Chapter 157: Full of energy, take Wednesday home with you
In the hall, except for Rango and Teddy, all the witches in the academy looked solemn and sat around the edge of the sofa. Their eyes involuntarily wandered to a certain office upstairs. There was an air of uneasiness in the air.
I don’t know when the originally soft and flowing jazz music had been replaced by passionate rock music, and its sound waves passed through the door and echoed in everyone’s ears.
"I'monthehighwaytohell~~"
"highwaytohell~~"
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Zoe looked around, and the expressions of the senior witches were getting heavier and heavier. She finally couldn't hold it back, "Fiona..."
"Shut up!"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the cold gaze of the red-haired witch: "Forget this person, her name is not allowed to be mentioned again!"
After being shouted at inexplicably, Zoe was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Principal Cordelia for help.
However, Fiona's biological daughter huddled in the corner of the sofa as silently as a stone statue since she entered the house. She did not participate in any conversation, and did not even follow Lango and others upstairs for a confrontation. She just drank a glass of strong dragon tongue silently. Lan, then immersed in mourning alone.
Zoe and Queenie looked at each other, and they all saw doubts and worries in each other's eyes.
Although they don't understand what happened, looking at this posture, their supreme witch may have really made a big mistake. Even the witch association and the principal are powerless and can only watch.
Then she glanced at Emma and Wednesday, who were sitting together and whispering together. Emma, who had disappeared for a whole week, was now much thinner than before. Her originally rosy face was also a little unhealthy pale, and she was wearing a coat. Wearing a men's jacket, she always had a smile on her face. It was obvious that she was in a very good mood.
It was in stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere around it.
Bang--
A hurried sound of opening the door broke the silence. Everyone was shocked and sat upright. Except for the two little ones who were still chatting as if nothing had happened, the others quietly glanced at the stairs with fear.
I saw Lange walking down the stairs with a happy face. His solid-color shirt was stained red with blood, and even his face was covered with blood stains. The teddy bear behind him was not spared either, with shocking red stains on his hair. Dragging a black bag dripping with blood, the scene was horrifying.
"highwaytohell~~"
Lango was holding a cigarette butt in his mouth and humming AC/DC classics. Seeing the nervous expressions of everyone in the hall, he grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Why soserious?"
"Don't be so nervous"
He walked forward slowly, first patted Emma's head gently, then looked around at the witches, shrugged and said: "I'm not an unreasonable person. Now that Emma has been resurrected and the culprit is dead, this That’s the end of it.”
As soon as these words came out, the members of the association headed by the red-haired witch breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long ago, the boy opposite had a fight-or-die attitude. If it were anyone else, they would have regarded it as a joke, but Lange was not only powerful, but also had official organizations as backers, even the Witches Association. I'm afraid that if I really offend him, half of my men will die here.
Cordelia in the corner trembled involuntarily when she heard him say that the culprit was dead. In fact, after learning from Emma and Madison that it was Fiona who had done it, she had already guessed the ending. But at this moment, sadness is still coming like a tide, and it is difficult to control myself.
But no one paid attention to her at this time. Teddy even dragged the bloody black bag in front of her, panting: "Here is your mother's body chopped into more than a dozen pieces. You Take it out and bury it.”
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Cordelia took the heavy bag with trembling hands. Although she was mentally prepared, she did not have the courage to open the mouth of the bag and take a look. Thinking that her mother was so miserable even in death, she raised her head angrily, her eyes red: "Isn't it enough for you to kill her? Why do you still torture her body?"
Teddy spread his hands innocently and said: "We don't want to either, but doesn't she know how to bring the dead back to life? What if she comes back to life if she doesn't dismember her body?"
Cordelia glared at Teddy with hatred in her eyes, then picked up the bag and hobbled to prepare for her mother's final rites.
At this moment, the red-haired witch who had a long-standing quarrel with Fiona coldly suggested: "Why not cremate her? If she is burned to ashes, she will never be resurrected."
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With the old witch's advice, Cordelia was naturally unable to bury her mother smoothly. A group of people immediately got busy in the backyard, setting up a wooden frame and preparing to cremate Fiona and Madison together.
While they were busy, Rango and Teddy found a random bedroom and thoroughly cleaned the blood on their bodies.
Blood and water intertwined, dyeing the bathroom floor a light pink. Lango sighed softly, feeling a little dissatisfied with the way he fought.
