The atmosphere in the room was like squeezed air, which made Denise breathless. Her neck became tighter and her breathing became faster and faster. Her hands kept pinching her hand, but she couldn't exert any effort. She could only swing her body in vain.

The more he swung, the more he felt uncomfortable. In a hurry, Denise chanted a spell in his heart, and suddenly several vines grew from the floor and rolled up. As Denise's eyes turned, it suddenly shot towards the witch quickly and wrapped around her wrist.

After pulling it strongly, Denise finally loosened a little. He took the opportunity to force his hands and spread her hands apart. He staggered back several steps before he stood firm. He covered his throat, coughed several times before slowly calming down his forehead. The magic wand in his hand appeared. As she waved, the vines quickly climbed over, wrapping the witch's hands and feet, and even wrapping them several times on his body.

"It's really good, it's progressing so quickly." The witch couldn't help laughing, "It seems that you are really a genius. Under such circumstances, you can improve your magical abilities. If you were born with me, I think... you must be even better than me... But now... you are still much worse!"

As she said, she suddenly opened her hands and the vines that were wrapped around her hands retreated one after another, and even the ones on her legs retreated. However, when she retreated, the vines suddenly seemed to have life. They followed the orders of the witch and heard her whistle. Suddenly, the vines swept towards Denise instead.

No matter how Denise chanted the spell or waved the magic wand, the vine still wrapped her hands and feet. As the witch's fingers turned gently, Denise finally became a big character, entangled by the vines, and pressed tightly against the wall, like a gecko attached to the wall.

"Let me go!" Denise shouted loudly at the witch, and the magic wand in her hand was trying to wave. The magic ability she stimulated under such urgency was indeed very strong, but it was not enough to look in front of this witch. When she saw her finger hooking, the magic wand flew towards the witch and was grabbed by her with one hand.

When the magic wand left her palm, Denise suddenly saw a painting in her hand. There was a small sword on her palm. The small sword was in the palm of her hand, which immediately made her feel ecstatic. But her own blood was needed to inspire the small sword.

The witch walked towards her with a smile. Her smile was very rigid, not as if she was laughing at all, but she felt chilling. She looked at Denise, stood slowly face to face, and then stretched out an arm. Suddenly there was a short sword on the arm, which aimed at Denise's throat.

"I think you won't have any last words!" the witch said, and the short sword was about to stab Denise.

At the same time, Denise used all his strength and suddenly raised one of her hands, sprayed her mouth and a mouthful of blood towards the hand.

"You can't even spray my last mouthful of blood. You're so close to me. You're really a witch!" The witch laughed sarcastically, and then slowly stabbed the dagger into Denise's throat. She wanted Denise to watch the dagger into her throat, watch her blood flow out, and then die helplessly.

Torturing people is her greatest happiness. If Denise hadn't looked good as her face, she might have taken Denise's face away and replaced her current face.

But when the tip of the sword touched the skin of Denise's throat, the witch saw Denise's smile. She smiled relaxed and comfortable. She was as if she had put down all the burden and became very confident.

The witch couldn't help but hesitate for a moment. At this brief pause, a light flashed in front of her eyes, and this light quickly made the expression on her face very exciting.

Her eyes gradually protruded out of the light. Her raised short sword could no longer penetrate, and she trembled slightly, and with a "clang" sound, it fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

A light came from her body. She was very familiar with this light because she had been chased by this light, like a betrayal dog. If it weren't for the help of a human body, she would have been killed before this.

She had never seen such a powerful flying sword before. Since the Asian appeared, she felt a huge threat, and such a flying sword was even more irresistible.

The witch staggered back several steps. The flying sword passed through her chest and disappeared. The blood in her chest was constantly gushing out, wetting the floor. She tried to walk towards the window, but her feet stepped on the blood flowing on the floor, and fell on the floor with a "screw".

"Save me--"

The witch reached out and begged Denise. Her eyes were full of despair, and her mouth was constantly vomiting and bleeding, and streams were coming out.

