Chapter 74

French culture, those who understand, understand.

Besides the traditions of the old revolutionary areas, it is famous for the word romance.

Of course, the other side of romance is also called... rotten.

The car engine turned off, Louis and the others walked into a hotel and began to check in.

At this time, Louis glanced at the side, but saw Lunca was whispering something to her mother Jenny.

Not long after, Jenny grabbed David tightly, her chest pressed tightly, and her eyes stared at the women passing by from time to time, appearing relatively vigilant, causing the people around to look at them more. David was a bit helpless.

Regarding this, Emma giggled, and Lunca glared at Emma.

But soon, they felt the characteristics of this city.

The family went to a restaurant serving French cuisine to eat, wanting to try this foreign flavor.

As a result, people kept walking in not long after.

Perhaps because Lunca, who was already a high school student, was relatively sexy and beautiful, or because it was obvious that they were foreign tourists, these young men who came in were trying to pick up and have a wonderful encounter with the foreign beauties. Of course, without exception, they were driven away by her.

Emma, who was more beautiful, was not paid attention to. Probably because although her face was beautiful, she looked a bit short, her figure was not very good, she was not very old, and David's murderous gaze was also quite deterrent.

However, what Louis didn't expect was that he, who just went to pick up a cup of fruit wine, was also picked up.

"Hey, little handsome guy? Want to have a drink?"

A mature blonde beauty stopped Louis. She was sitting on a swivel chair, her black hollow dress outlining beautiful curves, her eyes full of cynicism and special confidence, the lady's cigarette in her hand was burning, and the strong smell of smoke and perfume mixed, seemingly carrying a different kind of charm.

However, although she was quite beautiful, Louis was not interested in old aunts. If it were a beautiful aunt in her thirties, it wouldn't be impossible, but he couldn't accept forty, and fifty? Get out!

And the beauty in front of him, although well-maintained, should be close to forty, and she was not the type he liked.

So...

"No, I have something else to do."

Louis smiled, returned to the table after picking up the fruit wine, and the amulet on his chest burned slightly for a moment. Louis didn't stop his steps and left the front desk very naturally.

Fiona didn't stop him, just shook her head regretfully. Recently, her taste was a bit heavy, and she wanted to change to a younger taste to feel youth. Coincidentally, the little handsome guy in front of her was not bad, his temperament was excellent, and the most important thing was that the vitality of life was really too attractive.

And...

He seemed to have some special ability. She couldn't read his mind, which made it even more interesting. Don't know if he believes in religion or has a connection with hell.

Unfortunately, the other party was unwilling.

She didn't want to force it either. How boring that would be.

Forget it, let's look for another one.

At this time.

A girl of fifteen or sixteen broke in, looked around, and walked toward Fiona aggressively.

"Cordelia?"

"Why are you missing again? Can't you just stay at home properly? Do you know how I found you?"

"I just asked the neighbors, and they knew you must be around here, here, here, so..."

The little girl Cordelia seemed to want to say it was dirty here, but stopped again.

"Please, Mom, can we go home?"

"No, no, no, little girl, it's very good here. Besides, can I ask you to go out? Not eating and staying here to disturb a lady is a very impolite behavior." A well-dressed gentleman man brought a burly man over, blocked Cordelia, and the burly man pushed Cordelia, wanting to drive her out.

And the gentleman man looked at Fiona. Although he tried his best to pretend to be a gentleman, his eyes were still staring at Fiona's chest, and his desire was hard to hide.

In the past, Fiona wouldn't mind playing with him, but today she had no heavy appetite, and...

Her eyes flashed.

An inexplicable power flashed.

The burly man who was still driving Cordelia away suddenly had his arm bent, revealing white bone fragments, and the gentleman man in front of him even made two bangs.

His eyeballs actually burst, dripping with blood.

For a time, the whole restaurant echoed with their screams.

Just as someone noticed this side and looked over, Fiona waved her palm, and everyone turned their heads back in unison, manipulated wantonly like dummies, as if nothing had happened.

The only exception...

Fiona stood up amidst the screams, walked to her daughter Cordelia with enchanting steps.

Clap!

Directly slapped her, "You are the weak one, why do you think you can limit my freedom? Even if you are my daughter, it won't work."

Cordelia covered her face, not daring to speak, tears swirling in her eye sockets, but they never fell.

"Remember, don't forget, let's go."

After saying that, she blew a smoke ring and left the restaurant with Cordelia, her steps flamboyant and wanton.

After they left, until new guests came in and screamed, and called the emergency number, the eerie calm in the restaurant was broken.

In the corner.

Feeling the amulet blocking the other party's mind-reading, Louis, who already knew the abnormality, breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, Supreme Witch Fiona.

New Orleans, daughter named Cordelia, and that consciousness control, telekinesis...

Associating with the American Horror Story witch coven that already existed in the witch notebook of Emilia back then.

The probability that the woman in front of him is the Supreme Witch Fiona is as high as eighty percent.

This old witch is not easy to mess with. She is powerful, ruthless, and can almost be considered the strongest in direct combat among the generations of Supreme Witches.

Facing her now, he basically had no ability to resist. At that time, maybe he could only surrender. In fact, she is still barely young now, so it's not ugly...

Fortunately, she still observes some secular morality now.

Consider himself lucky.

Eh? Luck?

It seems the Transferring Misfortune Art is somewhat useful.

Louis pondered for a moment and returned to the hotel with David and the others.

For the next few days, Louis didn't leave the hotel, practicing wholeheartedly, increasing the internal Qi in his body, practicing various techniques, and striving to become stronger.

And Emma also stayed with him boredly, "This place is not fun at all, it's a mess, there's nothing exciting. Those haunted houses are not scary at all, they are all men and women going in to flirt, disgusting."

"Lunca is comfortable, bought a lot of things, all kinds of cosmetics, damn it, I want to buy too, but David won't give me money, saying I'm still young. Isn't Lunca only two or three years older than me..."

"But she is often harassed, looking at her, she seems to be annoyed to death, haha."

Emma was chattering beside him, while holding a knife to force it on the neck of a white mouse, seemingly doing an experiment on whether the white mouse knows this is a sharp weapon and has a sense of danger.

Louis opened his eyes and glanced at her.

Emma closed her mouth instantly, looked at him dissatisfied, cut the white mouse's throat with one knife, and ran outside to find a trash can.

But not long after, she came back again and even helped bring a cup of hot water.

Well, it seems the correction effect is really good.

(End of chapter)