Kill me again, Miss Witch

Miss Witch's entire body was in pain, as if every inch of her bones had been slowly crushed.

But she still didn't change her expression, she bent down slightly, trying to pick up the quill on the ground.

At this moment, a muffled sound of friction suddenly came from the entrance of the main hall ahead.

Miss Witch frowned.

What an unrepentant guy.

The stone door was stained with a trace of the power she casually released, although it was only a very shallow trace, it was not something that a weak ant like Shaar could break through forcibly.

Maybe after trying the setbacks, I will leave by myself.

So Miss Witch ignored it and grabbed the quill that fell to the ground.

There was a faint sound.

"Chi----"

Afterwards, streams of white silk-like steam rose from the imperceptible gaps under the stone gate.

"Rumble rumble—"

Accompanied by the rough sound of friction between the stone door and the ground, the double doors were slowly pushed open a bit.

But it's just a trace.

But in the next second, a deep shadow followed the shadow cast by the stone gate on the ground, and jumped out of the gap where it was impossible for a person to pass through!

Under Miss Witch's gaze, the shadow raised a curtain and walked out of it.

She was stunned.

At this moment, Xia Ya's skin surface has a strange crimson texture, steam is lingering all over his body, and his black hair moves without wind.

Not only that, but at some point, his arms were firmly wrapped by two gleaming gloves.

That is the gauntlet transformed by [Jin], which can bring him a double boost.

Shaar's body shook a few times, then staggered and fell to his knees on the ground.

The crimson texture and steam quickly faded away, and even the armor wrapped around his arms couldn't hold on, and penetrated into the skin again.

Obviously the body has had a strong side effect, but Shaar still forcibly turned on [Explosion Fighting Qi].

But this time, he barely held on for less than a second.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

Strands of blood flowed down from the surface of Shaar's skin.

Because of the sequelae caused by forcibly turning on [Explosive Fighting Qi] for the second time, his whole body was like broken porcelain, with countless bloodstains cracked, stained on his clothes, and dripped from the cracks.

Soon, a puddle of blood gathered on the ground.

"..."

The witch looked down at Shaar.

Unexpectedly, the other party also raised his head, his delicate face was covered with blood, and he showed a smile that looked silly to her.

"This kind of injury...should be far less painful than your current pain."

Shaar supported the ground, stood up staggeringly, and wiped off the blood stained on his face.

Miss Witch closed her eyes, her slender fingers gripped the surface of the diary tightly.

"The channel is closed."

There was no emotion in her voice.

"It doesn't matter, I will leave here after solving your problem." Shaar smiled, "Do you know that I am a writer, a writer who doesn't like tragic endings so much."

"That's why I said, a perfect ending must exist."

He pointed to his brain.

However, it requires thinking.

And Shaar, who just stayed in the shadow curtain and witnessed the whole process of punishment, has not stopped thinking.

He was thinking about how to help Miss Witch get out of the current predicament.

God of justice and judgment.

Three crimes.

There is also the equivalent exchange mentioned repeatedly in Miss Witch's previous conversation.

Although it wasn't deliberate to put it in that context, the careful Xia heard a sense of disobedience from those words.

It's like deliberately emphasizing something to a certain existence.

Perhaps it was the will to punish in the palace.

Or maybe... convincing herself?

Faced with this extraordinary status quo, Xia Ya set off a storm in his brain, trying to let himself think about this issue aside from his normal thinking.

There is absolutely no way to rely on his own strength, but there may be loopholes that can be exploited.

Especially what appeared in the palace was just a will without thinking.

So Xiaya took a deep breath, raised his head and shouted loudly towards the shining golden scale mark in the sky: "It's not a gift for no reason!"

"Listen, this is a sacrifice, a complete exchange of equal value!!!"

The witch suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at Shaar in surprise.

At the same time, the sun-like blazing mark of scales suspended at the highest point of the palace shook slightly, as if it heard Shaar's cry.

The next moment, the mark on Miss Witch's chest stopped flickering!

"It seems I guessed it right."

Xia laughed.

The reason is very simple.

Since you said that Miss Witch has committed the crime of giving without reason, then if this behavior is not established, can she be exempted from punishment?

And judging from the name, the God of Justice and Judgment will never violate the rules.

Shaar looked up and saw that the imprint on Miss Witch's chest just stopped flashing and did not disappear. She was still leaning softly on the red velvet seat, motionless.

In other words, if Shaar fails to reverse the situation, the punishment will continue.

The point is, equivalent exchange.

