Witch’s moment

Amy picked up a shawl, surrounded it a few times, and walked out of the door.

As soon as I got to the second floor, I bumped into Sige coming out of the room.

Sig was holding his silver gun, and his fingers were on the trigger.

After taking a shower, he heard the sound of rushing out. The button of the shirt he had changed in a hurry was not fastened, his hair was also wet, and the drops of water stained his shirt.

Amy, who was standing in the corner of the stairs, was wearing a white nightgown that could only be worn at night. The shawl could just cover her arms on both sides, leaving only a large area of lace on her white neck and chest.

The slightly curved black hair naturally scattered in front of her chest, and with her movements, the extreme white and black swung together.

The moment Sig saw her, he put down his gun and raised his chin upstairs: "Amy, go back to sleep. It's none of your business."

"Sig--"

Sig was about to go downstairs when he heard the trembling voice behind him and turned back.

The arm was wrapped around the outside of Amy's shawl, and Xu Xu hugged him.

Amy is shaking.

This reminded Sig of the white cream cake shaking when it was brought up in his room this afternoon.

The maid downstairs, Margaret, opened the door and greeted the guests.

It should be an acquaintance. There is an emergency to listen to the footsteps, but Amy, who is on the verge of depression, should not be disturbed.

He patted Amy on the shoulder and coaxed her every time she lost her temper.

"I'm going to let them go."

When Amy heard his promise, she let go of her hand holding Sig's shirt and went upstairs quietly.

Sige was delayed for a few minutes. When it came to the living room, more than a dozen people inside stared at him with strange eyes.

The leader is Sig's uncle, and the consul of the Lancashire Witch Hunters Association, Trike.

Trike is a teenager older than Sige. Because the family trust funds are under the control of Sige, Treke usually only regards Sige as a peer.

After all, where the money is, the power is there, and it is not easy for Cui Ke to take his uncle's pretentious in front of Sig.

Trike explained his meaning: "Sig, we are tracking down a witch. From the direction, she entered your house."

"There can't be a witch here." Sig sat on the sofa, wiping his silver witch gun slowly.

Cui Ke came over, with a cautious face and a slight twitching of his nose.

"No, Sig, how can I smell... Do you have the smell of a witch on your body?"

A trace of fragrance wrapped around Sig's shirt, which is the smell of chamomile powder that Amy likes.

"Is there a witch? Can I not know? Uncle." Sige stopped the action of wiping the gun and looked up at him. "A woman is a witch with a little fragrance. Isn't the standard of judgment too vulgar?"

After looking at Sig for a few seconds, Trick laughed out loud.

He looked clear: "Then I won't bother you and your woman. Let's go first."

Sige's face changed and he frowned and explained, "It's Amy's fragrant powder."

"Yo, Amy's powder... Don't always use Amy as an excuse. How did the last engagement come about? I think Amy is blaming you.

Sige was speechless.

Every time Sig refused a blind date, he moved Amy out, saying it directly, which was comparable to the most reasonable saying - "Amy is still young, and I will wait for Amy to get married."

This is obscure.

Coupled with the rumors that they had been engaged before, the outside world thought that Sig was going to marry Amy after the college course. No one dared to introduce other girls to Sig, and no one was optimistic about Amy's fiance who suddenly appeared in the middle.

Trike walked close and knew how Amy and Sig got along in daily life. It was just a child fighting and playing. He only felt that Amy was dragged down by Sig, and Sig also delayed himself.

When Cui Ke was 28 years old, he already had three children. Sige was 28 years old and did not have a suitable marriage partner.

"Uncle Cui Ke, please go back." Sig opened his mouth to see the guests off, and it was less than ten minutes before Trike entered the door.

More than a dozen other witch hunters who followed looked at each other.

They all saw that the witch was going to the location of the villa.

It's absolutely impossible to make a mistake.

At this time, Margaret brought hot tea. Tri Ke grimaced and took a sip of hot tea, asking the others to leave.

Before leaving, he left a meaningful sentence: "Okay, Sige, uncle, let's go now. You are the best witch hunter in our family. Pay more attention to yourself."

After Trick left, Margaret asked tremblingly, "Master Sig, is there really a witch at home?"

Sige raised his eyes and looked upstairs: "I'll go up and have a look."

Amy stood in front of the window, watching the swaying fire go away, and said to Lun beside her, "It's so dangerous. Stay for one night and then leave, Lun."

"No, Amy, I'm in the opposite direction from them. It's going to be all be do."

After saying that, Lun raised his hand and drew a purple round magic seal on the window. He raised his foot and jumped into the magic seal.

When Amy looked out of the window again, the same purple Dharma seal lit up outside the flower fence in the courtyard, and Lun appeared at the Dharma seal.

Then, the magic seal lit up further away, and Lun's figure was not visible.

Amy was about to go to bed when she touched the bed when the door of the room was knocked.

She didn't respond. She heard that the door was opened by the key and someone came in.

There was an eye on her in the dark, like the gaze of a werewolf at midnight.

The familiar fragrance of ivy and the light iron smell of silver shotgun penetrated into the tip of the nose.

My palms were sweating, but I didn't dare to open my eyes.

About a few minutes or more than ten minutes later, Sig, who broke into her room, sighed and walked away.

Sig left her room.

Amy held her breath for too long, and her breathing was still slightly rapid. She shrank into the quilt and secretly calmed down.

With her understanding of Sig, she is sure that Sig must have noticed it.

She just took in a witch, or more terrible, Sig has found out that she is also a witch, so she sleeps upstairs in Sige.

Amy is clear about Sig's vigilance.

When she was a child, she ran away from home unsuccessfully because she didn't stuff a hibernating frog into Sig's quilt as usual, and she was exposed before she left home.

"Amy, you should learn how to deceive people." Sig said to her at that time, "No one is as straightforward as you."

Amy's happiness, hatred, love, fear and nervousness are all hanging on her face.

She has never learned to hide her emotions, because she doesn't need to hide them every day.

Sig can catch all emotions.

Early the next morning, Amy didn't sleep in for the first time.

She went downstairs for breakfast and heard Margaret say that Sig had gone to work in the association.

But then Margaret told Amy that Sig would be back in the afternoon. If you come together, there will also be Dr. Gaia, so that Amy is also not allowed to go out at home.

In the past, when Sig's father, Old Ferth, was here, Gaia would come to see the old man and take a look at Amy by the way.

This habit is kept as it is when it comes to Sig.

Gaia will leave medicine for the sick, while Amy will receive throat candy, mosquito spray, and eye cream to treat dark circles.

Amy didn't see Dr. Gaia for a while, so she asked Margaret:

"Is Sig sick?"

Margaret shook her head and said that she didn't know that the young master often went out to hunt witches. Maybe he was hurt somewhere.

Amy thought of the white bandage on Sig's lower abdomen and waited honestly.

I didn't make any more trouble and didn't go out to ride a horse.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, when Sig and Gaia came in together, Amy was dozing off on the sofa.

Originally, it was Amy's nap time. She didn't sleep well last night because of the intrusion of the witch hunters, and she was especially not energetic today.

Gaia put down the medicine box, looked at Amy, who was about to fall asleep, and said to Sig, "Take medicine. It's better to rest more."

Sige glanced at him and said, "It's useful to sleep. Then the doctor can lose his job."

Gaia shut her mouth.

Amy blinked and asked Gaia, "Is Sig sick?"

Gaia turned her head, covered her mouth, and whispered to her, "Well, it's almost spring, and he's more or less restless."