"?"

Xia Lan couldn't help but look at her.

"The real witch of the Dojo is dead, and her body is buried in this flower field." Heris said calmly: "And I am the second generation of witch of the Dojo."

"No wonder-" Xia Lan said thoughtfully.

"You will never know how terrifying the real witch of the Dojo has. I will always be a child who never grows up in front of her. Once upon a time, now." Heris said with a little self-deprecating. "Otherwise, how could you deceive me with your tricks in the hotel?"

"How did she die?" Xia Lan asked.

"I was killed by the only man she loved with my own hands." Herris's expression suddenly became cold.

"The real witch of the door actually loved men?" Xia Lan said in surprise.

"She once told me that feelings do not lie. When you judge whether a person really loves you, you can know from the feelings revealed by the other party that some people will lie to their own judgment, because love always makes people find excuses to escape." Heris said: "The man she fell in love with does love her, but she did not expect that the man would suddenly abandon the love between them..."

"It is definitely not easy to make the witch of the door fall in love with the man." Xia Lan said.

"He is indeed not simple, or people on the whole continent know that he is not simple." Heris said.

"Who is he?" Xia Lan asked.

“Mount Revelation, John.”
Chapter completed!