Chapter 710

At the Hundred Demon banquet, everyone watched the confrontation between the Butterfly sisters and the home witch on the main seat with gossip and curiosity.

Among the people present, except for the four from the Ten Thousand Nations, everyone else knew that the home witch's current appearance was a disguise; after all, they had all seen her "true body."

Hmm, just that punk-style little delinquent girl.

Whether it was the Hundred Demons led by Ibuki Suika who were busy at the banquet, or the Security Bureau, or the Yin-Yang Bureau or the Tenryo Commission who had greeted this outsider witch a few times, they all thought so.

The only person present with a sense of superiority was Wenwen.

The Black-Winged witch was very proud.

Heh, you people, do you only think that this young lady on the stage is wearing one layer of skin? Wrong, she is a thousand-layer cake.

Even if you peel off this skin of the cold killer Yue Jianhei, she still has the skin of a construction-worker delinquent underneath, and then the skin of the clown Grand Inquisitor, and then the skin of the young lady of the Witch Academy.

Hmm, that young lady is the true body.

Wenwen remembered that image of her wearing braids and large black-rimmed glasses, which looked very unremarkable at first glance.

That is the true face of the young lady.

The Black-Winged witch had a kind of happiness that everyone else was drunk while she alone was sober; she blinked her eyes and habitually prepared to record the scene that was about to happen.

In that case, after she went back, she could write a report like "Scum Young Lady Kills Wife in Public, Then Uses Disguise to Toy with New Lover on Eastern Island."

Hmm, this title will definitely be a hit.

Although the three Oiran banquets that were supposed to be held could not be fully completed due to various accidents, it didn't matter; she had already found a good person to entrust her life to.

Regarding this, Wenwen could not help but curl her lips; she only discovered this point when she was organizing the previous manuscript materials recently. She did not know what kind of shielding magic the young lady had used; it was actually impossible to photograph. Except for those magic movie materials, everything else was pixelated no matter how she took it.

However—

"Heh, my naive young lady, how many years do you think my family has been in the news business? Can a mere pixelation stump me?"

The Black-Winged witch's mouth curled up slightly.

Even without using the family's Mirror-Flower-Water-Moon illusion secret technique to complete this pixelated picture, she had recently refined the Four Great Evil Arts of the witch, okay? Take my move: PS cutout technique.

Although this kind of retouching technique is easy to see flaws in when sent out, and people will suspect whether it is special effects or fake news or something.

But is this important?

Does anyone believe real news sent with her reputation?

No way, no way, does anyone really take the news I send seriously?

Regarding this point, Wenwen still had self-awareness.

Laughing to death, a qualified news person does not care about the truth of the news at all; they only care about whether the news can be popular and whether it has topics. Anyway, the traffic is full, and the fun is made, then the goal has been achieved.

Hmm, the people of their Holmes family are such fun-seekers; after all, they are descendants of the Sage of Lies.

It is just that—

Just under the gaze of everyone with different moods, the home witch's hand on the high platform slowly brushed over her face, and then she revealed her true face.

At this moment, the entire banquet hall went quiet instantly; everyone stared blankly at the beauty on the high platform, their eyes wide open, unable to move their gaze away.

Some people were already drinking and eating, but now their open mouths had forgotten to close; the wine flowed down the corners of their mouths, and they had forgotten to chew the delicious food in their mouths.

Now, even the best wine and the most delicious food could not move them; after all, in front of that beauty that was hard to describe in words, who still needed to eat and drink?

Hmm, just being able to look at this beauty, their life was already worth it.

It is a pity that this wonderful feeling was short-lived, because the beauty on the stage reached out and slowly tied her long hair, which was darker and deeper than the night sky, into braids, then let down her long bangs, and took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from her pocket and put them on.

Just like that, the beauty with the appearance of a god disappeared, leaving only a somewhat rustic-looking country girl in place.

Dorothy, who had restored her factory skin, also breathed a sigh of relief; she had worn this mask for too long, and she was really a bit embarrassed to show her true self occasionally; it felt weirdly shameful.

Actually, she was also thinking just now whether she should really show her face; perhaps she could just unravel one layer of disguise to fool them, but in the end, she chose to treat people with sincerity.

After all, this Eastern Island would be her witch territory in the future; she hoped to gradually build this witch territory into a big family where everyone was family, so it was naturally better to be more honest between family members.

