They are no longer human beings. The bad woman can cry even more miserably.

He stepped forward step by step.

He brought the game too close to reality.

The game only progresses according to the preset plot, but in reality, people's hearts will change.

In the game, Ella did something wrong in order to revive her deceased husband.

But now she is not the sinner who has committed numerous evil deeds.

Xia walked up to Ella and reached for the bottle of wine in her hand.

"Excessive drinking is bad for your health."

However, Ella pushed him away.

"Do you tube."

Ella had put away her sad expression, her face was cold and her voice was full of disgust.

"What qualifications do you have to care about me?"

She raised her eyes and looked at Xia with some sarcasm in her eyes.

But if you look closely, it is clearly an accusation of sadness.

Xia paused for just a second, then ignored Ella's refusal and forcefully snatched the bottle from her hand.

Too domineering, full of boyfriend power.

But this kind of behavior made Ella hate him even more.

She stood up suddenly, her beautiful eyes almost spewing flames.

"It was you who drove me away, it was you who doubted me, and now it's you who broke into my house.

What do you want? "

Ella's voice was a little loud, with an unconscious crying tone, and her eyes were red. It was hard to tell whether she was aggrieved or angry, or both.

"I'm sorry, I wrongly blamed you."

Char apologized decisively.

Ella was stunned.

Apologizing so easily?

It seems that he is not so angry anymore.

Why doesn't this guy play by the rules? He was so fierce at first, but now he admits his mistake so quickly.

But if I forgive him right now, wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing?

It is Char's responsibility to admit his mistakes, but he still has to speak the truth.

"But you concealed it first. The Witch Night Banquet clearly gave you the task, but you chose to conceal it."

These words brought up Ella's sad memories, and under the influence of alcohol, she rarely lost her usual self-control.

"What can I do!?"

"They hold the method to revive my husband. I can only have a chance to exchange information if I listen to them. You are bullying me and refusing to help me!"

When Ella finished speaking, she curled up into a ball, hugged her knees and cried silently.

Her long purple hair spread out, wrapping her in it.

Xia looked at Ella, who was out of control, and sighed slightly.

He put the bottle down, bent down, picked her up sideways, and placed her on the sofa.

Perhaps numbed by the alcohol, Ella subconsciously put her arms around Xia's neck and looked at him with red eyes.

A pair of big watery eyes, as if tears were about to fall.

It's not like Char did nothing.

But his efforts are always low-key and he never seeks credit or shows off.

Char wrung out a wet towel and wiped Ella's face very gently.

Char's movements were gentle and his voice was low.

"We have found some clues on how to resurrect the dead."

The atmosphere is warm and peaceful, just like a young couple living a peaceful life.

But his words suddenly sobered Ella, who was intoxicated by alcohol.

She opened her eyes wide, her red lips slightly parted, and stared at Xia blankly.

Obviously, this was something she had not expected.

"The ninth level forbidden technique, Blessing of the Dead, can use the pull of the dead in the human world to lead the dead back to the human world.

But because this is a forbidden technique and its level is very high, there is currently no scroll recording the forbidden technique within the academy."

Xia said as he took good care of her.

The warm towel stretched out the pores on my face, it was so comfortable and soothing all the way to my heart.

Ella pursed her lips as she listened to Xia's words.

She didn't know that he had always been working hard for her and was not just bullying her.

It's really, so cunning!

"If you don't tell me, how would I know?"

Ella lowered her head, with a hint of complaint in her voice.

"So, this is still my fault?"

Ella raised her head, pursed her lips, and glared at Char fiercely.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault for not telling you in advance."

"Good boy, you should rest now."

What can Char do?

When faced with a drunk older sister, all you can do is coax her.

I feel that I don’t have the maturity of the older ones at all. Instead, I’m like a child who needs to be coaxed and given in to.

Ella pursed her lips, a little dissatisfied.

She is not a child.

Why are you talking to me in a child's tone?

But she was really drunk, and the sadness in her heart was so complicated that she couldn't react.

As Xia spoke, he was about to help her onto the bed.

However, before he could stand up completely, he was suddenly pushed down by Ella and pressed against the wall in front of the sofa.

Char leaned back against the chair, with the blushing widow in front of him.

The fullness pressed up instantly, heavy and substantial.

Perhaps because of the alcohol she drank, her body temperature was higher than usual and she felt a little hot.

The faint fragrance mixed with the aroma of wine penetrated into Xia's nose.

"do not move!"

Ella's voice was deep and a little staccato.

She placed her head on Xia's shoulder and almost buried her whole body in his arms.

"I want to find a shoulder to lean on."

The breath sprayed on the neck was a little hot and humid.

Xia said nothing and let her lean on him.

Ella didn't need him to talk either.

The emotions have been weighing on my heart for too long.

Perhaps it was because she was drunk and felt light-headed, that for the first time she wanted to talk about the past that was buried in her heart.

No need to respond, just let her talk to herself.

"Tonight is his memorial day."

"It always feels like this happened just yesterday, but when I count carefully, it's been... ten years?"

"For ten years, I was alone."

Ella's eyes were open, but they were lifeless and hazy.

Memories began to drift away and filled the room.

"It's not my intention to become a witch..."

Like every innocent and romantic girl, Ella once had a dream.

She wants to be a singer who can bring happiness to people.

At the beginning, everything was so beautiful.

Her life is full and simple.

At that time, the innocent girl sat among the civilians with a happy face.

Her long purple hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, showing her relaxed and happy look.

The sunlight shines on her face, her starry eyes sparkle, full of expectation and yearning for the future, and full of happiness.

The singing is beautiful, like a lark flying freely in the blue sky.

The common people around were either sitting on small stools or sitting directly on the ground.

They have different identities and jobs; they are not family members or friends.

But the happiness on everyone's face is the same.

She was also very happy at that time and felt the meaning of her existence.

The young singer at that time wanted to bring happiness to everyone through her own efforts.

Princes and nobles may have their own troubles, but their lives are always rich and luxurious.

Only the civilians who struggle for survival every day seem to be always worried.

So she sang for them.

I hope to bring them hope and happiness through singing.

Life will always get better slowly.

That’s what she thought at that time.

At that time, she was not filled with worries, nor was she controlled by the Witch's Banquet, and she was once innocent and naive.

It’s a pity that a happy life is always short-lived.

The singer seems dazzling, but in fact she is too weak.

Singing can certainly bring happiness to people, but without the protection of a powerful force, it is destined to become just a canary kept by others.

She could not protect anything in front of the powerful nobles.

Dreams, even herself.

The girl who had just made great achievements saw her dreams shattered.

At that time, her future had just begun to unfold, but she was already being targeted by a noble.

Apart from singing, she can do nothing and has nothing.

Even his parents almost lost their lives because of him.

Thinking of these past events, Ella felt increasingly depressed.

She subconsciously looked for the source of warmth and burrowed deeper into the boy's arms.