Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!The sky was gloomy, with heavy rain, and visibility in the water curtain was very low.

The ground leading to the slums was bumpy and there was a lot of stagnant water on it. The young painter held the drawing board and covered it on the top of his head, jumping step by step, jumping over the puddles like a flexible rabbit and running towards the house.

He is a local and an orphan. The brick house left by his parents is not small in size, but it is very dilapidated, with poor lighting, occasional water leakage, and not much protection from wind and cold.

But he has no other shelter. In this terrible weather, how happy it is to have a home that can shelter from wind and rain.

The unbearable dimness and dampness on weekdays also seemed to become tender, as if he had discovered something, he stopped running wildly on the street.

A woman was lying in the corner of the street, the rain had wetted her khaki shirt jacket and yellow gauze skirt.

Her face was pale and bloodless, and her brown-red hair was drenched and draped, like a delicate flower that had been destroyed by the storm once, lying weakly on the ground.

The young painter took a few steps on the spot, and after tangling for a while, he picked her up and took her home.

After taking it home, he was a little embarrassed. The other party was in a coma and was still wearing drenched clothes, but he couldn't take off the clothes of a young woman.

He asked the little girl in the neighbor's house to undress her, but it didn't take long before he heard the girl scream while waiting under the eaves outside the door.

The girl ran to the door in a panic expression, saying that the woman had a long wound on her abdomen, which was covered with blood, and then went home with fear.

He had to enter the room, bite the bullet and take off the other party's clothes and bandage the wound for the other party.

Looking at the beautiful face, smooth skin and sexy legs of the unconscious woman, he couldn't help but blush for a while without a girlfriend.

But he didn't have any nasty behavior. When he took off his underwear, he closed his eyes and quickly covered it with his clothes, although the unconscious counterpart might not feel at all.

The woman did not wake up in bed. In the slum area, his house was not small, but his paintings could not be sold. Financially, he had only one bed and all the extra furniture was sold.

At night, he had to sleep on a bunk on the ground. Fortunately, it was still autumn and he did not catch a cold.

The next morning, he fed some milk to the woman, then went out, creating and selling paintings.

When he returned from buying some beans and a fresh fish, the other party was already awake.

The woman had already put on another set of clothes, a medium-length floral dress with a white shirt style on the upper body, and red and blue flowers embroidered on the skirt.

The young painter was very puzzled. There should be no women's clothes in his house.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her pale and bloodless cheeks made her look weak, but her voice was very cold: "You brought me here and helped me deal with the wound?"

"I saw that you were in a coma, so I took you back. I'm sorry, I promise, I didn't take a peek... No, I closed my eyes..." the painter said haltingly.

She seemed to smile, and drew her brown-red hair lightly: "What do you need? I can fulfill your wish."

"My wish is that someday everyone will like my paintings. I haven't introduced myself yet, I am Igor Cassina, a street painter." The young man said warmly.

"I'm sorry, maybe you should change your wish. I can't do anything about art. No one can make others fall in love with a painting suddenly.

But I can give you a sum of money, I am Claire."The woman stared at the young man with handsome face, blond curly hair and blue eyes.

"No need. I'm used to having nothing. You can rest. I will prepare lunch." Igor said indifferently.

He carried beans and fresh fish into the kitchen. After a while, he carried a bowl of fresh fish, a bowl of bean soup, and a piece of white bread to the edge of the bed.

"You don't need to be like this, I can do it myself..." Qiao's face blushed, and Claire was a little embarrassed.

Igor shook her head and put the pea soup into her lips with a spoon. For the first time, she felt the warmth of being cared for.

She lived here, and Igor's ruined house had a tenant for the first time, and he could get a lot of rent from her every month, even though he felt that the other party had paid too much.

In a flash, two months passed. He found that there were many strange things in her, but he didn't think much about it. The two got along very happily, and he often painted for her.

Until that day, the painter found a wanted warrant in front of the church of the Bright Church...

After returning home, he hesitated for a long time, looking at her who had dyed her hair black and her appearance had changed a little, and slowly said: "You are a witch, you don't allow me to go into your room to clean. It’s not convenient for me to see things. Moxue Literature Network www.moxue99.com

I should have known that every time you come back, I can smell a faint smell of blood from you. It is the smell of human blood. You may not know it. I saw some glowing runes on your arm that day."

