Paine's game

Paine's face changed. This was an unexpected situation.

"Don't worry, my daughter has no intention of taking your life."

The witch burst into laughter.

"This is like putting a brand on a domestic animal to tell other witches that the prey already has an owner. It is a harmless witchcraft mark in itself."

The witch patted Little Red Riding Hood on the shoulder and said, "My dear granddaughter, how do you think your mother will deal with this guy?"

"Mom is very concerned about how Uncle Ronald looks."

"Oh?" the witch drawled, "Why do you say that?"

"Because in the past, the people my mother brought back were all killed directly."

Little Red Riding Hood blinked.

"After mom lets those people chop firewood for a whole day, she will kill them directly."

Paine felt very lucky now. Perhaps it was because he was so handsome that Little Red Riding Hood's mother was not willing to kill him. Fortunately, she took care of him and went out to find medicinal materials to treat him.

"Did you hear that, Mr. Ronald? My daughter has never been so kind to others. What do you think she is doing?"

The witch let go of Little Red Riding Hood, walked to Paine, and lifted his chin with her hand.

Only then did Paine notice that the witch was very tall. Paine was 1.75 meters tall, but the witch was a head taller than him. Her hands showed no signs of hard work, as if they had grown up after being soaked in milk.

It was very delicate, but it felt like her chin had touched a piece of ice - her body temperature was too low.

Paine didn't know how to deal with the witch's question and her provocative movements.

"Grandma, aren't you sick? Little Red Riding Hood brought you cake and wine. Do you want to try it? Mom's cooking must be very delicious."

Little Red Riding Hood ran to the two of them carrying the basket, breaking the awkwardness.

"Oh, of course, my little cutie, I haven't enjoyed my daughter's craftsmanship for a long time." The witch let go of Pan.

"Let me see what delicious food my baby girl has brought me."

The witch snatched the basket from Little Red Riding Hood's hand and placed it on the table. The witch snapped her fingers, and countless white red candles instantly floated above their heads, rising and falling from time to time. One table was enough to accommodate ten people eating at the same time.

A long table appeared in front of him. The table was filled with gleaming silver plates and goblets made of colored glass. There was also a huge golden sea bowl in the middle, which was filled with fruits that Paine couldn't name.

"Oh, my little cutie, you brought me flowers." The witch opened the outermost layer of cloth in the basket, revealing the flowers picked by Little Red Riding Hood.

"I like it very much, thank you."

The witch pulled Little Red Riding Hood to her and gave her a rather passionate kiss - which could be seen in Little Red Riding Hood's slightly struggling movements.

Paine let go of Little Red Riding Hood, took out Little Red Riding Hood's ax from the flower and put it aside.

"But don't put the ax in the basket next time, even if you put it outside the cloth. It's very unhygienic. You can see how many flowers have been crushed."

"Grandma is so mean. Little Red Riding Hood can't carry the ax all the time."

Little Red Riding Hood was very unconvinced.

"Because soon you won't be able to use an ax anymore. How can a witch always use an ax to chop people? Once you learn the skills of a witch, you won't need this ax anymore."

The witch opened the last layer of cloth, and inside were two green cakes and a bottle of wine.

"My baby girl Cassandra's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

The witch happily took out a piece of cake and looked at it for a long time. She seemed to have made up her mind before taking a bite.

"Oh my gosh, this tastes so good! Perfect!"

The witch greedily ate all the two pieces of cake, opened the bottle of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

The witch coughed violently and covered her chest, looking very uncomfortable.

"She is indeed my daughter!" Circe coughed again and again while showing a strange smile.

"Ingenious techniques and brilliant ideas! These things are enough to poison a witch!"

"Grandma, what are you talking about?" Little Red Riding Hood frowned in confusion, "Isn't mom's cooking delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious, my little cutie, cough cough cough." Circe was still coughing.

"Are you feeling sleepy now, Little Red Riding Hood?"

"Are you sleepy? Little Red Riding Hood is not sleepy?" said Little Red Riding Hood.

"Look into my eyes and think again."

The witch's tone began to become a little strange.

"Grandma, stop shaking." Xiaohong's red eyes became a little blurry.

"Little Red Riding Hood is going to be stunned by you."

But the witch was clearly sitting upright and didn't move at all.

"Then are you a little sleepy? Poor child, you must not have slept well last night."

A feeling of lethargy came over him, and Paine felt that the scenery in front of him began to become blurry. He knew that the situation was not good, so he quickly bit his tongue. The severe pain rescued him from the feeling of lethargy, and the scenery in front of him also became blurry.

becomes clear.

At this time, Little Red Riding Hood was already lying on the table, and the witch bent down and came close to her.

"Yes, my good boy, go to sleep, grandma is watching you, it's okay."

"Grandma, mom——"

Little Red Riding Hood finally made a sound of unknown meaning and fell asleep on the table, purring sweetly.

The witch straightened up, covered her mouth with her hands, and let out a light cough.

"Ahem, okay, Mr. Ronald, you are the only one left now." The witch returned to her normal tone.

"Can you tell me how many things my daughter gave you to make you voluntarily come to die?"

"Voluntarily come to die?"