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The prince was unaware of the danger being close at hand.

He groped and rampantly on Nianta's body. He used his fat big hands to wander on his skin as tender as milk, leaving one purple fingerprint after another. His youthful body ignited him with the urge to be violent. Or rather, his cruelty had never been eliminated. Nianta's resistance further encouraged his ferocity.

"I am the king, I am the one who can give orders. It's not you, a woman!" He roared with panting, as if he wanted to transfer all the resentment he suffered to Nianta, allowing her to go through hardships and torture. "I am the ruler above thousands of people, not you stinky women who point fingers!"

The venting aroused his greater anger. The man's hands tightly grabbed Nianta's neck, and her face suddenly turned red, and the unbearable desperate suffocation swept through her. But the girl under the man did not resist. She lay on the bed as if she had already died, motionless, and no matter how he tortured her, she could no longer speak.

The prince suddenly felt something was wrong. He shivered. The surrounding wind blew, and he felt a cold that seemed to fall into an ice cave surrounded him, making him stiff all over, and even his breathing was filled with white water vapor.

All the hairs on his body stood up, and he felt like he was being targeted by a bloodthirsty and hungry wild wolf. Although he had never seen a wild wolf, nor any other beast, the man knew that something had been targeting him. He glanced at the woman under him who seemed to be dead, and he shivered.

"Woman." He snorted out of contempt or fear. "I deserve it." He said.

The man struggled out of the bed with a bucket-like body. His stiff movements and his short and fat body almost rolled down from the bed. He touched Nianta's body and found that her body was cold and hard, just like... like a corpse that had been dead for hours. But the man still remembered clearly that half an hour ago she could cry and scream, and a woman who could punch and kick, why did she suddenly die without warning now?

I killed her? He was stunned at his hands. However, after a moment, he suddenly burst out laughing. "You self-righteous women, it's best to die. It's best to die." He sat naked on the ground like a fool and laughed foolishly. "I've had enough, I've had enough! This is mine, not you guys who show off their charms everywhere - they deserve it, they deserve it."

However, in the blink of an eye, his swearing came to an abrupt end. He seemed to see the woman's hand move, and he wiped his eyes. Isn't that my hallucination? There was an unknown sob in his throat.

The wind was getting stronger. The curtains danced wildly, and the murals in the room were blown to the ground by the wind from somewhere, and bottles and jars were broken all over the ground. But the candlelight was not extinguished. The bright candlelight stood upright and motionless, as if an invisible cover was covering it. The prince felt more and more unbearable. He shivered and grabbed the clothes scattered all over the floor and hurriedly put them on, but this was not enough to resist the cold. He curled up beside him, feeling uncontrollable.

The noise of the carnival outside the window was far away from him, the sound was slightly echoed, the fireworks were hazy, as if everything was from a distant past. The prince was terrified that there was a thick and unsolvable substance that could not be dissolved, as if mud was covering his whole body. He felt extremely heavy, as if he wanted to crush him, and he wanted to shout, but he could not make any sound.

In the terrified fear of being bound, the man saw the woman's body covered with purple spots, which spread like mold, quickly covering every corner of her body. Her appearance was changing, her hair color was changing... Her fingers were trembling... This time, the man was sure that he had read it correctly.

She came to life.

The things that bound him suddenly disappeared. He fell to the ground and then jumped up again. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it hard, but the door did not move at all. The door was obviously not locked. He remembered it clearly. But now, the door was like an iron gate, blocking his life.

He looked back in horror. Neanta had become a monster with strange purple skin. Even her hair color shone with a charming purple light. She became more and more vibrant, and seemed to be coming alive immediately. What was going on? The messenger, he cursed wildly in his heart. This must be the monster she made. The prince slapped the door hard and shouted "guards", but the voice just echoed in the room and couldn't be heard.

He was completely desperate and collapsed on the ground, leaving the ugly thing exposed.

A violent wind swept over and let out a scream like ghosts and wolves howling. The room seemed to have been ravaged, and everything was blown away from the spot. The wooden chairs, long tables, and even the heavy closet were blown away, hitting the wall hard, making a loud bang. Only the big bed was unscathed.

Nianta lay on the bed, quietly like a princess waiting for the prince to wake up in a fairy tale. She was indeed a princess, but the man next to her was not a prince. He was just a fat pig and a brainless and courageous livestock. Therefore, what finally awakened her was the magic energy that was everywhere in the room.

She opened her eyes. Her red pupils were filled with a treacherous and uneasy breath. She slowly moved her body that had recovered from death and twisted her neck. Then a long sigh came from her throat, a trembling sound like a moan. The man's thing stood up in an instant. Although he was now frightened and trembling by the door.

