My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 145 The Witch is Zixia

Xia Li hated that she stayed. She had never had a good feeling about this woman. From the last time to this time, this woman was insidious, petty, and malicious. She had been bullying people in her dreams. Xia Li admitted that she was indeed a little petty, but definitely not malicious, unlike this woman—who was even a little dim-witted.

Xia Li used to be emotionless, but now she can't hide her emotions. Her happiness and sadness are written all over her face, and she looks very unhappy right now.

She hadn't eaten much of the food on the table, but she had no appetite at all.

Are you still going to eat this?

I can't eat any!

Xia Li sat there, while the other girl ate heartily. Xia Li watched her eat, and the more she watched, the angrier she became. She couldn't eat anything at all, but the other girl was fine—acting like nothing was wrong, eating with relish.

Stop eating everything.

Xia Li wanted to flip the table, but felt it wouldn't be elegant. She started staring at the wicked woman, thinking of other ways.

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I can't think of anything.

Why hasn't Song Che kicked her out yet?

There's a saying: "Two tigers cannot share one mountain; when two tigers fight, one will surely be injured." Xia Li was giving Song Che a meaningful look, and the wicked woman was also giving Song Che a meaningful look.

They disliked each other; they disliked each other.

Song Che saw it clearly: this was an attempt to get rid of someone.

Who should be driven away?

She's definitely a bad woman.

But does he have the ability?

Then—should I leave?

Neither the wicked woman nor Xia Li wanted to put Song Che in a difficult position. The wicked woman knew she had to make things clear so that she wouldn't be disliked by either of them. Xia Li knew there was nothing to say about it, and if she didn't want to trouble Song Che, she would just send her away herself.

fight.

She wants to fight.

The wicked woman clearly saw through her thoughts. With a flick of her finger, a magic circle appeared out of thin air. It wasn't very large or very powerful, at least not as oppressive as in the dream, but this magic was enough to hang the two of them up and beat them.

"You can't beat me now, I'm stronger than you."

"————" Xia Li was speechless.

"I am you, and I have suppressed your magic, so you cannot defeat me. I am here just to stay, and I have no other intentions."

"If you are me, then I know what you mean; you definitely won't just stay put."

"You're right, but for now, I just want to stay put." The wicked woman withdrew the magic from her fingertips. "Do you know why I suppressed your magic?"

"I don't want to know."

The wicked woman ignored her thoughts and continued, "Magic—actually, it's not good. Ordinary is best. If you had magic, the future wouldn't change; you would become me."

"—Become you." Xia Li was half-believing, half-doubting. "So you're here to help me?"

"I'm here to change you." The wicked woman flicked a gold coin from her fingertip. "Consecration, you know?"

"Did you do this?"

"Yes, but I couldn't speak then. I had to wait until the forbidden magic contract expired."

"You used forbidden magic—" Xia Li paused. Forbidden magic was what she hated most in her life. The costs of the two were seriously disproportionate. Not only that, the effects of forbidden magic were generally negative, harming others and oneself, wasting money and lives, and the restrictions were strange and unreasonable.

"Yes, I know you hate forbidden magic, and I hate it too, but hating is relative. Do you know what the future holds? It's something even more irresistible than hating."

Xia Li hadn't experienced it, so naturally she didn't know what the bad woman was talking about.

The wicked woman finished eating the food Song Che had made, wiped her mouth, and said, "I've lived for a very, very long time. The worldview, philosophy of life, and values ​​that Song Che told you about have changed and been experienced throughout my long life. But time is such a terrifying thing. It seems invisible and harmless, but like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, it gradually wears down your entire mind and spirit. Life is really hard to resist these things."

"What does 'boiling a frog in lukewarm water' mean?" Xia Li didn't understand.

"It's like a frog in lukewarm water; the water is slowly heated, and by the time the frog realizes what's happening, it's too late."

"————Oh." Xia Li understood. Compared to the bad woman, she lacked a lot of experience. She hadn't learned these things yet, but the bad woman had already learned them in the future.

Suddenly I felt even more unhappy.

The wicked woman continued, "I'm not bragging to you, it's just—"

She suddenly laughed, looked at Song Che and said, "It's just that I'm rather hypocritical and selfish. Everything I do is for myself. I want to meet Song Che again because everything is gradually becoming meaningless, and I have to hold onto the things that are meaningful."

