Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Wait, something seems off...

He opened his mouth, pointed at himself, and said—

"That so-called enemy, could it be...?"

The witches all nodded.

"..."

Gan.

……

P.S.: Don't you have any self-awareness? (ω)

Chapter 1536 The witch will never marry, much less fall in love with anyone.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong—!

The doorbell kept ringing, waking the person in bed. Her tired eyes were covered with heavy dark circles, and her messy hair made her look somewhat dejected, but it did not hide her natural beauty; instead, it gave her a decadent beauty.

She shifted in bed, buried her head back under the covers, and mumbled—

"For deliveries and takeout, you can just leave them outside the door..."

However, the people outside did not stop because of her words and continued to make noise, as if they would keep pressing the button until she got up and opened the door.

"Ah ah ah..."

She groaned a few times, but finally couldn't resist. She shakily got up, scratched her smooth belly, and said resentfully with a grimace—

"You won't listen to me, I'm definitely going to give you a bad review!"

Click!

As she spoke, she suddenly opened the door, and her tired eyes met a gentle smiling face, with a few rays of sunlight shining into the room.

"Good morning, Miss Hong. I heard you're going to give me a bad review?"

"..."

Miss Hong woke up with a start and instinctively tried to close the door, but he stopped her with one hand.

Wow, wow!

Startled, she sat back, looking at the man who had cast a shadow over her, and said—

"What are you going to do...?"

Although she knew to some extent that this guy was probably not a bad person, Miss Red's fear of him was ingrained in her very bones.

She was already timid, and being scared by him all the time had caused her body to develop some physiological reflexes, so she couldn't help but bring her knees together.

Chen Ming smiled and said—

"We'd like to ask Miss Hong for help. I heard that the witches are holding a gathering, and as Xiaodie's husband, I thought it would be good to visit their companions, since my wives are being taken care of. Could you please take us to the gathering place?"

Miss Hong's eyes widened; behind his gentle smile seemed to lie a terrifying shadow. Although she knew how powerful her witch predecessors were, she also had a strong intuition that if he were to capture them, the consequences would be unimaginable!

grunt.

"What...what are you going to do to our seniors...?"

Miss Hong swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly as she said—

"I... I cannot betray my predecessors..."

No, you can't do that. If you do, it will be a really bad situation.

Chen Ming smiled knowingly, squatted down, and affectionately patted Miss Hong's head, but it felt as if she were being licked by a venomous snake, and her body trembled even more violently.

"What betrayal? Think about it, it's a witch's gathering. Aren't Sisi, Xiaodie, and Mia witches? As their husband, isn't it perfectly reasonable for me to send them to the gathering? Don't you agree?"

"me……"

Miss Red looked at the three witches behind him. Their eyes were full of smiles and affection for him, and she could almost see pink hearts in them... They looked completely bewitched by him.

This is bad, this is bad, this is bad!

This is really bad!

No matter how grand his words were, Miss Red just kept shaking her head when she saw the scene.

Seeing her "stubborn" attitude, Chen Ming's smile slowly turned dark. He moved closer to her, almost touching her cheek, and said—

"Miss Hong, you must have someone else waiting for, right? You should understand what will happen if you don't help me, shouldn't you?"

"Eeeeeeeeeee!"

Miss Hong turned pale with fright at the fate of her three predecessors.

Absolutely, absolutely do not let it become like that, something you can never go back to!

Yes, I'm sorry, seniors... I...

Miss Hong closed her eyes and said in a trembling voice—

"I...I understand..."

……

Tapping.

Leather boots clattered on the smooth floor, taut legs striding with deft steps, fitted black trousers accentuated by the graceful lines of the hips, and a belt with five distinct stripes adorned the waist.

The white shirt had several rips at the waist, revealing some slender lines, giving it a somewhat wild feel.

She pulled down her wide-brimmed hat, her eyes sharp as an eagle's, a brown shawl concealing her figure, and strode quickly down the corridor to a secluded room.

Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and went in.

There were already quite a few people inside. They turned around when they heard her footsteps, and after recognizing her, they all smiled and said—

"Lia, you've arrived. It's been a long time! Or should I call you 'Ranger'?"

When Leah saw her companion, her expression relaxed. She smiled, took off her hat to reveal her long hair, and said—

"Stop making fun of me."

He then hugged each of them.

It's normal for witches to go their separate ways and not see each other for decades or even centuries, but that doesn't affect their friendship. When they meet, they are always so excited and hug each other tightly, unwilling to part.

"Sister Leah!"

A girl sitting in the seat waved to her from afar.

She was a sweet girl whose eyebrows curved when she smiled, naturally exuding an endearing charm.

Wearing a pure white long dress and a blue flower in her hair, she looked like a bride-to-be, serene and gentle, making one want to cherish her.

Leah released her companion from her arms, smiled, and walked towards the other person, saying—

"Norre, you're here too?"

"Yes, everyone's here, how could I be left out?"

She smiled sweetly, took Leah's hand, and said—

"Sister Leah, you're getting more and more handsome, just like Sister Mia. I'm feeling a bit lonely. I wish I could be a lovely bride with you both."

"To be brides together?"

Leah smiled. Noel was the youngest among her companions and always had some adorable ideas. Everyone tried their best to protect her.

But it's still a bit strange to be brides together, isn't it? It sounds like they're going to marry some scoundrel together.

She touched Noel's hair and said—

"Noel can be the bride herself, I don't need to."

As a witch, Lydia had long since lost all hope, just like her companions. I really admire Noel; even betrayed by the whole world, she didn't give up like them, and still clung to her beautiful dream.

Perhaps, although Noel seems like a youngest sister who needs everyone's protection, she is actually stronger than anyone else inside...

"Ugh... really, everyone says that, it's not cute at all."

Noel puffed out her cheeks, snorted, and said—

"When my sisters get married in the future, I will definitely make fun of you all. You are all hypocrites."

Leah looked at her childlike side and shook her head with a smile.

How could such a thing be possible?

Their hearts were already as cold and hard as ice that had stood for millennia.

Unchanging since time immemorial.

……

P.S.: My heart is so cold (ω)

Chapter 1537 Falling in love with the same man? And love at first sight at that? How is that possible?

The surrounding witches heard Noel's innocent and carefree words and couldn't help but giggle. Looking at their little sister, who was still so adorable after all these years, they said—

"Oh dear, Nuo'er always says she wants to be a bride, but it's been so long, why haven't you liked any boys yet?"

"Times have changed. Maybe Noel doesn't like boys. I think same-sex marriage is legal in some country?"

"Hmm? Could it be that what Nuo'er meant by being brides together is this? Oh dear, no wonder, no wonder, our little sister is so trendy..."

Noel blushed crimson as her sisters teased her, and she closed her eyes, patting the table as she said—

"No way! Noah will definitely like a very gentle man. He'll put her to sleep, cook for her, and tell her bedtime stories..."

"...Isn't this basically the role of a father!?"

Leah couldn't help but complain, but such fantasies were very much in Noel's style. She also felt that such an innocent and carefree girl should be protected by a more mature person.