Shaar thought about it carefully, and there was nothing valuable on his whole body, which could be worth the value of the ancient curse item [Invisible Demon Jhin].

With all the calculations, there are only more than 2 gold coins in the dimensional ring, and there are more than 1 left over from Xiweistar's last time.

But such a powerful treasure cannot be measured by money.

But as I said just now, in the face of this kind of issue involving gods, one cannot use conventional thinking. Therefore, when calling out for the will to punish, what Shaar said was "sacrifice" rather than "transaction".

What is a sacrifice?

Mortals obtain the blessings and gifts of the gods by offering items to please the gods.

This is the essence of sacrifice, in the word "pleasing".

Xiaya couldn't come up with something of the same value, so in this matter, the essence of it was slightly distorted.

In other words, as long as he presents items that can please the Witch and make her feel worthwhile from the bottom of her heart, then this is a successful sacrifice.

So in the final analysis, we still have to please Miss Witch!

Xia Ya thought silently.

He opened the dimension ring, trying to find the items that Sylvista left inside.

Because besides that, he only has the only valuable thing on his body [The Veil of Concealment].

It's a pity that Xia searched for a long time, but except for a pile of golden coins and a few bottles of potions of little value, he didn't find what he was expecting.

Even cosmetics are fine!

Although Miss Witch is naturally beautiful and does not need makeup at all, she can defeat all women in the world without makeup.

But for this kind of modern novelty gadget, maybe people will be a little curious?

But it was never found.

Just when Shaar was desperately wanting to give up and try to exchange some stories, he suddenly found a wooden box in the deepest part of the dimensional space.

what is this?

Holding Wei Wei's expectation, he opened the wooden box.

What he never expected was that there was actually a pair of exquisitely crafted lace-up high-heeled sandals inside. Next to the shoes, there seemed to be a pair of black stockings stacked neatly?

Xia coughed a few times to hide his inner embarrassment.

That's right, if it was really a precious treasure, the other party probably wouldn't give it to him with such confidence.

But Sylvista, such a sexy and enchanting route is not suitable for you.

Such a thought inexplicably flashed in Xiaya's mind, then shook his head, and put his thoughts back on the urgent matter that needs to be resolved right now.

He raised his head, and subconsciously glanced at Miss Witch who had slumped on the seat.

Just at this glance, those white and flawless tender feet came into his eyes immediately.

Xia suddenly remembered that from the first time we met until now, Miss Witch has been showing off her bare feet without wearing shoes.

Is it because I don't want to wear it, or is there some other reason?

And this pair of high-heeled sandals are black and shiny, with gorgeous gemstones inlaid on the surface, which looks expensive.

He thought of the story he had just told, Cinderella and the glass slipper.

"Your Excellency, these shoes...do you like them?"

I didn't deliberately emphasize the value, because Miss Witch doesn't care about such things at all.

Miss Witch, who had been staring at Shaar, looked at the gorgeous high-heeled shoes in his hand, her gaze trembling slightly.

Seeing her like this, Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, not annoying.

He looked up at the imprint of the scale on the high place, and said loudly: "This is the item I want to sacrifice."

But after a long time, the mark remained unmoved.

Is it...you have to wear these shoes?

Looking at the sexy high-heeled sandals in his hand, and at Miss Witch leaning on the seat, a crazy idea suddenly appeared in Xia's heart.

He made a decision in his heart, and slowly approached Miss Witch with his broken body.

It didn't take long to enter the range of the imprint.

The punishment from the God of Justice and Judgment was indeed "fair", except that it was only aimed at the witch who violated the rules, and Char who was in it didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

He walked up to the witch, bent down, and knelt on one knee, staring at the pale and beautiful woman.

The witch raised her head and looked at him in confusion, as if she didn't understand what he was going to do next.

Xia and her exchanged glances, and said softly: "Your Excellency, please forgive my rudeness... But I think you will look good wearing it."

While saying these words, because the other party didn't have the extra strength to restrain the remaining black mist nearby, they frantically rushed towards the living Shaar like living creatures!

Shaar snorted.

The black mist quickly devoured his life, in order to race against death, Shaar accelerated the movements of his hands.

Under the disbelieving eyes of the witch, he stretched out one hand to pick up the high-heeled shoes, and gently held her soft and smooth soles with the other hand.

The little feet retracted slightly, but they still didn't escape Shaar's palm.

An icy temperature came from the soles of the feet, the toes were white and flawless, with a slight soft light pink, just like the cool temperament displayed by Miss Witch.