"Your Majesty, are you really not afraid?"
Jiang Fan suddenly chuckled: "I'm afraid, who knows which rogue person wants to harm me. I have to find a way to delay it."
"Delay? Giggle..." The witch's eyes were as charming as silk: "How does the prince plan to delay?"
Jiang Fan smiled: "Actually, I can teach you something else..."
Three days passed very quickly, and the witch did not hand over Mr. Jiang as expected. Without him, yoga was really interesting, and there were skin care techniques, which were very tempting to her.
And Jiang Fan has also thoroughly seen what it means to be a person with a thousand faces. The witch is sometimes tall and sometimes short, sometimes fat and sometimes thin, sometimes beautiful and sometimes ugly. Until now, apart from confirming that she is a woman, her true appearance is not clear at all.
"We are going all the way south. Do you have a specific direction?"
Jiang Fan was a little confused.
"Direction? No." The witch said simply: "When you have a specific purpose, others will find you easily."
"Uh..." We have something in common in this regard.
"But, Prince, instead of caring about this, you should be more concerned about how much food is left in your stomach. The moment it is empty, Prince's good days will come to an end."
Jiang Fan frowned: "Your learning ability is very abnormal. I'm afraid my time is really running out."
"Okay, don't worry about anything, let's sing another song."
In the past few days, the witch has become a fan of his music. The strange, yet inexplicably beautiful song made her very addicted.
"You make me feel so embarrassed." Mr. Jiang said unhappily.
"What? It's shameless to sing for a woman? Then why should a woman sing and dance for a man?"
"That's not what I mean. I have never thought of relying on singing to survive..."
I ended up singing it anyway. The song "You're So Poisonous" left the witch stunned.
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"Be careful, I will definitely take revenge!" Jiang Fan said harshly.
Not surprisingly, the witch poked his chest with her finger, and the feeling of thousands of ants gnawing at his bones came again. In just a few breaths, Jiang Fan's whole body was soaked with sweat.
"...Phew...you are really poisonous."
Mr. Jiang felt exhausted after the painful suffering was over. The witch had no idea what had happened these past few days, and she would torture Mr. Jiang at every turn.
"By the way, don't we get along very well? Why do we have to do this?"
The witch just smiled coquettishly: "I'm happy."
What the hell...
What a witch, she does whatever she wants.
"Don't you want revenge? Come on? Let's hurt each other."
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes: "You are not hurting each other. This is called unilateral killing."
The witch couldn't stop giggling. What's terrible is that although she has not changed her long hair now, her face actually looks like Cao Ying, which makes Mr. Jiang even hate him.
Seeing his helpless look, the witch became even happier. He jumped up and landed on the lake, his toes touching the waves on the river, dancing like a butterfly.
The long hair was flying in the wind, and seemed to be dancing with her dancing posture, as elegant as an elf.
And when Jiang Fan was looking a little intoxicated.
A cold and stern voice came from nowhere.
"Are you Jiang Fan?"
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, a black shadow crossed the river a hundred feet in the air and landed in front of Jiang Fan like a meteor.
At the same time, a puff of pink mist suddenly condensed into a witch in front of Jiang Fan.
"who?"
The witch stared at the other party and said.
This is a slender young man in black clothes, with eyes as detailed as an eagle, and his messy hair is like a burning black flame, unruly.
"Step aside!"
Young people don’t watch The Witch at all.
The witch smiled, then her eyes narrowed: "Who do you think... you are?"
The young man just looked at her with his peripheral vision: "I thought you wanted to die."
The witch giggled: "So arrogant, I like it. How about we both die happily?"
The young man impatiently swiped his fingers, and a sharp sword energy shot through the air.
The witch was startled, but her five fingers popped out extremely quickly, and the metal sheath on her nails made a clanging sound, but was not cut off. But the witch was forced back half a step by the sword energy.
"Huh?" The young man was a little surprised: "He's quite capable."
The witch's expression changed: "Who are you?"
The young man smiled arrogantly: "You don't deserve to ask me my name. Get out of here, or I'll kill you."
But the witch smiled: "What a loud tone. I don't know if my hands can keep up with my mouth."
The young man raised his eyebrows and said, "Looking for death."
As he shouted sharply, a sharp sword seemed to condense in the void and went straight towards the witch.
The next moment, the witch flicked her five fingers, and dense pink threads rushed towards the sword, locking the invisible sword in mid-air.
As the witch gave a sharp scolding, the pink thread and the Void Sword shattered at the same time.
The young man let out a light sigh: "Very good, you have successfully attracted my attention. The next sword will send you back to the west. You have received three swords from me, you are enough to be proud of yourself."
Jiang Fan suddenly interrupted: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, who are you and why are you looking for me?"
The young man sneered: "I'll let you try the sword later."
After saying that, he raised one hand, and the river behind him suddenly exploded. A water dragon rose into the sky, and hundreds of water swords condensed in the air and floated.
The witch licked her lips: "A good sword, but it's a pity that you are not worthy of killing me!"
The next moment, her long hair suddenly rose up, as if forming countless black poisonous snakes, circling and flying, and the pink mist became thicker and thicker, gradually wrapping around her whole body. In the thick pink mist, the black hair was twisting, exuding a strange aura.
"Southern Xinjiang?" The young man was startled for a moment, then sneered: "How dare the monster come here? Suffer death!"
The sky was filled with sword rain as the young man pointed with one hand, as if countless raindrops were shooting from the sky.
The thick fog actually kept swallowing Jian Yu, but Jiang Fan could clearly see that the pink fog was getting lighter and lighter.
Suddenly, he felt as if something was wrapped around his waist. When he looked down, he saw a strand of long black hair. The next moment, without allowing him to react, the whole person flew out and plunged into the river.
Jiang Fan didn't know what was going on, but he could feel people rushing through the cold river water. The speed was so fast that he felt like the water was scraping across his body like a knife.
In his confusion, it seemed as if there were countless dense silk-like things wrapping around him, actually blocking the flow of water.
I don't know how long it took, but when he regained consciousness, he found himself lying in the arms of the witch. The witch's face was pale, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be fainting. Her long wet hair was spread under her body, and she was also covered with blood. Lots of entanglements.
Could it be that...the silk thread that wrapped herself just now was actually her hair?
Without thinking about it, he quickly reached out and probed the witch's nose. She was breathing, although it was very weak.
Jiang Fan looked at the other party with a deep look. After a moment, she carried the witch on her back and walked along the rugged river bank towards the mountains not far away.