Denise was no longer afraid of such a scene. The witch was penetrated by a flying sword and could not survive. The vines that were entangled in Denise also let go. Denise walked over and looked down at the witch lying on the floor, shook her head: "Don't think about it, no one will save you!"

As soon as the words fell, the witch suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood spurted out. Denise didn't dodge, and half of her face was sprayed with blood. She couldn't help but take a few steps back disgustedly. Looking at the witch, she was already dead. Her body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into stars of light and disappeared into the air.

Denise hummed, this damn witch would spray her blood on her face before she died. Damn it. Thinking of it, he reached out to wipe the blood on his left face. With a wiping of his hand, he suddenly felt a burning pain.

"Ah-Damn it!" Denise couldn't help but scream in pain.

She stretched out her hand, but found that there was a piece of skin on her hand. This made her scream in horror, and she threw it casually, and the skin fell to the floor. She rushed to the bathroom quickly and turned on the light.

When he appeared in front of the mirror with a nervous silence, he let out another earth-shaking scream. A piece of red muscle was exposed, and the skin had fallen off, and he was rubbed off like this.

The blood squirted out by the witch was like sulfuric acid, eroding her skin and causing her skin to fall off one by one. The burning pain on her face, and the skin fell off one by one, Denise seemed to collapse and rushed out of the door crazy.

As soon as the door opened, a cold wind blew in. She crashed into someone's arms and a warm embrace, and then she was hugged by this arms and walked towards the house. The door automatically closed, and the lights in the room suddenly lit up, illuminating the room.

"Let me go--" Denise struggled constantly, but was hugged tightly, unable to break free at all. In the end, she could only collapse in that warm arms, her whole body was dull.

"It's me, Denise, it's me!" A warm voice came from his ears.

It was Jia Huan's voice. This voice gently came into her ears, and then it seemed to penetrate into her heart, which made her excited heart suddenly calm down. Just like a child comforted by her father, her emotions slowly became calm.

"If I can't get back to my previous appearance, will you still be with me?" Denise suddenly said to Jia Huan, "Huan--" The last sound was like a whine with a tremolo, a little confused.

Jia Huan was stunned and said, "Why do you say that? I'm here now, and... I know what this is. Don't be so pessimistic. Everything will become very good. What we have to do now is to find a place to help you heal your face, instead of doing nothing here and waiting for your miserable fate."

This sentence made Denise stunned. Suddenly she sat up from Jia Huan's arms, looked at him and said, "What did you say just now? Can you cure my face?"

"Yes, this is not difficult. The key is that we are looking for a place and a very quiet environment now!" Jia Huan said and picked up Denise. Such a princess hug made Denise unable to help but stretch out his hand and hold Jia Huan's neck, which made the two more intimate.

But Denise obviously didn't want Jia Huan to see her face on the other side, so she turned her head and didn't look at Jia Huan. But as soon as she turned her head, she felt her whole body flying like a cloud of fog.

She was not afraid at all. She was just opening her eyes and floating in the air and moving forward rapidly. The brightly lit city of Atlanta under her seemed like the stars in the night sky. She seemed to have forgotten her injuries. She just felt that Jia Huan might be stronger than she thought.

When Jia Huan landed, Denise felt that the scenery around her was familiar. She couldn't help but look at Jia Huan. Jia Huan put her down and smiled at Denise, "This is Lake Belanier, we have all been here. We are on a small island here."

The two walked a distance and saw the manor on the island. Sir Affrak stood at the door to greet them. Jia Huan nodded to him and said, "Don't let someone disturb us these two days. And... you can't let strangers board this island."

"Yes, Mr. Jia!" Sir Affrak bowed to greet Jia Huan, and then led him toward the quieter villa beside him. The villa was hidden among the trees and looked very gloomy and quiet.

"What else is needed, just give me orders!" Sir Affrak said to Jia Huan who entered the villa hall, "I will be waiting here at any time. Just..."

"Just what?"

"That witch, Helen, we have no ability to stop her!" Sir Affrak expressed his concerns.
Chapter completed!