Mystery: The Stars Returner

Hasta held the sword in his hand and turned the tip of the sword secretly. If the opponent pounced directly, he would let her know what it meant to be cool.

"You are so handsome. I don't know how many innocent girls will be harmed in the future. It seems that I should kill you to prevent any more ignorant girls from being depressed because of you."

Her voice was still full of charm, and the words that originally screamed about fighting and killing came out of her mouth with a bit more seductive charm.

Threads and threads, touching the bones and scratching the heart.

In this regard, Hasta's evaluation is: Not bad, it is a bit like the essence of the vixen in "The Legend of Gods and Ghosts", but it is still a bit too young and needs more practice.

If it were the White Saint Caterina, her charm would never be so obvious. Instead, she would capture your body and soul unknowingly during normal communication.

"You want to kill me? What should you use to kill me? Your beauty or your body?"

There was a bit of disdain in Hastur's indifferent words, which made Moraka, who was lying on the ceiling, sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He turned slightly and stared at the unprotected back of Hastur's neck.

With just one close move, her nails could penetrate his skin, tear his muscles, and then break his neck with a little force.

Of course, she didn't mind giving him a bloody kiss before he breathed his last.

Originally she just wanted to come and take a look, but when she really saw this Baron Hastur Campbell, she could not control the flames of jealousy in her heart.

The feeling was like a fire burning every corner of the body.

So, she changed her mind. She wanted to kill this handsome young nobleman and dig out his heart!

What would it look like if this heart was given to her as a gift?

But when she was about to take action, an ominous premonition and a dangerous premonition suddenly arose in her heart.

It was as if the unsuspecting prey below was spreading a giant net waiting for him to fall into the trap.

She decided to be careful, "I'm a little shy, could you turn off the light first?"

"Okay."

With a reply, the lights went out and the room fell into darkness again.

This level of darkness has no covering effect at all for a witch who was once an assassin.

"You lie on the bed first, and I will come to you and take you into a world of pleasure."

Moraka flipped her right wrist, and there was a dagger two fingers wide. Using the weapon, she could ensure that she would slit the throat of the prey below in an instant, and cut off all the bones.

"There's so much nonsense. Are you here to seduce me into bed or are you here to talk to me late at night?"

The rude words made Moraka stunned for a moment, and then he became angry!

She no longer waited, no longer hesitated, her body fell lightly like a fallen leaf, her waist gently turned half a circle, and the dagger in her hand drew a gleam of cold light and slashed towards Hastur's throat.

puff!

It was the sound of flesh being poked open with a sharp weapon.

But it wasn't her dagger that slit the prey's throat, but the sword in the prey's hand that accurately penetrated her belly.

At the same time, the sword that penetrated her belly was twisted hard, slicing all her internal organs.

"what!"

An uncontrollable scream came out of her mouth, and at the same time she hurriedly pulled away, jumped into the shadow, and ran out through the window, landing on the lawn as nimbly as a fallen leaf.

The palm of his left hand covered the penetrated lower abdomen, and the ice power flowed and spread, sealing the wound and preventing a large amount of blood loss.

Moraka gasped quickly, not daring to stay any longer, and hurriedly ran along the street.

From the window upstairs, Hasta looked in the direction of her panicked escape, but did not jump directly from the window.

With his physique, if he wanted to jump out of the window, the two stained glass windows would basically break again, and all of this would be money.

Moreover, with physical speed alone, it was impossible for him to catch up with this extraordinary person from the Witch Sect of unknown origin. After all, she was once an assassin known for her dexterity.

After determining the direction of the witch's escape, Hastur closed the window, returned to bed, got out of his spirit body, rolled up his war emblem, and chased after her.

In the dark streets and alleys, Moraka ran away like a bereaved dog, her body blending into the shadows at a very fast speed.

The hunting wind blew past her ears, and she finally regained her composure.

She couldn't understand why her carefully prepared blow failed to kill the other party, but instead the other party stabbed her first?

That person should not be able to see where he is.

This is an invisibility ability that only Sequence 7 witches have. How could it suddenly fail?

Can't figure it out.

