"Bastard let me go!" Lilim kept shouting, pounding the man's arm with her little hands. But this was useless. Her hair still hurts, and she had to follow the man's hand strength and walk deep into the back street step by step.

When she failed, her former companions were still gloating and watched from the side. At this moment, they also saw something wrong and surrounded them. But when they looked at the man's hideous expression, they didn't dare to go too close, and they were just shouting a little far away.

"Hey, what are you going to do!"

"Let Lilim go!"

"We've all returned the things to you, what else do you want?"

The man dragging Lilim ignored it first, but then he was a little annoyed. He put the package on the ground, picked up a wooden stick, and hit the wall to intimidate, "Do you want to die?"

The intimidation soon had an effect. When the little boy with a clear nose pounced on him and was beaten to the ground with a stick, the other children retreated one after another.

The man threw the stick in satisfaction, looked around and saw if he could find a suitable place nearby to do such a thing. But soon he found that Lilim, who was calling the boy's name in his hand, struggled even more intensely, and resisted so much that his arm was a little hurt.

"I'm not too strong." He kicked Lilim's belly and knocked her to the ground, coughing constantly. "Be honest!" he threatened again.

However, Lilim ignored him and just looked back at the boy lying on the ground while coughing. The man was very heavy, and blood was rising out of his head. Although his eyes were open, he was empty and without focus.

"You bastard, what's wrong with him!" After feeling a little better, Lilim began to crawl towards the boy, and was immediately pulled back by the man. She kicked and beat him again and asked.

"Who knows?" The man smiled indifferently, put his face in front of Lilim, spraying a stinking smell, and laughing freely. "What other end can a little rat like you end up?"

"Let me go. I'm going to save him!"

Lilim spoke seriously, but still laughed at him. "Save him? You should care about yourself first!"

At this moment, the man looked back and saw Lilim's red hair again. He was afraid that she would slap her randomly, so he pressed his head down and dragged it over there.

After reaching the depressions of several low rooms, the man threw Lilim to the ground. He kicked and beat her. He pulled the ragged clothes apart and showed his timid and small breasts. Then the man shook his head in disappointment. "It's really a little smaller."

It can be said that the man still began to unbutton his waist and bring it.

Lilim had already gained enough awareness of what was about to happen next. She began to tremble all over, and she was very panicked, and couldn't help but think, "Do you want to use it?"

But the dream she has had these days is constantly reminding her, what will happen if she does it... Compared with that, the current situation may not be worth mentioning, right?

Just as Lilim was hesitating, the man who was walking towards her was suddenly hit by a figure. Because he was exhausted and his pants were on his calf, the man's body was hit by a hundred kilograms.

The boy stood in front of Lilim, bleeding from his head, sucking his nose, and stretched out his hand to her, "Lily, let's run!"

Before the two little hands were met, Lilim's eyes became frightened, "Run quickly." She shouted, but it was a little late. The man who got up grabbed the boy's neck and pressed it hard against the wall.

"Let him go! Get out of here!" Lilim didn't have time to hesitate, but just started screaming again.

Her words were filled with magic power. The man flew backwards like a huge rock. His head hit the wall and drooped, as if he was fainted.

"Are you okay?" Climbing to the boy, Lilim shook him, trying to help him up, "Let's run!"

The boy raised his head, but his face was full of horror. He retreated and fled from Lilim's support, and asked stutterly: "Li, Lili... are you a witch?"

"No, I'm not!" Lilim shook her head and denied it, and her fiery red hair also jumped.

But this was useless. Just when the boy couldn't help but hesitate, should he believe Lilim's words, the man behind them climbed up again. He blocked the exit of the depression and roared, "You evil witch! How dare you attack me with such a means." He laughed sternly again, "I didn't expect that I would really meet the treasure today. If you handed you to the church, you will never have to work hard in this life!"

Lilim was even more frightened. She stretched out her hand to pull the boy to run together, but he was moved by the man's words and jumped away as if he was burned by fire.

He jumped to the man's face, and before he could react, he was pushed to the ground hard, and then the man kicked him in the stomach, "Let you ruin my good deeds!"

It was like establishing authority, and as if to relieve the fear of being knocked away by Lilim, the man kicked madly until the boy burst into tears. Lilim made up his mind to come to him, "Let us go, don't look for me again!"

She said the conditions for forgiveness, but the man regarded it as a wind in his ears, "Let you go? Are you stupid? You are my golden tree!" The man gave up the kicking and came to Lilim. He reached out to catch her, and said the fate she was about to face, "When you are tied to a pillar and burned, you know that my money is not so easy to steal!"

His words once again made Lilim recall the dreams she had had in the past few days. She seemed to hear her mother crying in the flames in front of her. Her anger was completely ignited, "Get out of here!"

Her anger inspired her talent. Mana was attracted by this emotion and came to her from all directions. She kept hovering, and gradually gathered at her fingertips, and then burst out!

An orange flame appeared on Lilim's fingertips. It licked the man's sleeve, jumped happily, and spread all the way up.

The man was covered in fire. He whined bitterly and walked forward unwillingly. In the end, he wanted to catch Lilim, but he could only say softly, "You witch..." gradually lost his breath.

The flames ignited not only the man, but also all the reason of the boy on the ground. After seeing the man turned into coke in more than ten seconds, he just screamed loudly, tears mixed with his nose, and shook his hands at Lilim, "Don't come over, don't burn me! I, I saw nothing!"

Lilim wanted to jump over and kick him hard, telling him that she would not do that to her companions! But she also knew that nothing was useful now... and reason and premonition began to remind her that it was time to leave, and if she didn't leave, it would be too late...

Looking at the boy's appearance, Lilim believed that his injury would heal, so she hid her feet, turned around, and ran towards another exit in the back alley.

She kept running without looking back.

Because the sound behind her was like a whip, whipping her hard and constantly.

"I saw nothing...you, you are not a witch..."

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