Nianta climbed up. Her naked body slowly stretched out. She was not afraid under the man's gaze, but her movements were more soothing. She was like a beauty who had just left the bath, showing her perfect body in front of the mirror. She cleverly covered the secrets and appeared in front of the man's eyes. Her chest stood proudly, and her whole body seemed to be covered with honey oil, shining, and exuding an extremely tempting enchantment.

She got off the bed barefoot and walked towards the prince like a lotus growing under her feet.

The man seemed not confused by her gorgeous and charming look. He leaned against the door with a look of fear, "You, who are you?" He asked hesitantly. However, his physical reaction exposed his impulse.

The woman tilted her head, stared at his lower body, and suddenly chuckled. "Who am I?" Her smile was like the warm sun in winter, and more like the lights in the dark late night, attracting the moths that were blowing into the fire. "Night Witch." She said in a sweet voice, "They called me Night Witch."

"Night Witch?" The prince's pupils tightened. "That-"

"That's right, it's 'that'." The Night Witch walked closer. "It's the 'that' you heard."

The prince's face turned pale, and he expected that he already knew what he was going to be. "You are really... what they said is true..." His eyes were dull and he murmured. "But you don't look like..."

The Night Witch walked to him and squatted down in front of him. All the spring light was visible. She stretched out her hand and touched his body. However, the prince was as if he was struck by lightning at this time, and he hurriedly tried to avoid it, but he could not avoid it. Behind him was the door panel. The Night Witch grabbed his wrist in an instant.

She exhaled like a rumbling, "Do you want to ask me why I became like this?" Her words suddenly became cold, as if they had suddenly turned from midsummer to cold winter. "Of course I have to thank my dear alchemist. He really has a good heart." She sneered, "He is to protect me."

The man did not react at all. He seemed to be frightened, but his body was very honest.

The Night Witch snorted coldly in disgust. "Okay, let's not say anything bad." Her hand gently wandered on the prince's body, and she could feel his trembling. But in the end it would turn into madness. She thought disdainfully and then spoke. "You were so rough to me just now, you hurt others, so savage." She seemed to be acting coquettish. "So I want to punish you." The man's trembling seemed to leave, but he couldn't even struggle this time. There was a wonderful force that drove him to be unable to move. His head was raised and his eyes could not blink. Seeing the panic and despair in the other person's eyes, the Night Witch let out a satisfied laugh. She stroked the other person's face. "Don't worry, there will be no pain, only happiness. Come on, be with me."

Her voice was soft and tempting. Her hair danced wildly, like Medusa's snake hair. Every time she shone, the man's resistance became weaker. Her strange red eyes reflected all the secrets of the man, and every blink made him more willing to obey her orders. Before the magic power had flowed, the man was already dull like a puppet.

The prince was confused by her eyes and stood up.

The incompetent guy. She sighed and missed her opponent. However, her desire was not eliminated, and the flames that had accumulated for several months were about to burn her down. "Kiss me," she ordered, "My pet pig, please make me happy. I haven't enjoyed the paradise for a long time, are you?" She said, while using her nails to constantly grab the man's body. The sharp nails grabbed the deep wounds on the other party's body like revenge. For a moment, blood was like a spring, and the sweetness of the blood could not cover up the strong smell of fishy smell. It was like I was fished out from the fish pond and took a bath with the sirens. "What a disgusting body, I hope your tongue can still be used."

However, when the prince was caught up with her, the Night Witch suddenly let out a shrill scream that soared into the sky.

"Who?" She covered her bitten chest and roared angrily. The magic power swelled around her. All the things in the room turned into pieces under the terrifying oppression, flying all over the sky. "Who are you?" She stared at the fat man as fat as a pig. "Come out, don't hide."

The prince still stood dull like a puppet, as if nothing was different. The Night Witch looked at her chest that was flowing with blood. The magic power could not heal the affected area, and there was a foul-stenched corrosive force attached to it, which could not be eliminated for the time being. She could not bear the wounds left by her perfect body. The furious she mobilized the magic power desperately. The thunderous power accompanied by her scream wrapped the prince, shrinking and oppressing like a giant python entangled in prey. The latter's body could not bear the rupture, and the creeping sound of bone shattering sounded one after another, just like corn bursting in a pot, and blood was like a spring.

After a moment, the skin full of fat and fat turned into broken pieces of meat and bones. A ghost's shadow was exposed to her sight.
Chapter completed!