Seven days of horror

Locke was overjoyed, and Hector's voice was like a ray of sunshine that swept away the depression in his heart for many days. He turned around suddenly, and in front of him was indeed the Hector he had been thinking about day and night.

"Hey..." He rushed over, wanted to throw himself into Hector's arms, and told him how much he missed him, but when his eyes touched Hector's, he froze for a moment, Hector was eager His eyes were not looking at him, but 'through' him to look at the person behind him, and the person behind him was naturally the blond-haired, green-eyed beauty.

When he came back to his senses, Hector had passed through him to meet the beauty. That’s right, Locke at this moment was like a disembodied ghost, and Hector just passed through him with the corner of his mouth Holding that hooligan smile again, he walked quickly to the beauty.

Locke was so stunned that he couldn't speak. The feeling of being pierced just now was too real. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

Wait, I can breathe, I'm alive!But why can't he see me? !He just passed through me like I wasn't real... Locke was startled and confused.

Locke didn't have much time to discuss whether he was still alive, because his attention was diverted by the big pervert, Hector.

Hector chuckled and said teasingly, "Sister, do you want to fetch water to bathe or wash your feet?"

When the blond beauty heard the words, her emerald eyes were filled with anger: "The river of Wangchuan is used to help the undead forget all the past, how can it be used to bathe or wash their feet so wasteful?!"

Hector's eyes began to sweep the blonde beauty's whole body unscrupulously, and finally his eyes fell on the delicate and charming lips under the emerald eyes, and then he stretched out his tongue to lick his lower lip, hey, he must be imagining What would it be like to suck the nectar and jade dew in the cherry lips?

Locke saw his Ai Lang's obscene look on the side, and he gritted his teeth angrily, alas, it was useless to miss him these days.

The blond beauty's cherry lips parted slightly at this time, and said coldly: "I don't know who it is...it turns out to be Young Master Hector, Wang Chuan has seen the young master..."

Wangchuan? ! Wait, you're me? !Locke opened his mouth wide in surprise, looking at the blonde beauty.

It really blooms like a lotus in water, and the whole body exudes a soft light... I never dreamed that I was a fairy-like beauty in my previous life... Locke couldn't help but reached out and touched the "self" in front of him.

Naturally, he couldn't touch her. The Wangchuan in front of him was like an image in the air. His hands were shaking in the air, and he couldn't touch the entity at all. Only then did he realize that Hector and Wangchuan were both images, and he was the one. entity.

"If the young master has no other orders, then I will leave first..." Wang Chuan snorted coldly in his ear, left this sentence coldly, and turned around to leave.

The big pervert Hector naturally wouldn't let Wang Chuan leave, he grabbed her hand with one hand, and said softly: "I haven't seen you for many years, my sister is getting more and more beautiful..."

Wang Chuan actually shook off his hand, and a trace of anger flashed across his beautiful emerald eyes: "Young master, please respect yourself! There is a difference between master and servant..."

Hector froze for a moment (probably he had never been treated so coldly), and then let her go. She bowed to Hector and walked away without turning her head.Hector looked at Wang Chuan's leaving figure, and unconsciously raised the left corner of his mouth.

Locke gave Airang a blank look. He naturally knew what it meant when Hector pulled the left corner of his mouth. During the two nights when he and Hector were "good friends", he fell into the evil spirit of Hector holding the corner of his mouth from time to time. The charm of a smile!

"Why does the young master laugh so obscenely?" A sweet and coquettish female voice came from his ears. Locke looked back and saw a hot figure, honey-colored skin, and black curly hair standing behind him. There is a coquettish look between the brows, a beautiful woman who looks like a Mediterranean.

Hector touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously, and without turning his head, he responded coldly with dissatisfaction: "Luzia, you don't mind your lazy cat, but meddle in my business... "

It turns out that you are Witch Luthia, my cousin is really indebted to your 'care'... Locke looked up and down the witch.

Ruthia didn't answer, and stepped forward. Locke subconsciously flashed aside, and then watched Luthia stretch out her slender hands to fiddle with the feathers and wings on Hector's back, and jealousy suddenly rose in his heart.

When he was about to stop Lusia, Hector had already shaken his hand away, and suddenly turned around and said viciously: "Lusia, don't you know the difference between master and servant?! "He also specially emphasized the word 'master and servant'.

"Luthia naturally knows, but I don't know if the young master knows..." The witch smiled charmingly, her eyes turned, and she frequently 'discharged' Hector.

To be honest, this witch's unmodified eyebrows have a wild taste, her waterfall-like black hair is sexy and alluring, coupled with her exquisite and delicate body, any man's heartbeat will speed up and his blood will boil when he sees it.It's a pity that this type of woman is not Hector's cup of tea, her power-filled eyes are wasted on him... Locke looked at Luzia from the side, and then looked at the two of them with an expression of watching a play, he wanted to see Watch what Hector does next.

I saw Hector approaching step by step, 'searching' her body with unscrupulous eyes, and 'telling' the witch that she is a very attractive woman with his eyes.Next, Heke reached out and held her chin lightly, and slowly approached her face. The witch closed her eyes cooperatively and waited for Hector's kiss.

Locke watched Hector from the sidelines, shaking his head and chuckling.

Sure enough, Hector sneered, turned the hand that was lightly holding her chin to her hair, and grabbed a lock of her hair violently, and she immediately screamed in pain!

She took a few steps back in embarrassment, touched her hair, and looked at Hector with a pair of beautiful eyes, daring to speak out.

"It seems that you don't know the etiquette to be observed between master and servant..." Hector arrogantly let her look at the hair he pulled from her head in his hands, then pursed his lips and slammed Blow, hair falls to the floor.

The witch glared at Hector, as if she wanted to tear him into pieces.

Hector laughed maniacally, turned around and walked away, while Locke followed closely. Before leaving, he glanced at the witch. The cold and angry eyes of the witch made Locke shudder.