Besides, she was not really ugly enough to be unable to see people; I am the most beautiful in the world, okay?

Hmm, in short, having seen my true face, you are my new family from now on.

The home witch thought so in her heart.

Her true face was only for her own family to see, okay? For example, Long Ma and Sophie Liya before, as well as the sisters of the Witch's House who had soaked in the hot spring together, and Miss Moon Rabbit.

It is a pity that she really wanted to be family with everyone, but if she were more honest for a few more seconds, maybe everyone would not want to be just ordinary family with her.

Watching the pupils of the people under the stage almost turn into heart shapes, the home witch had to regretfully seal her beauty again, and then put on her favorite unremarkable girl skin.

"Hmm, I look like this. Are you satisfied now? If you're not satisfied, I can't help it; after all, you're still young, and underage witches shouldn't look for too long."

Dorothy said this to Butterfly Ying, who had forgotten to be angry.

Her beauty was still too stimulating for this kind of little witch whose worldview had not yet stabilized; looking for a few more times might really delay her life.

Sigh, my damn, nowhere-to-put charm.

And the people under the stage only gradually came back to their senses after a long time; they felt as if they had just had a wonderful dream that they wanted to sink into forever, and now even if the dream was over, they were very reluctant and did not want to wake up at all.

Until a sun rose from behind the home witch on the high platform, and immeasurable Buddha light covered the whole scene; in the faint sandalwood fragrance, the confused hearts of the crowd were washed by Buddhist law, and only then did they gradually wake up.

Butterfly Ying's face suddenly flushed red; the little witch, who was still puffed up with anger, suddenly felt a bit embarrassed to look at the Battousai sister on the stage again; she shyly hid behind her sister, truly becoming her sister's shadow, but she couldn't help but want to poke her head out and steal another look at the benefactor sister who had become unremarkable.

Butterfly Zhen woke up faster; the doctor lady was not as shy as her sister; she looked at the benefactor on the stage generously, and there was undisguised admiration and reverence in her eyes.

Although she had always looked at her benefactor with this kind of gaze before.

Laughing to death, even if the SAN value check fails greatly, you cannot make someone who is already a fanatic become a fanatic again; this faith value was already full and capped, okay?

For the doctor lady, the benefactor's beauty was just an unexpected joy; she had always revered the benefactor's soul and faith, and now it was just that she liked it even more.

As for Yagyu Jubei on the side, well, the great swordsman lady was drinking wildly with her head down.

Sigh, so why did I pay back the money before? Wouldn't it be better to pay with my body?

Regret, really regret; should I go borrow some more?

And beside her, Battousai Kenshin also had a confused look in her eyes; she looked blankly at the sword in her hand, and then looked at the beauty on the stage, her eyes a bit confused, and also thoughtful.

Could this unprecedented palpitation in my heart be the feeling of a sword with feelings?

The Sword Saint lady thought so in her heart.

She originally thought that she had reached the extreme of feelings for the sword in this life, and only loved the sword in her hand, but now she found that she seemed to have had a mental affair.

And on the other side, the undercover group of the Security Bureau, the Yin-Yang Bureau, and the Tenryo Commission also looked at each other at this time, each seeing the restless heart in the other's eyes.

However, all three parties were people with great ambitions, and they quickly tidied up their moods, but they could not help but feel a bit self-deprecating.

They were also people who had seen the world; after all, they had all acted under the Nine-Tailed Fox Tamamo-no-Mae, and they thought that after being baptized by that vixen, they had long since seen through beauty.

They had also seen how Tamamo-no-Mae toyed with those nobles who were confused by her; at that time, everyone had mocked this group of nobles for being useless and despised the corruption of this group of guys who had forgotten the glory of the nobility.

But now—

We thought we were different from them; it turns out we just hadn't met the person who truly moved us.

The nobility is really myself.

Fortunately, the one acting before was Tamamo-no-Mae, not this true King of Hundred Demons; otherwise, they might have rebelled while acting as undercover agents.

Oh, no, it should be, Lady Dorothy, why did you act as a cold killer before, and why did you have to risk your life to act? If you had just taken off your disguise, this Eastern Island would have been peacefully unified long ago; everyone would be good comrades of the "I want to be Lady Dorothy's dog" sect.

Directly idol-founding the country, fan-circle governing the country, okay?

Hmm, this is very Eastern.

