Chapter 11 You have really grown up.

The sound of horses' hooves resounded through the night. When passing through a potholed street, the carriage bumped violently a few times, and then returned to stability.

Amy held the bag of bread in her arms and asked lightly, "What's wrong with me? Am I a witch?"

Sige's face changed, and his eyes lit up in the dark.

"Don't change the topic, Amy. You refuse to eat bread that is a little harder since you were a child. You don't like to eat it even if it's freshly made. So - my petty Miss Amy, when did you have the habit of squatting on the roadside to buy temporary hard bread?"

Amy opened her mouth and didn't say a word. She looked down at the piece of rye toast buried in the depths.

She really doesn't like to eat this stuff.

Many years ago, the nutritionist at home said that Amy had a bad stomach because she ate too finely, and added bread and biscuits made of rye to Amy's diet.

Amy really couldn't eat it, so Sig asked someone to soak it with milk, add some maple sugar, and then give it to Amy.

Until Amy was a little older and her health was completely better, she didn't have to eat rye to torture her.

"Change your taste once in a while." Amy forced out a few words.

"I think you want to live in another place," Sig said coldly. "You can go back to Lancashire with me early tomorrow morning."

Originally, Amy also asked for a few days off in the college and planned to stay for an extra week. Sig also agreed.

Suddenly, the trip in Manchester was shortened to one day.

Naturally, she is unhappy.

In the second half of the journey, Amy didn't say a word to Seiger.

The carriage stopped, and Sigra opened the door and got out of the car first. He stood on one side and wanted to help Amy get out of the car as usual.

Amy threw the bag of bread in her hand into Sig's arms and refused his arm. She jumped out of the car and went home.

Sig had to follow her, told her to slow down, and turned on the magic stone sightlight to show her the way.

Amy staggered to the yard door and took out the key to unlock it.

The door lock has been around for some years, perhaps because of the rust. I turned it a few times and couldn't turn it.

"Give it to me, Amy." Sige said.

Amy threw the key over, turned away, and continued to be angry.

Sig took the key and screwed it a few times, but it still didn't open.

The two people were locked outside the door and stared at the black-holed house inside in a daze.

"Such a powerful Sig can't open a door." Amy sneered secretly.

"Well, such a powerful Amy can only stand with such a powerful Sig for a night." Sig leaned against the iron gate with his arms in his arms.

The two looked at each other in the cold wind.

"Tell me, Amy, did you meet your witch classmate when you ran out tonight?"

Seager has always been sharp and one step away from the truth.

"I want to know how they are doing." Amy said.

"Oh, they, it sounds like more than one... Is that okay? Did you see it?" Sig asked her.

Not good, very bad.

Amy thought of the high-hanging red moon.

The strong witch took the lives of others and was chased to death. The witch who hides her identity will give everything, and her life will also be taken.

Two different choices point to one result in the dark.

Witch, damn witch.

"They killed people because someone killed them. That's what I see, Sig."

After a pause, Amy said, "I haven't been persecuted, and I won't be eager for revenge."

"From the theory of revenge, this... Wait," Sig's eyes became strange and asked, "Where did you see that sentence just now?"

Amy was suddenly awakened by the cold wind.

She was dizzy just now, but she couldn't swallow what she said.

Amy saw it from a relatively open novel. The hardcover version also has small illustrations, which is widely circulated among female classmates.

There are serious words, but there are more unscrupulous words. For example, a wife in it can worry about her husband while...

Amy pretended to be stupid: "Which sentence? All my exquisite language... I learned it from my dear grammar teacher.

"Amy, your dear grammar teacher won't recommend this kind of book to you. You have really grown up and bold. How dare you read this kind of thing except running to meet your witch classmates in the middle of the night?"

Seag's tone made Amy unhappy.

"This kind of thing... You, don't you watch it too?!" Amy was annoyed and fought back on the spot, "How do you know without looking at you? Sig."

"I--" Sig was speechless.

He just flipped through a book casually at Gaia's house and was impressed by the part he saw.

"How can you look at this kind of thing, Sig? You disappoint me so much." Amy covered her heart with pain, "Does your dear grammar teacher know? Have you had a deep discussion with him?"

Amy was like a lively fish that had just been rescued, bouncing hard and attacking the hardwood boat under her wholeheartedly.

Sig covered the corners of his forehead, picked up the key, changed one direction, and turned it a few times.

The broken iron door just now was opened.

The lock is good, but the key is inserted back.

He was going to chat with Amy, but he didn't say a few words, and he was so angry.

"Go home, Amy." Sig walked in quickly.

Amy followed him and chattered endlessly: "Sige, you have learned to deceive people, Sige. You are really big and promising, hey--"

Excited Amy stepped on a broken branch, staggered a few steps, and almost fell down.

Sig came back with a calm face, turned on the magic stone sylight, and showed her the way.

Amy continued to move forward in a daze.

The door was pushed open, and Joan, who was being coerced by Amy, was still giving air to Amy.

Joan opened her mouth wide in surprise, and there was enough to stuff an egg in it.

Amy's smile suddenly disappeared.

Sig glanced and saw through the little tricks of the two.

Now I can't stop my blood, and I'm going to be angry.

"I'll go back to Lancashire tomorrow. As for--" Sieg glanced at Amy, "Your accomplice will stay in Manchester."

Seag changed his mind and refused to let Amy take Joan away.

If Joan can't stay by her side, how can she guarantee that she won't reveal that she is a witch?

Amy was scared to death and tossed and turned all night.

The next day, early in the morning.

There was a bang of gunfire, followed by a series of crisp applause.

In the garden, Sieg is practicing his gun.

He always gets up early, and Amy also gets up early today.

Every time he fights, Amy will sincerely applaud his superb shooting skills.

Sig put down the gun, stood in front of him, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Amy, if you have something to say, just say it."

"I can't live without Joan."

Sige snorted and looked at her funny: "I don't know. I thought Joan was your fiance."

Ha ha, Amy sneered from the bottom of her heart. Joan is much more important than her fiance.

Joan, it's her life.

"Our good sisters are like this, we can't be separated, Xi-Ge-" Amy dragged the ending.

"She dares to help you escape in the middle of the night. It's already tolerant for me to let her stay in Manchester. It's really as you want to bring her back to Lancashire. I think, Ai-Mi-you're going to heaven." Sig raised the gun in his hand again, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

After a bang, Amy despaired.

She is not far from death, and she is really going to heaven.