"The witch said, 'Tonight is Christmas Eve.'"
The girl appeared out of nowhere on the balcony, humming a light tune, obviously in a good mood.
Only five minutes had passed since her disappearance, but her attire was completely transformed.
Gone was the gold and white nightgown, replaced by a medieval noble's attire, a red cloak, and a large, purple sun hat.
Clothes make the man.
This outfit perfectly set off the slyness in her eyes, giving her movements a mysterious charm, and turned her into a witch straight out of a 15th-century painting.
"Chen Sifei, hello."
Suddenly, she heard a stranger's voice.
She instinctively touched her waist.
There hung two round-bottomed flasks, one filled with a bewitching, eerie deep purple liquid and the other with a vibrant green one.
Leader Er fell silent.
The moment the girl's hand touched her waist, he suddenly felt a tangible killing intent.