Chapter 275

"Yes, your strength has been sealed by me. There should be no danger. Otherwise, I'll let the werewolves come. I believe they will meet you. When you are satisfied, tell me what you want to do, okay?"

Gray clapped his palm and looked enlightened.

"If they become werewolves, the effect should be better. If you don't enjoy yourself, I have potions that can increase fun."

"Shut up, you disgusting pervert, bastard in hell." The witch trembled with anger. If she was like such a dirty creature, she would kill herself without hesitation.

But before committing suicide, she must kill all the people here if she has that ability.

"Then tell me why you want to enter my castle and what the purpose is. Don't try to lie. I have a lie detector." Gray Leng hummed, and the problem went back to the origin again.

But after he said he had a lie detector, he got a flying kick in the chest.

"Sorry, I said the wrong thing. I'll give you chocolate and barbecue later." A crisp apology, without any hesitation, and a compensation plan.

Congratulations on your achievement, mature boyfriend, achievement point plus one million.

The elf hummed and said that his adult had forgiven him a lot.

"Spirit?" The witch had some doubts. There was no environment suitable for the birth of elves, but after looking more, her face changed slightly and couldn't help exclaiming, "no, it's an elf, the beloved of nature."

"Elves? Elf? What's the difference between the two? " Hearing the witch's exclamation, gray asked curiously, especially when the witch spoke, she added such an adjective loved by nature.

The witch gave him a dull look. In her eyes, you don't even know this. It's really a steamed stuffed bun.

"Among wizards, everything pays attention to equal exchange, especially knowledge, which is extremely expensive."

"I see." Gray nodded and looked back at the wolves. "Which of you wants to have a crazy and beautiful day with this beautiful lady?"

The wolves shrunk their heads together. Obviously, they didn't want to.

It's not that they don't have lust. Pirates who have to go ashore to find women every time they have a harvest can't have lust. However, in their previous conversation, they have understood that this is a witch, a very dangerous witch. What gray himself doesn't want to do, they feel they are more desperate to enjoy.

"You... Damn bastard, despicable maggot." The witch cursed and vomited fragrance, regardless of her own image.

Seeing that Gray's expression was becoming more and more dangerous, the witch quickly shut up and changed her expression. Instead, she began to introduce the differences between elves and elves. "There are two kinds of elves, one is a humanoid race with long ears similar to our humans, with many ethnic groups, and some can even establish a kingdom, and the other is all kinds of elves. Their images are different, Different sizes, maybe it's a kind of grass you often see, and there are elves. "

"Unlike elves, no one knows how they were born. They are the darling of nature, useful and powerful luck and the love of nature."

Gray was listening. When the witch said this, she suddenly stopped and asked discontentedly, "that's it. What else?"

"There are no elves on our island. I hear it occasionally. That's all." The witch herself is also hearsay. She has never seen an elf. Naturally, she can't tell the information of the elf in detail.

"You hear me? You're lucky to meet me." Gray teased the elf and continued to say to the witch, "then continue to talk about yourself. Don't let me urge, otherwise there will be only the werewolf as a catalyst, starting with the name."

The witch looked at him inexplicably, sighed softly, and seemed to admit her fate, "my name is aria, i

"Lie!"

The elf dutifully exposed the witch's lie immediately.

Gray looked a little cold. "You are so stingy that you don't even want to tell me a name and don't intend to tell me a truth."

"My name is aria. She made a mistake!" The witch defended loudly.

Gray stood up, went to the cell where the werewolf was locked, opened the door, untied the shackles on the werewolf, and said coldly, "it's hard not to move without a woman for several months, isn't it? Become a werewolf! "

"Your Majesty, actually I like the feeling." The werewolf knew he couldn't resist, but he still wanted to fight, "I think..."

Seeing his cold eyes, the werewolf's voice stopped suddenly, and then changed silently.

"She really made a mistake." The witch screamed and struggled hard, but how could she break free from the shackles of magic props when she lost her extraordinary power?

"Little Molly can't make a mistake." Gray kicked the werewolf into the witch's cell.

He grabbed the elf and put it in his pocket. He attached a sound insulation magic to his pocket, "do it. Why, after being closed for a few months, can't you play with women?"

The werewolf swallowed his saliva hard, felt dry and slowly approached the witch.

"Wait, we can talk. I can tell you anything you want to know. It's absolutely sincere." Said the witch, and at last she was crying.

"Your Majesty?" The werewolf didn't want to see the witch. He was inexplicably soft hearted and couldn't bear to hurt her.

"You're a pirate." Gray cautioned that for pirates, who else should be pitied except themselves?

"Sorry!" The werewolf screamed and jumped up.

"Poof!"

A second later, the werewolf fell to the ground with a bright red rose on his forehead. The werewolf's body continued to wither, and the rose became more beautiful.

Gray could see clearly that when the werewolf was about to meet her, the witch spit out a rose from her mouth and accurately stabbed him in the brain from the werewolf's eyes.

When the witch finished the blow, her whole body was soaked with sweat, as if she had just taken it out of the water, and her face was as white as paper.

"Yes, wow, it seems that my level of refining magic props needs to be improved. I haven't completely imprisoned your power." Reaching out to take out the blood stained rose from the werewolf's head, Greyhound smiled indifferently.

The rose smelled under my nose. It didn't smell any blood, but had a charming fragrance.

He just sniffed, crushed it, threw it on the ground and rubbed it twice with his feet.

"Isn't this rose beautiful enough?" The witch's pale, bloodless lips moved and smiled a little desolate.

"I don't like roses. I like jasmine." Gray swore to God that he was definitely not flattering. He didn't know when the magic in his pocket disappeared.

"And I don't know if there are any traps on this rose. It's better to destroy it."

"But you don't have to worry. We still have three Mr. werewolves. We will be able to meet your requirements. Rest assured that guest satisfaction is our eternal pursuit."

"Wait, my name is Carlisle, a resident of the flower kingdom..."

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