"Are you the witch?"
Bai Nuanxi: "..."
May I be so bold as to ask—can I bite you?
"I'm the prophet!" Bai Nuanxi was on the verge of breaking down. You already know my role, so why are you spouting nonsense? What are you, confused or something?
She was utterly at a loss for words.
"Oh, right. But how could there be such a foolish witch?" Huo Muchen said thoughtfully, nodding as if deep in contemplation.
"What do you mean by that, darling?" Bai Nuanxi finally sensed something off. The witch had foolishly given the potion to the werewolves, and now Huo Muchen was implying she was the witch—was he indirectly calling her stupid?
Come here, let me tell you, dear Mu, if you weren't far away right now, I'd have knocked you out with a stick!
I'm absolutely fuming.
"I just think this game of yours seems a bit simple. Play it through and come back home; don't take it too seriously."
