There was another apparation, and Miranda put her arm around Hoffa's shoulders and appeared in the teleportation array on the top of the mountain. She stepped into the teleportation array, and the green fire engulfed her in the blink of an eye.

She appeared in the cold and damp underground of England with the unconscious Hoffa. The water rumbled from the pipe into the lagoon. She coldly grabbed Hoffa's waist and walked out of the teleportation array.

The surrounding wizards who were responsible for recording the goods saw Miranda walking out of the flames carrying a half-dead guy. They all stepped forward and asked all at once: "Miranda, how is the matter handled?"

"Miranda, what happened?"

"Ms. Gorshak, how should the price be determined?"

...

"Everyone be quiet!"

Miranda had just finished getting angry, but her momentum was still fierce. As soon as she spoke, others fell silent.

Then she pushed up her round-rimmed glasses and lifted up Hoffa, who was rubbing down: "I have solved the sleepwalker and raised the price of green cocoa by two levels. Then, you will bring back fifty people from the Defense Department.

, go to Peru and send two psychiatrists there, there may be some trouble there."

"Yes!" The wizards who received the instructions began to operate in an orderly manner.

After the people were almost gone, Miranda stopped another witch, took out the parchment from her pocket, and said to her: "Alice, you go to Professor Dumbledore to report it. I'm quite busy these days. Please ask someone."

Fake, you will be responsible for market coordination for the time being."

The witch nodded, took the parchment, then looked at Hoffa in Miranda's hand, pointed at him and said worriedly: "What's wrong with Bach? Is... is he drunk?"

Miranda shook her head, "I was drugged by those crazy natives, but I won't die. You can go about your business."

The witch breathed a sigh of relief, put the list in her arms, and apparated away.

After finishing the work, Miranda rubbed her temples and her expression softened. She grabbed Hoffa's palm, put it on his body, and said softly: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Hoffa was still in a deep hallucination. He could still see the dancing girl and the silver hair dangling. He could barely hear the sound of water, the rich moisture and the soft body around him, but

Don't know the specific location.

When he heard someone talking in his ear, he thought it was Aglaia, and instinctively stretched out his arms to hug her, kiss her or something like that.

"Not here."

Miranda pushed Hoffa's face away and sighed helplessly.

She took Hoffa to a corner of the underground, into a dark dormitory building. She held him up and took him into the elevator in the corridor. The blue magic lighting flashed in the elevator, and the energy was somewhat insufficient. It was sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

In the bright light, she half-armed Hoffa's waist, and the whole world swayed weightlessly with the elevator, rippling in confusion, and finally bared its teeth and claws.

The elevator stopped from time to time, and several witches who also lived here came in. When they saw the young man sitting next to Miranda, they were surprised and covered their mouths, winking and laughing.

Miranda was a little angry at first, but she soon became relieved and even glared at them, then flipped her hair and smiled back at them.

Ding dong, the elevator is in place.

Miranda held Hoffa in one hand, took out the key with the other, and opened the door to her room.

The wind chime jingled against the door frame and made a sweet sound.

She pulled Hoffa into the room, took off her shoes, stepped on the smooth bluestone floor tiles with her bare feet, and closed the wooden door with her heels like a happy deer. After entering the door, she looked at the giggling and drooling boy in her arms, and couldn't help but reveal a smile.

With a proud smile, he lit up the fluorescent spell with a snap of his fingers.

The gray room is small but extremely cozy. It has a bed, a sofa, a kitchen and a bathroom.

This is her house, this is her room, everything here belongs to her. Including the boy in her arms.

There are no unnecessary actions.

She took Hoffa, brought him to her bed, pushed him down, then took off her glasses, unbuttoned her coat, impatiently. But when she gently crawled to Hoffa's side, her movements changed.

Extremely careful, she held his head and looked at his face carefully. Her eyes were like the deep lens of a camera, trying to imprint his face in every detail.

Then, she carefully kissed Hoffa's cheek, the tip of his nose, and her earlobes, as if she was tasting a glass of fine wine that had been treasured for many years.

Thanks to the efforts of the Peruvian wizards, they successfully "poisoned" one of the most powerful wizards in the world. At this moment, Hoffa completely lost his ability to distinguish, just when the drug was taking a strong effect. He immediately catered to Miranda

He found her mouth with his movements, which were completely different from Miranda's gentleness and were very rough.

The two played games for a while under the light of the fluorescent spell, and their clothes were quickly scattered all over the floor.

After spending a while together, Miranda seemed to hear the guy mumbling something, but couldn't make it out clearly.

Her lips slowly parted, and she held Hoffa's face.

Out of curiosity, Miranda put her ear to his mouth to hear what he was mumbling.

Listen carefully to the results.

Hear another person's name.

Her heart beat violently, as if reminding her of something.

My mood gradually changed from intoxication to pain.

Just a sharp, fast scimitar, pierced straight into the heart, causing pain to the bone marrow! How eager I was just now, now I am so sad. The lust and impulse faded away like a tide.

Miranda adjusted the tank top on her shoulders with an expressionless face and sat up. Looking at the guy who was still smiling stupidly, this time she wanted to kill him.

Hoffa wanted to continue kissing her.

She turned on Hoffa.

Hoffa, who was unconscious, had no idea what was going on and kept getting entangled.

Snap!

She slapped Hoffa hard on the face.

He beat him so hard that he turned his head away, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and threw him on the pillow.

"asshole..."

She said through gritted teeth.

After the beating, she felt regretful and painful. She no longer wanted to stay here. She turned over and sat up from the bed without hesitation, and walked out without even putting on her shoes.

But when she just walked to the sliding door of the bedroom, a quiet call came from behind her.

"Miranda...?"

The girl was holding on to the doorframe, her body was shaking, and there was no color on her face.

"Miranda...is that you?" Another question came from behind.

She turned her head with red eyes and saw that the boy on the bed had sat up. He rubbed his eyes and said hazily, "I...where am I..."

It seemed that the slap made him sober up a lot.

I saw him sitting for a while, then collapsed again, groping around on the sheets, and stammered: "Do you... do you have water? I... I want... to drink water...

"

Seeing how embarrassed the man was, Miranda took a deep breath, wiped the corners of her eyes, and then sneered. At this moment, what decision did she make?

She saw a tube of lipstick next to her door frame cabinet, so she picked it up and wiped her mouth. Then she turned around, leaned against the sliding door frame in a very charming manner, and said with a charming smile: "Do you want to drink water?"

"Well, I'm so thirsty..." Hoffa said unconsciously, "I want to drink cold water."

"Please." Miranda's mouth curved sharply.

Hoffa muttered: "One... a glass of water, do you also want..."

"Of course, this is my home, everything belongs to me." Miranda said matter-of-factly.

"Okay, I...please...please...you..."

After Hoffa finished his inarticulate begging, Miranda's smile disappeared. She picked up the glass cup, poured some water, twisted her waist, and came to the bedside.

Hoffa reached for the water glass.

But Miranda reached out to stop her.

She knelt on one knee on the bed, holding water sideways, and looked into Hoffa's confused eyes.

The two held this position for a few seconds.

Miranda smiled, and suddenly, she grabbed Hoffa's hair and mercilessly pulled him to tilt his head. It was extremely painful, and the pain was so painful that Hoffa, who was unconscious, bared his teeth and his eyes were crooked.

Already.

"I want you to remember who I am, Hoffa Bach."

After whispering, Miranda raised her head and took a sip of water, threw away the cup, and then tightly sealed Hoffa's mouth with her mouth, pressing him down.

In the darkness, the fluorescent spell goes out.

Hey

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To be continued...