"These words—" Xia Li was starting to believe that the other person was her. Song Che had said something similar before, and only Song Che had ever said these words to her.

"I know it's hard for you to accept right now, but I really am you. I won't disturb your normal lives; I just want to stay a little longer."

Xia Li could actually accept it, but she would never believe the other person's nonsense. If the other person really was her, then her purpose must be impure. She knew herself too well; she knew—she was stubborn.

And so on, the other party is also very stubborn.

But the fact that the other person has more experience than me means one thing—it means that the other person has more experience and is more experienced in handling things. Although I am stubborn, I am clumsy when I am stubborn, but she is unscrupulous. Her skin is obviously thicker than mine, and she lies with a straight face.

She could fool Song Che, but she couldn't fool herself.

She's the other woman!

The wicked woman clearly knew that she herself was no pushover in the past, and she didn't expect the other party to actually believe her. All she needed to do was deceive Song Che.

The two were engaged in a power struggle, and Song Che only wanted to take advantage of the chaos to avoid being caught in the crossfire. Based on the current situation, this bad woman's behavior and speaking habits were the same as Xia Li's, and their conversation logic matched, so on the surface, the two seemed to be no different.

However, whether it is actually Xia Li needs to be carefully confirmed.

If she weren't Xia Li, things would be complicated, but solvable; if she were Xia Li, things would be simple, but difficult to resolve.

The wicked woman placed the gold coins on the table, glanced around, and said, "I know you have many questions, but this is reality, and there are many things we can't do freely. I can try a different approach."

The gold coins began to glow, and a familiar feeling welled up inside.

"This gold coin's ability is—to enter dreams."

As far as the eye can see, there are only ruins, but the interplay of light and shadow makes the ruins grow backward, transforming back into buildings. Smoke and dust rise and fall, and the population changes from nothing to sparse, and from sparse to dense. Birds fly backward, and trees change from towering trees to tender buds. Everything flows backward in the light and shadow, transforming back into the original state.

The wicked woman sat there, her appearance becoming exactly the same as Xia Li's, her black hair turning silver, and her clothes being identical, the only difference being her temperament.

Xia Li still had a somewhat cold demeanor.

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The "bad woman," on the other hand, has no coldness at all; she smiles gently, like a kind older sister next door.

"This place is no different from reality. You can ask me anything you want to do or know anything, or do it here." The wicked woman standing next to Xia Li made Song Che momentarily lose his composure, but after a moment, he still recognized that it was the current Xia Li.

The wicked woman turned to look at Xia Li, "I know what you're thinking. I'm not a mistress, I am you."

"Mind reading?"

"It's not mind reading, it's just a guess."

Xia Li didn't believe it, but she felt her magic had returned.

In this world, her magic once again reached its peak.

"What do you want to do now?" The wicked woman pointed to a bank not far away. "Do you want to take all the money out of there?"

"Mind reading?"

"It's not mind reading," the wicked woman laughed. "I've done that before."

"I won't do that."

"Is that so?" The wicked woman turned her back. "The humans here are physically weak. They rely on science, and their individual strength is less than that of a Hitler soldier's finger. But the witch's power is enough to rule this world. I've done that before."

"I can't do it."

The wicked woman shook her head. "Don't you think it's interesting to give the world to Song Che as a dowry?"

"I----"

Okay, Xia Li admits that after she said that, she actually became interested.

They really wanted to go together.

The wicked woman stood there, her back to the bank, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Don't laugh." Xia Li felt like she had fallen into a trap.

I didn't laugh.

You smiled.

The wicked woman turned around, her expression returning to its usual coldness. "I'm not smiling now."

She's really good at feigning indifference; after all, she'd been wearing that expression the whole time.

Xia Li stared at her, feeling that something was off.

Song Che stood to the side, watching the two people. The ruins had been transformed into a complete street, bustling with people and vehicles. People walked past them without ever seeing them; in this dream world, they were transparent.

"Is this just a dream?" he asked.

"I built it," the wicked woman said. "It's exactly the same as the one in the world today."

