Chapter 939

After a series of dialogues full of defense and abuse, such as "I'm not", "you recognize the wrong person", "are you his mother", Bohemia found that not only her body, but also her consciousness is now imprisoned.

Of course, this should not be an accident - her potential value is damaged, her attachment conditions are polluted, and there is nothing left to fight in the starry sky of consciousness; In the face of two strong opponents, she was naturally subdued soon. The only person who is extremely dissatisfied with this is Bohemia itself.

"Wouldn't you be so stupid that you're tired of yourself?" she was clamped in two pliers by a translucent crab at this time, but even if there was only one head left, her mouth wouldn't stop: "I said, people call me Bohemia! I'm not so old!"

Although her combat power was declining, the resistance fight just now also made both men very tired. The black beard put a hand on the translucent crab, maintained its shape, and panted and replied: "... Recognize it when you plant it, and pretend that others are sorry for the name of the great witch."

Bohemia twisted her head violently. If it weren't for the pliers, she could almost bite off half of her black beard. "Is your brain blocked by cement, or your ears? Didn't I say that I came in a few minutes ago from the entrance guarded by Octo!"

Black beard glanced at her, but did not answer; On the winding road ahead, a little red star rushed over very quickly, turning into the red haired young man, and his feet fell to the ground.

"How's it going?"

"I asked Octo," his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but hook up the corners of his mouth. "He said that no one would come in where he was guarding - and he scolded me angrily."

Black beard breathed, smiled, and shook his head at Bohemia.

"Now in this place, except for those employed people like us, there is only one goal for you, the great witch." He said almost like a kind word of comfort, "you know, we've already kicked everyone out... Besides, you should at least disguise yourself and say that you're not yourself."

It is easy and difficult to disguise the form condensed by consciousness. Although it's just a matter of changing one's mind, the appearance of forced change can't hide from experienced evolutors, and it's also a continuous loss to oneself; So it doesn't seem strange to both of them that their goals appear as they are.

Bohemia rolled his eyes at least five times during these two words.

"Take me to Octo." although she was clamped down and couldn't move, her tone was not small: "wear a woman's dress and wear a pair of eggs. I tell you, he just didn't dare to admit that I slipped in!"

"I hope you understand," the black beard shook twice, "big witch, we don't mean any harm to you. We just take salaries and Loyalty..."

"If I hire your people, I'll cut you up and drink," Bohemia would have stretched out his head to bite if his neck was long enough. "Anyway, you have no other effect!"

Her self-esteem did not allow her to say, "if I were a big witch, would I still be caught by you?" this sentence; But perhaps she was too noisy, and her demeanor was not very similar to that of the legendary witch - both men hesitated.

"Take it to Octo to see it." red hair came close, and his eyes twinkled with the light often seen by thoughtful people. "He is much older than us. If he insists that this woman is a big witch, we will... Be safer after we hand it in."

He changed his mouth in time, but black beard and Bohemia guessed what he meant. After seeing Octo, if there is a real cross between people at that time, the responsibility lies with Octo rather than the two of them - bohemiaton nodded suddenly, shaking himself a little dizzy: "yes, yes, that's it!"

When the three of them and a big crab came to the end of the aisle, Octo turned around like a wolf trapped in a cage, looking very upset. When he turned around and saw Bohemia in the pliers, his Eyeliner black eyes suddenly opened round.

"Octo!" Bohemia immediately screamed and began to splash vigorously in the pliers. Unfortunately, the translucent crab is the attachment condition of the black beard, and she can't get rid of it by kicking: "tell them I'm not a witch - how the hell do I know that the person you're looking for is a witch? I'm still looking for her myself! Say it! If you don't talk, I'll tear your hair off next time!"

"She said she wasn't," said black beard, staring cautiously at Octo's expression. "Have you seen the great witch? Tell us, is she?"

Octo collided with Bohemia's four eyes and didn't speak for a moment; Only a few veins gradually appeared on his forehead.

Maybe he couldn't afford the possible consequences. He suddenly closed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Why are you looking for her?"

This sentence is equivalent to admitting that she is not a great witch. Bohemiaton was proud at that time. Without waiting for an answer, he first turned to his black beard and ordered, "don't loosen me until you know you've caught the wrong person!"

He glanced at Bohemia, but only moved away in silence.

The red haired young man sighed and grunted.

Octo pressed hard on the powder on his nose with a handkerchief, as if he was holding his emotions. Bohemia's eyes swept around several people, giving rise to doubts: "... What are you doing motionless?"

"Bohemia," Otto finally opened his mouth, and his lips trembled slightly with the dry rose lipstick. "You've suffered so much damage to your combat power, how dare you rush like before? This time, you've learned a lesson."

"What do you mean?" Bohemia's expression congealed with his breath.

"I'm afraid you've never learned a lesson in your life," Octo sighed. "The only and last one."

Bohemia, who suddenly understood what they were going to do, immediately screamed and shouted, "why?"

"With you knowing our goal," the red haired young man whispered. "The wind can't leak out."

"This is not fair -"

Before finishing this sentence, Bohemia had used his consciousness like a fist like Lin Sanjiu, and suddenly hit it hard on the pliers; The pliers were smashed slightly open, the black beard scolded, and the red haired young man hurriedly raised his right hand - in the chaos of this moment, she inadvertently looked up and just saw oaktor's thin white face.

He opened his mouth slightly, but his eyes did not fall on anyone in the chaos. Instead, he crossed Bohemia's shoulders and cast them into the distance. Some intuition immediately made her subconsciously close her eyes——

In the pupils of Octo, a graceful reflection was holding the wide brimmed hat on his head, coming towards them more and more clearly.