Chapter 133

Andre's face showed a satisfied expression after absorbing the magic energy from Peter's body.

His right hand burned a blue flame, while his left hand waved gently, and immediately several black sickle weasels flew out of his palm.

These sickle weasels rushed to the mountain and brought some younger brothers. Regardless of the cries and calls for help from those younger brothers, they immediately attached to their necks and sucked up the blood of these people.

Watching his companions fall down one by one, Dashan's face shows a panic expression. He just plucked up the courage to shoot and save Andre. He didn't expect that the other party would revenge on his brother so soon.

"Don't, don't, don't kill, kill me!" Driven by fear, Dashan knelt on the ground, and his stuttering became more serious. "Please, please, please!"

There were only the last two of them, Andre and Dashan.

Andre took out a dagger. A few sickle weasels surrounded him, as if surrounded by Peter. These sickle weasels surrounded his new master.

Dashan knelt on the ground and kowtowed his head to Andre. His forehead hit the floor, making a "Dong, Dong" sound.

"Please, please, please let me go, let me go!" The mountain kept begging for mercy.

Andre didn't speak and threw the dagger in front of the mountain.

Dashan didn't look at the dagger that fell in front of him. He was still kowtowing. His forehead was bleeding, but he made more effort.

"Go and cut off Peter's head," Andre said at last, "and wrap it up and take it to my office."

Then he disappeared in front of the mountain.

Dashan survived.

He raised his head to look for Andre's trace, but Andre has left, how can he find it. After saying "thank you", Dashan picked up the dagger in front of him.

The mountain got up from the ground and came to Peter's body.

He had no grudge against Peter. Furthermore, compared with other witches, Peter was closer to people and had no airs. But Dashan had been tied to a boat by Andre. He had to shoot Peter at that time, otherwise he would be treated as a traitor of the black tower.

Dashan put his dagger on Peter's neck. Not long ago, he was just an ordinary student. Now, he is a murderer. Not only did they shoot people, but they also cut off their heads.

"Oh Dashan's spirit couldn't hold on any longer. He suddenly vomited!

Food left in the abdomen, acid water in the mouth, and yellow bile All this was mixed with a strong sense of guilt, which poured out of the mountain's chest.

Dashan threw the dagger on the ground and quickly ran to the wall. He supported the wall with one hand and beat his chest with the other.

But after a long time, he had already vomited. But in his chest, the swelling guilt still did not subside. He was retching against the wall, and the crystal saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth.

It's better to die easily than to live in the world and bear the pain and pressure. For a moment, Dashan had such an idea.

But soon, continuous retching made him have no strength to die.

The mountain fell to the ground, on the dirt that he had vomited. He looked up at the sky. The sky was blue. Under the sky, there were all kinds of people. Some were kind, some were vicious, some were bullied, and some were beating and bullying others. Who can avoid being bullied? Are you kind people? Of course not. Are they powerful people? But Peter also fell to the ground.

They are powerful and vicious people.

After a long time, Dashan got up from the ground in silence. If you want to be evil, please be evil to the extreme.

He came to Peter again, picked up the knife on the ground and put the blade on Peter's throat. It was like sawing off the fruit of a tree. He cut most of Peter's neck with a dagger and tore it up.

"Wow -" in his roar, Peter's head was torn off by him.

Dashan took off his coat and saw the disgusting vomit on it. So he threw his coat away.

He took off the white short sleeve T-shirt and wrapped Peter's head with it. Dashan didn't understand why Andre needed a dead man's head. If he put it in the office, it would be the foreshadowing of his being exposed. But this is not what he can understand now. Witches always have a strange temper.

In fact, it is not enough for Andre to fully grasp Peter's power just to absorb the magic energy released. He had to slowly read from Peter's brain how to use power, so that he could integrate Peter's abilities.

That's why Andre didn't kill Dashan. It's very difficult to kill one's companions, and there is a lot of follow-up work.Andre needs a helper, and the honest and stuttering Dashan becomes the best choice.

At this time, Andre and Dashan did not expect where their fate would lead them in the future.

The wizard king was lying on his bed with two maids and several sickle weasels nibbling on the body of a woman. At this moment, a sickle weasel stopped on his windowsill.

The wizard King gently raised his hand and the window opened. The sickle weasel outside the window flew in.

The sickle weasel landed on the low cupboard beside the wizard King's bed, then dropped his head, opened his mouth and aimed at the porcelain cup on the cupboard.

A thread of blood gushed from his mouth. That's the king Python's blood Peter got for the wizard king.

"It's hard to come all the way." The wizard king raised his hand and stroked the sickle weasel.

The sickle weasel didn't respond in any way. It let the wizard King's hand rub on its head. After a while, the cup filled with blood, and the sickle weasel closed its mouth.

"And your master?" The wizard king asked it softly. Sickle weasels created by witchcraft energy are emotionless and unable to answer any of the questioners' questions. They're just tools for killing.

But the sickle weasel turned its head to the wizard king, and there was a look of sadness in its eyes.

"So it is." The wizard king said to himself. He waved to the sickle weasel, and the sickle weasel flew into his arms.

"So it is." The wizard King repeated his words again.

He could feel that his favorite disciple had disappeared from the world.

Grief poured into the wizard's heart. He gently stroked the sickle weasel on his chest, and tears ran down his cheek.

Wang wept.