She raised her hand, and a glimmer of light appeared at her fingertips. Suddenly, a building in the distance began to sway, breaking in half, with the upper half slowly rising into the air and floating there.

"You see, you can't do that in real life."

With a wave of her hand, the wicked woman caused the building to slowly fall back down, reconnecting itself perfectly.

"You just said," Xia Li suddenly spoke, "that you gave the world to Song Che as a dowry?"

"Um."

"How should I deliver it?"

The wicked woman looked at her. "You want to know?"

Xia Li nodded.

The wicked woman walked up to her and pointed to the bank across the street, "That bank, I can conjure up all the money in there and pile it up in front of you."

With a flick of her finger, the bank door suddenly opened, and bundles of banknotes flew out, lining up neatly in the air like soldiers in formation.

"These are enough to buy a lot of things."

Xia Li looked at the banknotes without saying a word.

The wicked woman pointed to a tall building in the distance, "That building, the tallest one, I can make it yours."

"How will it change?"

"Write your name down," the wicked woman said. "Once it's written with magic, no one can change it. Similarly, I can write my name down in the world."

Xia Li thought for a moment, "Should I use the 'Li' from Xia Li or the 'Che' from Song Che?"

Song Che, who was listening nearby, felt that the conversation was a bit dangerous.

The wicked woman didn't display any more magic, but continued, "I've done all these things. It's been too long, I've tried many things. Last time in Hit, I could find my way here, but this time here, I've searched for a long time and haven't found the next place. Death here is true death. I'm here—because I possess magic, Song Che can't control me, no one can control me, I'll become willful and do many things wrong, and in the end—"

She didn't finish her sentence, but Song Che could already imagine what this witch with the mind of a child could do.

She has absolutely turned this world into a mess.

The bad woman put it another way: "In short, because of me, the world has become terrible; because of me, many innocent people have been hurt; because they are all ordinary people, I can act recklessly; because they and Song Che are all ordinary people, I can no longer continue to act recklessly."

The end of the world will eventually become nothingness, and I have accelerated that process.

Xia Li was confused by what she heard. She didn't have that much experience, but she did want to do the things that the bad woman wanted to do.

Song Che understood most of it: the Xia Li of the future—and the Xia Li of the present—are not the same Xia Li.

Xia Li has lost her magic due to the influence of the bad woman, but at that time, there was no other bad woman influencing her. Therefore, the current Xia Li will not become a bad woman in the future.

Logically, this bad woman can be understood as Xia Li from another timeline.

Song Che had more ideas than Xia Li, so he understood most of the situation immediately.

Song Che felt that what the bad woman said was half true and half false. This woman's goal seemed very simple - to change Xia Li now, but what about herself?

"I want to live a slow life and not repeat the same mistakes," the wicked woman answered Song Che's question.

"Mind reading?" This time it was Song Che who asked.

"Hmm, mind-reading magic."

"Okay." Song Che sorted out the situation and prepared to figure out how to balance their lives. This wicked woman was going to stay here for a while, and Xia Li didn't like her. His priority was Xia Li; he definitely couldn't let her share a room with Xia Li, and he certainly couldn't share a room with her himself.

Before Song Che could finish his thought, the wicked woman spoke up, "I don't need to sleep, I just want to—"

She thought for a moment, "I just want to play with you guys, that's all."

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"Okay." Song Che didn't stop her. If she didn't cause trouble, being friends wasn't out of the question, but it depended on what Xia Li thought. She definitely didn't want to hang out with bad women.

"—Let's play then." Xia Li suddenly spoke up, "I don't care what the future holds, nor do I care whether it's illusory or not, I only care about the present, and the present is what truly exists."

"Good idea," the wicked woman praised generously, "but do you remember why a witch is a witch?"

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"Because the witch is Zixia Fairy."

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Three people stood on the street, watching people come and go. The sun shone, the wind blew, and everything was fine.

After a while, the wicked woman suddenly said, "It's time to go back."

Xia Li looked at her, "Go back to which city?"

"Go back to reality," the wicked woman said. "Dwelling in dreams for too long is bad for your health."

She raised her hand, and the surrounding scenery began to blur.

Xia Li was still savoring those words.

She felt she needed to watch the movie again.

She knew that a witch was a witch because she had lost something, but she didn't know what it was.