, the line of sight is misaligned, and the viewer is always obscured by the back of the camera.

He covered her a little, and she covered him a little.

It's blurry and unclear.