Forgive Us, My Dear Sister (The Miraculous Simone Gray)

Chapter 428 Isn’t It Your Own Fault?

After dealing with the warlock, Simone frowned at the pile of insects on the ground. She was about to daw some talismans to eliminate these harmful creatures. But then she felt the little snake crawling onto her vrist again.

it rubbed against her hand, it turned its head and looked at the insects on the ground with longing.

Simone understood the snake’s desire and pointed to the insects on the ground, saying, “Do you want them:

After the little snake finished eating the centipede, it gained some memories from its prey. Being highly intelligent, it understood Simone’s words. It immediately rubbed against Simone’s hand, indicating that it wanted the insects.

Simone ki

So, it didn’t n

Before, it wo

the hadn’t finished digesting the energy stone and centipede it had een earlier. the insects to eat. She didn’t know how this little creature had learn

this tactic.

simply hold the centipede in its mouth and run instead of wrapping its boly around it. Simone spoiled her “baby”

She said to the warlock. “Put all these creatures on the ground into your insect bag.”

The warlock had actually wanted to do this a long time ago. After all, he had spent more than thirty ye raising these insects. But he hadn’t dared to do it before, afraid that Simone would notice and destroy us little treasures. Now, hearing Simone’s words, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately whistled.

Everyone saw the insects on the ground actively crawling into the several bags around the warlock’s waist. Just as the insects were all inside, the warlock was about to seal them using his own method.

But Simone was one step ahead and reached out to take the bag. She tied the bags tightly and sk talismans that she had prepared earlier on top of them. These were her “baby’s” food, and she couldn’t let them escape.

Seeing Simone’s actions, the warlock was completely dumbfounded. He couldn’t help but anxiously ask, “What are you doing?”

“Taking the spoils of war.” She narrowed her eyes and

in his chest and almost spewed out a mouthful of blood. It turned out that this brat wanted to confiscate his insects. And he obediently helped her for nothing. The key was that he didn’t care to provoke

she and his master were of the same type. They did things on a whim. He felt

he really suffered a big loss. Not only was he injured and captured, but even his carefully raised little creatures were taken away. As long as he could get out

grow by just feeding them well; it also required energy

the little Te atues. After all, without his bloodline and special methods, Simone couldn’t control these worms. She would play with them for a while and then probably toss them aside because she found

imagine that his little creatures were

expression of an old man changed, and he experienced a backlash. The centipede he raised had died. Because it was nurtured with his blood, the death of the centipede made him feel

was extremely ugly. Who the hell did this? If his worms died, did that mean his disciple was also killed? Although this disciple

disciple and others were unaware of this. The reason for keeping it a secret was also be ause he was afraid that

would be an of

His eyes turn

first called his ple.

anyone dared to kill his son, he would make

from Wocron, and the signal was poor on this mountain, so he couldn’t get ugh. The gi

he

told him that his disciple had gone to the Spirit Peak to find Simone. If something happened, it was most likely Simone’s

to deal with a geomancer, and

party to help investigate his disciple’s whereabouts. But he didn’t comp. cly trust the other party either.

person to personally go there and investigate his son’s whereabouts. If it was confirmed that his son was really killed by

other side of the mountain. Simone was pulled back

his eyes. “Simone, you’re really amazing. If it weren’t for you coming bike would all

and smiled. “Of course, my Simone is the most awesome,

eyes shining with admiration.

continue resting. Zac and the

walked to the door. Harold was

1. can I talk to

the tent

bitten by bugs earlier and asked, “I wanted to

itchy. They had applied anti-itch cream, but it didn’t help at all. They had no choice but to