"Well, if you're not satisfied, I'll let you eat my heart!"

Dyson touched sunflower's head and was slapped off the next second.

"Son of a bitch, who allows you to touch my head? Don't you know that the devil's head can't be touched easily? "

The witch's eyes were wide open and full of anger.

Dyson shook his head innocently. "I don't know."

The witch was discouraged and kicked him again.

"Let's go. I'll show you the room for you!"

Dyson was not angry at all, even a little exultant. He laughs and takes sukui to the inside, enduring the devil's bad temper.

Ten minutes later -

before I said that I didn't like the witch here, a pair of golden eyes shining, a blinking look at the room full of gorgeous dresses, as well as beautiful jewelry.

Even some rare gadgets are available here.

"I'm starting to like it here!"

The witch is holding the tea cup, squinting her eyes and looking around, saying softly.

"Then you can live here all the time. I prepared everything for you." It took many years.

Dyson hooked his lips and didn't say the last word.

In my imagination, the witch should like all this, but when I saw her excited and happy eyes like a child. That great satisfaction is beyond imagination.

"What if someone finds out?"

The witch frowned. "I'll probably be caught, won't I?"

"No!"

Young green eyes suddenly cold, he thought of some kind of possibility, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes flashed blood thirsty light.

"I will protect you. If someone dares to hurt you, I will kill him by myself!"

"No matter who that person is?"

The witch's head was askew in surprise. Her eyes were evil and bewitching.

"Whoever it is!"

In this world, Dyson has no sentimental people.

Except for the witch in front of me.

If it had not been for her, there would have been no Dyson now. He would not have the chance to see the sunshine in the world again. He would die deep in the cold and humid forest, maybe rot and be bitten by insects.

Maybe, it will be divided by the beasts and eventually become their food.

Because she met Tina, she saved him, so she became today's Dyson.

"All right, little one, it's scaring you!"

The witch shrugs her shoulders and eyes turn. "What can those weak people do to me? I'm not going to die."

unconsciously, the witch has regarded him as her own person.

"I know you are very strong, but please give me a chance to protect you, OK?" said daison, gazing at her carefully

He's paying off.

All these years, he has been trying to find her. In my heart, I was afraid that I would never see him again.

And ah, she's a witch. She can live for a long time.

But he's just an ordinary human, how many years can he last?

Dyson has been waiting, waiting and storing strength. He had a great yearning for the high throne. Only when he has the power of a country can he find her openly and bring her back.

Give her everything she has, including the throne -

the witch Gulu Gulu pours tea into her stomach, and Dyson just looks at it.

Those aristocratic ladies, one by one, pretended to drink tea with small sips.