When the Witch called him Gurui, Wang Xi instantly guessed that she must have learned about him from the goblin settlement.
Wang Xi's crude disguise might have been enough to fool those simple goblins, but there was no way it could deceive this Witch.
'Bev?'
'Why does that name sound so familiar?'
"Witch! What are you planning to do?!"
Just then, Pinocchio took a step forward, blocking Wang Xi and demanding answers from the woman in the pink dress who had just ridden up.
The brown horse obediently halted a few meters away from them.
The Sugar Witch's jade-green eyes glanced at the Mechanical Puppet Boy. She raised a slender, fair forefinger and lightly tapped her dark green lips.
"Little tin man, I let you off the hook once. If you yell at me again, you'll spend the rest of your life as a donkey."
Her voice was soft yet powerful, with a slight rasp, as rich and smooth as red wine.
"I'm not afraid of you."
Faced with the threat, Pinocchio's eyes were filled with resolve.