Of course, he didn't mind blood. When he was in Africa, he had seen even bloodier things with his own eyes, but he just felt that with his current status, he had to get up close and shake his fist every time he fought, which was a bit too low.
He was still thinking about the golden altar of faith he brought back from the mysterious island. He originally planned to process it into bullets, but after consulting Amos, the old man seemed to have a different view.
After bathing, Lange raised his hand to take a towel to wipe himself, but unexpectedly found that the towel hanging was a pink patterned towel. At first glance, he knew it was for a little girl. His hands froze in mid-air, and then his eyes shifted subtly.
Below, Teddy rinsed the dirt and quickly dried his body. In a short time, all the water stains on his body were wiped away.
Just as he was about to go out, a hand suddenly fell from the sky and grabbed his head.
A burst of fussing and wailing followed:
"What are you doing?"
"Do me a favor."
"Walter?! NO! Stop! Tap, tap, wait, don't rub me down there!!!"
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Not long after, Lango sat on the bed in high spirits, wrapped in a bath towel, hearing Teddy's complaints coming from the bathroom. He smiled and then looked at his wrist.
It is worth mentioning that the evil spirit with the ax is indeed quite powerful. However, in the face of the blue fist that can cause tons of damage to extraordinary creatures, although it took some effort, he was still able to dismantle this guy into pieces. , turned into system nutrients.
The system progress, which was already close to the mark, is finally full again!
In Lange's palm, four totems shone brightly - a dagger, a ghost, a stone and a cat that replaced Toothless.
cat?
Lange couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and muttered to himself, did he regard himself as an animal caretaker? First came the bear, then the dragon, and now there is a cat pattern.
Various images related to cats flashed through his mind: The Lion King? No, wouldn't it be more convenient to just draw a lion?
Booth? But I heard Clary say that there is already a Puss in Boots in Europe.
Garfield? This doesn't help his strength either.
Could it be Tom? !
Rango was shocked. If it was really Tom, wouldn't he have made it this time?
But according to the urine properties of the system, it should be impossible to give him such an awesome summon, just like drawing Toothless. Before, he had always thought that the winged lizard pattern was a reference to Deathwing or Smaug.
Wait
At this moment, a thought flashed through Lango's mind like lightning, and a silvery smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, a graceful figure wearing a tight black leather jacket and cat ears appeared in his mind.
Hehe, it’s not bad if it’s Catwoman
Just when he was immersed in fantasy, Emma suddenly ran over from the door and threw herself into his arms as lightly as a deer.
After being teased by her uncle, Emma has now put on her old school skirt, and all the smoky makeup on her face has been washed away.
Lange stroked her hair gently and said earnestly: "Don't dress up randomly in the future. Children have to look like children, you know."
"Yes." Emma nodded obediently and lay on his naked chest for a long time, unwilling to get up.
Sensing something was wrong, Lange picked up Emma and put it aside. After he was fully dressed, he said to her seriously: "You go back to the room to sort out your things. We will set off home in a while."
"Go home?" Emma asked in confusion: "Aren't you going to study at the Witch College?"
Lange shook his head slightly, "I killed their supreme witch in front of so many people. Although the old guys below didn't say anything, they all had strong opinions on me."
"Go back. Anyway, these seven formations have other abilities besides resurrecting the dead. Besides, your uncle and I know a place where there are many dark wizards more powerful than Fiona imprisoned in the prison. When the time comes, you If you want to learn, I will take you over and stay with you."
Emma nodded happily when she heard that she could stay with Lango, and then hugged him tightly.
Lange felt her closeness, but there was something strange in his heart. He always felt that this girl was different from before, and she seemed to be much closer to him.
Emma looked up at Lango, her eyes flashing with anticipation: "Then can you go home with me for a few days on Wednesday?"
"Wednesday?"
Lange asked curiously: "Do you have a good relationship with her?"
"Yeah, when I was chatting with her down below, I said I wanted to go home for a few days, and she said she also wanted to go back with me. It's boring to stay here." Emma nodded and explained.
Thinking of the little girl who had asked to help him threaten the Witch Association, Lango shrugged and agreed without hesitation.
When Emma heard this, she happily let go of him and ran to tell Wednesday the good news.
Lange looked at her cheerful back and couldn't help but touch his chin. He was different. Not only had he made friends, but he was also bouncing when he walked. He was no longer the little adult pretending to be mature.
(End of chapter)