And Ibuki Suika and other Hundred Demons, who were the organizers of the banquet, were very excited at this time; they were die-hard fans of Lord Nurarihyon, and now they were even more willing to die for her.

If Dorothy started the Hundred Demon Night Parade at this time and used the power of the Lord of Monsters and Demons of Nurarihyon to borrow power again, she would discover what true Oni King power was.

As for Sister Wenwen, who was full of superiority at the beginning...

"Woo woo woo, I'm so stupid, really; I'm a person of the Holmes family, self-proclaimed messenger of lies, how could I naively think that there was no mask under the young lady's mask?"

The Black-Winged witch was very hurt; she, who played with deceiving people every day, was finally played by someone.

But can she be blamed for this? Obviously not.

Even if the Holmes ancestor ran over, she probably wouldn't have thought that the disguise on a freshman of the Witch Academy was so unfathomable, okay?

It can only be said that ignorance limited her imagination; she originally thought that being excellent to the level of the young lady was already outrageous, and such a talented person did not need the embellishment of appearance, but who could have thought that her face was even more seductive than her talent?

Of course, this was not the main reason why Wenwen was so hurt; the most important thing was that she sadly discovered that her shadow-recording technique still did not record the young lady's true face before.

However, this time, she really had no way to use means to offset that pixelation.

Damn it, whether it is the illusion of Mirror-Flower-Water-Moon or the PS technique of the witch, it is difficult to restore one ten-thousandth of the young lady's beauty; she missed a hundred million.

Really, as long as she could truly record the young lady's beauty, the headline of the Witch Daily would be permanently locked; witches all over the world, no, it should be the entire Western Universe would sink into this unspeakable beauty and be unable to extricate themselves.

What big news, what big traffic.

Sigh, there was a gold mountain in front of me, but I couldn't catch it, and I regretted it until I lost it.

Fun-seeker, big failure.

Oh, no, it seems I became the fun; this also seems not bad, quite fun to play.

"Hmph, I don't believe in evil; after this, I, Wenwen, will be at odds with you, young lady; I don't believe I can't photograph you?"

The Black-Winged witch felt that she had found a goal worth fighting for all her life.

As long as she could break the young lady's pixelation technique, then the permanent headline would still be hers, Wenwen's.

In short, the people under the stage had their own thoughts.

And the person on the stage sighed silently.

"Sigh, sin, this is all the fault of my beauty."

Dorothy looked at the people under the stage; although their loyalty exploded instantly, they always felt that there was some strange reaction, and she knew that this group of family members might not be pure from now on, and she felt very heartbroken about this.

I treated you as family, how can you all want to sleep with me? Shouldn't there be sisterly affection between family members? Has your family affection turned sour?

"You can just stop it, stop selling good while getting cheap."

Above her head, the hat senior sister complained sourly.

Damn it, this setting where you can get full loyalty just by brushing your face is really convenient; she, the future fourth king, doesn't have such an overbearing power.

"Hmph, Qian Bao, if you wave like this, you will play off sooner or later; be careful of being caught and locked in the basement."

The Evil God witch waved her tentacles and cast a curse of jealousy.

"That won't happen; isn't there you, senior sister? You will protect me, won't you?"

Dorothy smiled and pinched the cute little tentacles of the hat senior sister, and then blinked her eyes; her beautiful eyes, like crescent springs, carried intoxicating smiles, and she said this.

Fanny senior sister: "..."

The Evil God witch looked at her own master who looked like "I'll just rely on you, senior sister, to protect me"; although she knew this was Qian Bao's teasing, but—

Woo woo woo, who can withstand this?

The black hat suddenly turned into a red hat, and even steamed.

Damn Qian Bao, you are looking for your own death; when my true body comes out in fifty years, whether it is the magic thought destroying the world or the divine thought saving the world, anyway, you will definitely be locked in the basement by me.

Hmph... beauties only deserve to be owned by the strong.

"Alright, let's get back to the point; everyone, inviting you to the banquet this time is to say goodbye, but before parting, I have one last gift to give you."

Dorothy finally got to the point.

She gathered everyone here not really to perform a beauty trap; nowadays, the dragon vein favorers of Eastern Island are all here, so the Great Barrier of Gensokyo can be established.

Home witch giving gifts...

Damn Qian Bao, hurry up and go to the basement to reflect.

(End of chapter)