"Are you talking about that skull?"
Roger thought for a moment, then countered.
But Arlo shook her head, "You should be clear, I'm not referring to that thing."
As she spoke, she leaned slightly forward, the golden lip ring on her lips reflected a strange light, and her eyes were frighteningly bright.
Roger felt a slight dizziness in his head, and a voice sounded by his ear, he couldn't make out each word that was transmitted, but his brain felt inexplicably heavier.
At that moment, a warning flared in his heart. Roger's eyes snapped wide open, a flash of red swept through them, and he took a step forward and roared,
"Get out of my head!"
"Ah…!"
The witch named Arlo let out a muffled groan. She clutched her head and fell backward.
Now that he had regained his senses, Roger finally understood what had just happened, took a few steps forward, and an ominous aura surged from him.
"What were you trying to do to me?"