Claire stretched out her hand, and a golden ladybug flew off the beam and stopped on her finger: "I know what happened that day. Your clumsy look is very cute."

Igor sighed: "The church's wanted order says that you killed more than a hundred people, the famous'Red Witch'. Recently, you killed those people in the Shenghua District. To be honest, I really hate that kind of wanton deprivation. The behavior of other people’s lives."

Looking down slightly, Claire's voice was very cold: "Why didn't you inform the church people, I didn't find a paladin or priest behind you.

I was almost killed by a fourth-order paladin named Michel. If you didn't bring me in that day, he would find me. Now I should be burned to ashes on the ruling pillar in front of the church."

"Yeah, I actually regret it a little bit. I don't know what to do. The 7 people in Shenghua District were killed by me to some extent.

I heard that you can draw strength from your blood, so why bother to stay close? You were weak at the beginning, but it was easy to kill me. Why not just kill me?"Igor stared at her with a complicated expression.

Claire stood up, her hair gradually dyed red, fluttered, and the skirt had no wind. Many black and red runes appeared on her arms. A round of blood rose from behind her, and countless red awns were like petals. Unfolding, bright, coquettish, unobtrusive.

"Crack...crack"

A few red psychic chains suddenly appeared in the blood moon, entwining the young painter's legs like vines, restricting his movements. His expression was surprised, but there was no fear on his face.

The skirt of "Red Witch" Claire was lightly raised, and Lianbu walked in front of Igor, stretched out his white palms and stroked his face, red lips slightly opened: "You already know my identity, although you are very Silly, didn't report me to church, but it's not too late to kill you now."

The painter stared at her dark eyes like an abyss: "I don't think your heart is bad, why would you do such a cruel thing."

Claire laughed, her smile narrowed quickly, her face turned cold: "Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to teach me?"

With drooping eyebrows, Igor suddenly reached out and hugged her, stroked her white face, and then awkwardly kissed her red lips.

Claire was surprised. She did not break free. After a long time, all the visions on her disappeared. She leaned in his arms like a weak woman and stared at his close blue eyes: "You could do that, then I was really in a coma late night, and the ladybug had no attack power."

"You will kill me afterwards."

"No, I am a traditional witch. I abide by the principle of equal value exchange. I hope you do that, so that we won't owe each other."

"I want you to go with me and we will change places."

She looked struggling, she hesitated, repeating the reincarnation of killing and being chased. After so many years, she was really tired.

Igor Cassina took out a silver-white ring from his pocket, which he bought a week ago and almost spent half of his savings.

He slowly put the ring on her left middle finger, and Claire stared at him with a pious face, tears streaming down her face.

They moved to the east of the city. The "Red Witch" disappeared and disappeared completely. Three years later, the people in the dark world thought she was dead. In the end, even the church revoked her wanted order, thinking that she died in some accident.

If that doesn't happen, there will only be a gentle and virtuous Mrs. Cassina, instead of the cruel and bloody Red Witch.

"I listened to what you said about nightmares with the mood of listening to ghost stories. After a long time, it turned out to be a love story." Ren couldn't help but complain.

John, who was narrating the content of the dream, was interrupted, his face twitched: "This is before, but the latter is terrifying."

Catherine cast a sideways glance at Rennes and asked: "You know so much, why did you cover up your words before, and why didn't you tell the church about this?"

Frowning, John's face was tired: "At first, I couldn't believe you, until you took out the key to the portrait gallery, I can't be sure that the boss has entrusted this to you.

As for why I hide it?Because I was scared, the witch knew who I was, and she lived on Billy Street!If I broke her business, would she kill me and my family?

You should be clear that she has a kind of golden ladybug that can monitor her surroundings. I'm not sure if she is staring at me. I dare not even go to the church to expose it!"

Rehn said blankly: "So, you don't care about yourself, watching others get killed?"

"You are extraordinary, aren't you? Of course you are not afraid! What about me? How can I protect myself and my family?! The other party is the Red Witch, a powerful witch who needs Michelle to deal with the Sword of Holy White! "

John looked excited, his face was full of pain, self-blame, and guilt: "I say this now because I can't hold it anymore, but if you have a little conscience, you won't be indifferent to watching others being killed!

I'm telling everything now, and I also hope that you can guarantee the safety of my family!"