After running a long distance away, Moraka looked back and saw no one was chasing him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

She glanced down at her abdomen. The ice there had gradually melted, and blood mixed with ice water flowed out, dyeing the hem of her black lace skirt red.

This was her favorite long dress on weekdays. Because tonight was a special day, she chose to wear this dress, but now it was stained red with blood.

She looked at it twice, reached out and dipped her hand into the flowing blood, then smeared it around and put it in her mouth to taste.

It's a little sweet, but more of a fishy smell.

This made her dislike it very much, she only liked the sweet blood.

After she calmed down a little, she froze the wound with ice again, preparing to bandage it again when she got home.

Well, instead of going back to your own home, go to your good sister’s home.

Let her see what a heavy price he paid for her.

Should she feel sorry for her misery, or just ridicule?

"What an interesting question."

Moraka changed direction and moved forward unsteadily.

After walking a few steps, huge panic and despair surged in her heart.

She subconsciously rolled around on the dirty ground, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a big sword slashing across the air where she was just now!

If she hadn't dodged in time, the golden sword would have split her proudest body in two.

Is it Baron Hastur Campbell chasing after him?

Before Moraka could find Hastur's figure, the golden sword turned and slashed towards him!

With nowhere to run, she closed her eyes and prepared to face her fate.

"Heh, interesting."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Moraka opened his eyes. The golden sword in front of him had disappeared, and he was being held in someone's arms.

She didn't need to look up to know who was coming to save her.

In Backlund, only his mother could appear in time and have the ability to save him at the critical moment.

Moraka felt his chin being pinched and lifted up, and what came face to face was a face that was somewhat similar to his own, and almost exactly the same as his sister's.

"You are so worthless!"

Disgusted tone, emotionless eyes.

Anger surged in Moraka's heart, and he said in a cold voice: "Haha, I didn't ask you to save me."

Snapped!

As soon as she finished speaking, she was slapped hard and fell to the ground. Her precious red dress was now stained by the mud and sewage on the ground.

"If you weren't my daughter, you would have died countless times! Can I still give you a chance to be arrogant in front of me?"

Moraka just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then got up from the ground, and walked forward without saying a word.

"Childish confrontation."

The sound coming from behind did not make Moraka stop, and he still staggered forward.

"Who did you offend tonight?"

"Would you care about that too?"

"To be able to avoid the tracking of my incarnation, this is not an ordinary extraordinary person."

Moraka was silent for a while, then slowly said: "A nobleman, Baron Hastur Campbell."

……

In the room, the spirit body of Hastur chose to return from the Hall of Stars and merge into his physical body.

"Wow, it's really thrilling!"

Hastur sat up straight and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Just now, just when he was about to kill the witch tonight with a sword, his spirituality suddenly gave a crazy warning. He left the place without hesitation.

But the person came out of the body and walked out of an illusory figure, chasing him all the way.

In order to avoid the illusory figure, he directly cut off the contact and asked the spirit body to return to the Hall of Stars, and then return to himself from the Hall of Stars.

Hastur couldn't help but feel lucky that he had chosen to pursue him as a spirit tonight, otherwise he would not have been able to escape safely.

The person coming from behind is at least a Sequence 4 demigod.

Her image is not that of the White Saint Katarina, but other extraordinary beings from the Witch Sect.

Maybe he is also a powerful Sequence 3 being.

She obviously left some life-saving measures on the witch tonight, so when she sensed danger, she traveled through the spirit world at high speed.

"Oh, it's good to have someone to protect you."

Hastur sighed. It was a pity that he couldn't kill the witch tonight. It was obvious that the other party had already come to his door.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. If I kill her at home, she will definitely be traced by that powerful being, and I will be in danger."

The current situation is not good, but it is not too bad either.

It's just that during this time, he needs Will's help to cover him.

After thinking for a while, Hasta came to the study, took down the entire string of wind chimes, took them back to the bedroom, and hung them in front of the bedroom window.

In the past, he didn't want Will to spy on him while he slept, but now he couldn't care less.

He took another paper crane and placed it in the palm of his hand. He glanced at the time and saw that it was early four o'clock in the night.