If we count, Bartoli and the others, as well as the 150 little witches he brought with him, were here. If that was the case... so many... Robben looked at the bare tail of Water Bone with sympathy.

"It's really... thank you so hard. I will get those bone plates back as soon as possible." Robben was a little amused and crying...

As he was talking, Robben suddenly heard another sound from the ground, and there seemed to be noise on the streets in the distance, mixed with the shouts and insults of pedestrians.

"Fly" a clear and delicate drink

Robben suddenly widened his eyes. A few streets ahead, more than a hundred figures flew below "buzzing". His graceful body was everywhere, and his long hair was full of witches.

"Hey... this will be controlled by the army." Robben's face was a little stiff.

In such a huge city as the Youmo Palace, it is not allowed to fly casually. Only internal personnel from some departments in the city have the right to fly in a hurry. Suddenly seeing more than a hundred witches flying into the sky, it is definitely to alarm the escort army in the city.

"Sir" cried with joy, and a figure fell in the air and hit Robben directly on the head. Robben quickly reached out to catch it steadily.

"Sir" is another one.

"Hey, wait," Robben shouted, but then more figures pounced on him.

The witch was falling like raindrops in the sky, and Robben was quickly buried...

On the street, nearly two hundred witches surrounded Robben, and they were as sad as they cried.

"Instructor...we, we..." In front of Luo himself, a witch who seemed to know that she was very young was choking, her face covered with tears, and she could no longer speak.

Robben rubbed her hair: "I just... I've just been out for a while. Look, I'm so anxious. I'm back now, why are you crying..."

"Wow..." The witch cried even louder in Robben's helpless gaze.

The residents on both sides of the street gathered more and more, and they were all here to watch the fun. Robben has become a regular visitor here. Half a year ago, as a warrior of the Queen, participated in the demon hunting event, and his reputation has improved, but he has never come back. In the past six months, he can only see those witches appear occasionally in the city. Everyone almost forgot about this young demon man. Unexpectedly, he would suddenly appear today, and there was such a big stir.

"Listen to me." All the witches were crying, and suddenly a voice came out of the crowd. Everyone looked at it strangely, but Nalan held Robben's shoulder with one hand and made his body half higher, while the other hand was standing up and talking loudly.

"The sisters, the master is back. Everyone just cry. It's our own eyes if we cry. It's not worth it." Nalan's words made the witches strange.

"Now, I think we have something to do. The sisters were suddenly left behind for half a year. We were scared during this period, but in the end, some people were unscathed and innocently said that they had remembered the wrong time and came back. Now we... want to beat him up."

The witches were stunned and looked at Nalan with surprise.

Robben looked at the witch of the 200th number in front of him with sweat: "Naran, you... don't make a fuss, why don't you get out of here?" Robben hurriedly grabbed Nalan from his neck.

"Well... I think this idea is actually good." A voice suddenly came from the witches. When everyone turned around, it was Bartoli who was dragging his chin, nodding and looking at Robben.

"I...I said, I've just come back..." Robben felt an ominous atmosphere among the witches...

"I think so too." The little witch who was crying in front of Robben just now, as if a injured little white rabbit suddenly wiped her tears hard, frowned faintly, and clenched her fists.

"Everyone come on," Nalan suddenly jumped on Robben's back, raised his arms and shouted

This... might be a behavior like bewitching

"Beat him"

"beat"

"Play hard"

"Call you to disappear"

"I told you to forget the time"

"Call you are innocent and come back"

The residents on the street watched as two hundred witches swarmed up in amazement. The young demon who was excited to meet again just now was immediately buried again.

"Hey, I'm the master. Ouch... who slapped me in the face...ah?" Robben was powerless to resist...

The laughter of the witches came from the street, and the laughter became louder and louder. In the end, many witches had already bent over with laughter, but Robben's screams never stopped...

A few hours later, Robben, who was besieged on the street for a long time..., was finally summoned into the Demon Palace by Queen Bereth, who had heard the news.

In the magnificent main hall of the Demon Palace, Queen Bereus sat on the throne in a black-gold silk robe of the Demon King, but her serious face could not hide her excitement. Robben looked at the black-armored warriors and waiters on both sides of the hall from afar. She felt helpless and had to kneel on one knee. The queen was here...

"Robbon, are you... injured?" Queen Bereus looked at Robben's torn clothes and scattered hair, as well as traces of blue and purple on her face, and there seemed to be many blood marks...

"Ah... this, haha, something happened. Before I could cure it..." Robben smiled bitterly.

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Chapter completed!