The old witch was sad and angry. If she had known that she had noticed the dragon-like aura on this guy, she would have hid in the house. His house had a magic barrier. As long as she wanted, people outside would not want to enter the room she was in when the door was opened.

She could calmly use magic to reach the position of the teleportation array and escape thousands of miles in an instant. No matter how capable this guy has, he would never be able to catch her anymore. How could he be like now, being carried like a chicken, and even his life could be lost at any time.

"I don't want to trade with you now."

A devil-like voice rang in his ears. The old witch was startled and struggled quickly, saying, "I'm sorry, forgive my previous mistakes. Didn't you want my knowledge? I'm willing to hand over everything I know to you, the price is only half of the previous one."

Grey stared at her silently, thinking to himself that he was not a mature spirit, why did this guy seem to have lived in vain for hundreds of years? Can he still say such stupid things in such a situation? Do you really can't see the situation clearly?

Gray didn't know why, so he took out an iron fly swatter and slapped the old witch on the face (faced with this wrinkled old face, he couldn't hit him with his palm), and said viciously: "Old man, considering your foolings about me before and I took a lot of effort to catch you, strictly speaking, you should be my captive now, so the transaction does not exist, everything about you should belong to me, including what is in your mind."

"Bastard, Wang An, a damn stupid donkey, a worm, a vampire in hell." The old witch glared at her eyes when she heard this, became excited, and began to exude fragrance, and gave Gray friendly greetings.

Gray was a very generous person, but it did not mean that a prisoner could scold him. The prisoner should look like a prisoner, so he slapped him again.

"Grey, there is nothing inside." The elf rode a black crow and flew out of the broken room, with a dull face.

Before, Gray was afraid that the old monster was below, so he did not bring the elves down with him, but just asked her to hide and act according to the situation. After the two of them left here, the elves entered and searched for things.

"But there is an evil magical aura." The elf continued to add, pointing to the crow riding beneath him: "And this, it wants to escape!"

"No, no, I didn't run away." crow shouted, and Jasmine slapped his hand on its head, and it dared not continue to yell.

"No wonder, I am. How could a kind witch hand over such an evil spell to others, and she didn't feel any guilt about destroying a kingdom by herself. It turned out to be an evil old witch." Gray suddenly realized and gave a thumbs up and praised, "Marl is so amazing."

"Then are we going to kill her?" Jasmine looked down at the old witch who was still cursing about Rao and asked. Of course, it's not a pity to die. That's how Gray taught her.

The old witch trembled all over, stopped talking all over her mouth, and looked at Gray begging.

The old eyes only expressed one meaning, she didn't want to die yet.

Gray understood, then he smiled, reached out and touched Jasmine's head, "Yes, such a person is not to be jealous of death."

The old witch's body trembled like a sieve, her eyes were filled with fear, and she shouted, "No, you can't kill me, I'm willing to trade, you can't kill me."

Gray looked at her indifferently and shouted sternly: "Hmph, you did these evil things and turned ordinary people into vicious monsters, killing countless lives. If you don't kill you, how can I be worthy of those dead?"

"It has nothing to do with me. They have evil thoughts in their hearts, so they become monsters. If they were really kind-hearted people, they would not come to me to trade." The old witch defended.

"I don't want to argue with you. Doing evil is doing evil. Everyone has to pay the price for what they do. And more importantly, you just fooled me. This is a great insult to a dragon slayer and a king. There is no sufficient reason, and I will not leave you."

Gray felt that his words were too explicit, but the old witch seemed to be unable to understand. She just kept begging for mercy. It was all those people who could not stick to their true intentions.

Helplessly, Gray had to change his method, "I listen, every witch will record his own research. You have the habit of taking out your evil notes and I want to destroy it. Next, you will create potions for me to save people and atone for sins. In this way, I can consider saving your life. Do you understand?"

The old witch looked at Gray blankly, and as his eyes became colder, he trembled: "Let me go, I'll give you all the notes."

She dared not to have it. In hundreds of years, she had already written what she had mastered into complete notes. This is a habit that everyone who studies magic has, even if she is not studying normal magic.

Research notes are very important. Researchers can not only find their shortcomings when reading them again, but also have something to read when the memory is blurred after a long time. As for inheritance, these people can only look forward to someone becoming the same as them.

The other party used all the means for the first time and did not run away. Gray was not afraid of her running away now, so he let go of her, but he was still very close to her and could make any reaction at any time.

"If I notice you want to escape, I will kill you with one sword. Believe me, my actions will be so fast that you can't react at all." After thinking about it, Gray warned, dispelling some thoughts she shouldn't have.

"The thing is in the room, I'm going to open the door now." The old witch slapped her to death and said in advance, afraid that Gray would misunderstand something.

"Hu, there is nothing in the room except wood carvings and scrap iron." The elf shouted, looking at Gray with big eyes, afraid that he would not believe him, "She is lying."

"No, there's nothing, the thing is in another room." The old witch said hurriedly, afraid that Gray would kill him with a quick eye and hand.

"Yes, yes, things are in another room." The black crow also shouted, unable to wait to show himself.

"Of course I believe Jasmine's words." Gray smiled and touched her head, his movements were very light, afraid that he would slap her down with a slap. "But this house has magic, and you can enter two different rooms, and hers should be another room."

Gray knew that the other room was where the old witch did the experiment. If there were magic notes or something like that, it might be placed there.

"That's right, this is a magic gate that can enter two different rooms." The old witch said quickly, secretly hating that this guy was only prepared enough, even knowing this, and understanding that his hope of escaping was really slim.

"Yes, that's right." The crow rattled.

"That's right." Jasmine showed a sudden look and explained: "I thought the magic fluctuations were emitted by the puppets inside."

"Well, if the magic energy here wasn't too messy, you would definitely have discovered it."
Chapter completed!