pampered by him

Chapter 237
"Tell me a secret... I'll let you go..."

A chilly breath came from behind Little William.

There was a pause in his crying, and then a louder crying broke out.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." talking.

Weici took a deep breath.

"Tell me, who is impersonating me?"

There was gnashing of teeth in the cold voice.

Little William sniffed: "I don't know either... That murderer has caused me to lose a lot of money..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Weici slapped Little William on the back of the head.

"Don't cry! Old William will probably jump out of the coffin when he sees your virtue!" the girl said fiercely.

Little William's crying stopped.

His body was stiff, and after staying for three seconds, he quickly wiped away two handfuls of tears, then turned around and hugged Wei Shi's thigh.

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"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

"They all said that the legend of the blood-eyed witch was made up by my father, but I know it's true, and I firmly believe it!"

"You are my belief, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" a dream, i am not a fool!"

Little William hugged Weici's leg and cried all the time.

But this time was different from before, the more he cried, the more aggrieved he became.

Wei Ci, who failed to scare people but was frightened: "...you get up and talk to me."

Little William was very honest this time, he got up quickly and looked at Weici, sobbing.

Weici didn't use the hallucinogen, so now Little William saw her true colors.

The astonishment on the face of the mixed-race youth was undisguised.

The blood-eyed witch standing in front of him at this moment is so real and vivid.

Her skin is as white as suet white jade, her lips are as red as delicate roses, and her long hair is as black as crow feathers.

She is full of beauty, like a beauty slowly walking out of an oil painting, each stroke is full of rich colors, magnificent and colorful.

With a bang, little William's face burned red.

The playboy who is usually smooth-tongued and can blurt out compliments without thinking, can't even say a word of praise at this moment.

The beauty of the witch cannot be described in words.

"How did you recognize me?" Wei Ci interrupted Little William's amazed question.

After seeing Little William's previous performance, he crossed off his name from the list of suspects without resignation.

He is just a fool.

It's just that the members of William's family are good at disguising themselves with bohemianism.

At first, Weici thought that William's family had finally improved in this generation of genes, but he didn't expect that it was just a good disguise.

"Cough!" Little William came back to his senses. He tidied up his appearance, trying to restore a little bit of his image and dignity.

After he tidied himself up, he showed a sincere and admiring expression to Weici: "Because I know you will definitely come!"

"You're here for the murderer, right? You must want to find the murderer!"

He nodded without hesitation, signaling him to continue.

Little William felt encouraged by the witch, so he explained enthusiastically: "Actually, there is a reason why I didn't rush to find the murderer this time. I want to draw you out. Someone pretended to be you and committed a crime. You will definitely not stand idly by." of."

"You are the blood-eyed witch, the most powerful existence! Noble and arrogant as you are, how could you allow someone to offend you, even use your reputation to kill people, and then blame you?"

"At first I was too scared to react, but then I realized that it might be you!"

"Sure enough, you are exactly the same as I remember, no! More charming!"

Weici was a little speechless about Little William's firm belief that he was the blood-eyed witch.

Weici no longer struggled with Little William's innocence, and asked what he cared more about: "Have you met me?"

William shook his head: "No."

"But I've seen your portrait."

Having said this, William walked forward with Weici excitedly.

"Look here!" He pointed to a huge wall and said excitedly, "There used to be your portrait hanging here!"

Weici followed his line of sight and looked over.

There was only one painting on the wall, a huge gold frame to be exact.

The place where the oil painting should have been placed in the picture frame was empty, but the wall behind the picture frame was scorched black.

Weici quickly reacted.

"The painting has always been good, but suddenly one day the painting burst into flames."

"The old man tried his best to put out the fire, but the fire seemed to have magical powers, and it couldn't be extinguished no matter what. In the end, the painting was just reduced to ashes."

"The old man also suffered a serious illness for this."

With Little William's words, the uncivilized memories go back to the past.

At that time she cast a big cleansing spell.

She used the witch's powers to burn every entity in the world that bears her likeness.

At the same time, in conjunction with M's hacking technology, all traces of her electronics are also wiped out.

That's the best way to erase your existence.

"...But the old man must be envious of me! Maybe he will really jump out of the coffin, but not because he is angry with me, but because he is jealous of me!"

The unfilial son, Little William, continued to blah blah.

"He once told me that only real demons can wear this dress, and only witches have such a thin waist."

"Just like Cinderella's glass slipper, this bloody rose is tailor-made for you, no one can wear it except the witch herself!"

After finishing speaking, Little William looked at Weici's waist with admiration, and the admiration in his eyes was undisguised.

Although Little William's words did not contain any contempt or color, Wei Shi never felt offended.

Sure enough, the upper beam is not straight, and the lower beam is crooked.

Old William is an unscrupulous lsp, and his son is as virtuous as his father.

Weici now has some self-doubts about why he became friends with Old William.

Speaking of Old William, Weici thought of that rumor again.

"The rumor about the blood-eyed witch...was it said by old William?" Weici asked with a smirk.

Little William didn't notice Weici's changes, and excitedly told Weici what he knew.

"Yes, it was my old man who said it. I used to think that the old man was unreliable, but he is still very good in this matter, and the rumor about you was my bedtime story every day when I was a child..."

Weici finds out that Little William is not only a simpleton, but also a chatterbox.

As for Old William, when Weici thought of the rumor about the blood-eyed witch, he couldn't help but write him down in his heart.

(End of this chapter)