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CHAPTER 283 CHAPTER 0282

The robber has no sense of restraint.

He smelled the other person's cheeks - the messy hair seemed to be just waking up, but in fact there was no peculiar smell at all, and there was even a very faint fragrance, which made people a little intoxicated.

"You have died without regret."

The sorcerer said calmly.

She looked depressed and did not resist, but stared at Ivan who was pressed on the table.

He was also calm, or numb, devoid of gratitude and anger.

The robber noticed that the female magician's clothes were thin, so he took advantage of his size to deliberately raise his gaze, and looked in condescendingly.

He saw the glimmer of jewelry.

The female magician wears a necklace on her chest, which is one of the few decorations on her whole body.

But it looks priceless, without the cheap feeling of fakes, but full of high-end luxury, simple and mysterious taste.

"Tsk tut, girl, show me that."

The robber put his arm on her shoulders.

His tone became tough, and it was obvious that he wanted to rob people and money together.

A gloomy wave swept over the butcher's restaurant.

The robber felt a little shuddering.

At this moment, his hand was still a short distance away from the female magician, but it couldn't move any more, as if it was buried in solid sand.

"Ah, woo, uh."

The weak struggle was snuffed out.

It's not just the hands that are frozen, but also people, or the surrounding space.

Ivan felt that he had lost the pressure.

He tried a little, but he broke free from the oppression, staggered and almost fell, but fortunately he caught the bandit's armor and didn't fall to his head.

He felt a little strange.

Because the armor in his hands was motionless, and even the inner lining was as hard as iron sheets, firmly frozen in the air.

Ivan saw the strong man's eyes full of fear:

His expression stayed at the last twitching moment, his cheeks slowly flushed, and his skin color changed from black to purple, as if he was going through a very slow suffocation process.

Ivan turned around.

The noisy butcher's restaurant is quiet, or the whole world has stopped moving forward.

Laughter, conspiracies and calculations.

The hundreds of faces of life are all frozen in the air.

The audience was silent.

They seemed to have no effect, or even realize what was happening.

Ivan turned around suspiciously.

He saw bloodshot eyes begin to appear in the strong man's eyes, only this man stayed between solidification and activity, tormented.

"hiss!"

Ivan shuddered.

A hand was wandering around his neck.

The female magician actually leaned over.

Her skin was as cold and wet as ice, with a strange touch, as if the other party was playing with a precious gem.

Ivan didn't move.

He seemed to become ungrateful, and remained silent until the sorcerer pointed at the robber, then closed her fist and let it go.

The robber began to gasp heavily.

He seemed to be on the verge of drowning, with tears streaming down his face, and he couldn't form any decent words, even crying.

"Look, how do you feel?"

The witch pressed her cheek against Ivan's ear.

She asked softly, with melancholy eyes, and a gentle and sad tone, as if she was talking to a dark tree hole, or trying to catch a spiritual fish in the abyss.

"I have no idea." Ivan said calmly. "Pretty normal human behaviour."

He felt the breathing next to his ear, and he became a little nervous.

Ivan swallowed his throat, and then a palm came over to feel the ups and downs of his throat. It seemed that everything he did was very interesting and worthy of careful study and comparison.

In the eyes of the witch...

Nobody is worth anything.

A mortal is just a researched individual.

Female magicians have no sense of shame, no concept of hierarchy and dignity, and don't even know the difference between good and evil.

"I... I seem to understand your thoughts."

"Will you be disappointed? My attitude towards human beings is always contrary to the concept of this world."

The witch is sitting at the bar.

She hugged him from behind.

Ivan shook his head and said, "No, I... I'm very honored, does it sound a bit humble... I, I mean..."

"Shh!"

The sorceress smiled.

She didn't know what expression to use to appease humans, so she could only force a smile.

Even though it seems out of place, it's not really an answer to the question.

Ivan was very grateful for the extremely weak laughter in his ears.

He didn't lament the strength of the female magician, or her merciless cold-bloodedness. On the contrary, this insignificant smile made Ivan feel that the other party was so gentle...

The robber seemed finally free from suffocation.

He was still unable to move, but he struggled to organize his words, tremblingly begging the female magician for mercy:

"I, I'm sorry, I want to live."

"You do not want."

She shook her head.

"You want to get it. I understand that greed is the most powerful emotion in the world. It can even overshadow fear and confusion, allowing human beings to make decisions beyond their own burdens."

Ivan felt the weight disappear behind him.

He was a little lost.

The sorceress got out of the seat, took off the crystal decoration around her neck, and very gently put the thing on the robber's head.

Although the opponent's eyelids twitched and sweat flowed horizontally, he still couldn't struggle.

His reaction seemed to say:
This expensive and mysterious ornament is even more feared than the noose of the gallows.

The robber's eyes turned white the moment he put it on.

The scenery in front of him was spinning rapidly, deafening sounds came from around, and the flashing pictures pierced through the consciousness, like countless sharp knives cutting through the flesh, and even continued to subdivide...

He saw a lot, but couldn't concentrate.

The robber couldn't find a suitable place to express his emotions at all, and he even began to forget what the definition of fear was.

The images that flashed through my mind began to slow down.

He finally saw clearly: he was dividing the loot, and was stabbed to death by his accomplices, or sent to the execution platform, or even encountered an accident in the wild...

"my future……"

The robber grumbled.

His consciousness began to blur, the picture began to disappear, and the things that didn't happen continued to decrease.

The future is drawing to a close.

Finally, it becomes blank.

The robber's eyes were blown to a pulp.

Plasma flowed out from all the holes, but the corpse still stood stiffly in place, even maintaining the posture of hooking shoulders and raising hands.

However after a few breaths.

The body began to decompose into powder, and finally scattered all over the shop, not even a drop of blood remained.

"What happened to him?" Ivan asked.

"People with narrow vision will be trapped in the cycle. Human beings are always limited. If you can't get out of fixed thinking, you can't see the most essential things."

The female magician explained calmly, staring at the necklace that fell on the ground.

Ivan was a little dazed.

He bent down to pick it up in fear, because it seemed that this kind of bending action should not be handed over to the other party.

Ivan swallowed, and carefully put the things on her.

The female magician still had a gloomy expression, but she nodded and said, "You can ask me a question."

"I... what's your name?"

Ivan seemed tense and looking forward to it.

"Is that enough?" said the sorcerer, "my name is..."

Roxani.

(End of this chapter)