My wife is a witch princess.

My wife is a witch princess

Author: Heartless Dumplings

Summary:

"You mean the prison here provides meals every day, and the king is so generous?"

"To operate a sewing machine, the republic has no king..."

"Wow, that's amazing! Is this the English you speak? Even you're struggling with it."

"It's not an English exam, it's just a physics test..."

"I still want to go home. It's inconvenient to do anything here."

“You don’t want to go home, you want to eat my house out of house and home. Put down the takeout you’re holding, it belongs to someone else. Then go find a policeman and tell him you’re an unregistered resident. He’ll find Superman from Nebula M78 to send you home.”

"Do you think I'm stupid? I brought my brain with me when I time-traveled."

"I brought some, but not many."

Song Che never expected that after transmigrating to another world, being forced to make a hundred-year contract with a cheap witch, he would return to the modern world after his death.

Good news: He has been brought back to life and is young again.

Bad news: The cheap witch has followed.

When she was discovered, the name that once made a world tremble, Lin Xiali, was considering whether to rob stray cats of their cat food.

……

My name is Lin Xia Li, a witch who has been traveling alone for a hundred years after his death.

Today, I saw him again.

He actually extorted a gold coin from the witch.

This book is also known as: 'The Witch Who Was Buried Has Chased After Me from Another World'

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Chapter 1 Bruce and the Witch, Longing for It! (New Book, Please Read!)

A two-legged creature stood in front of the lazy tabby cat for a full thirty minutes. This student neither offered dried fish nor scratched his chin.

The receptionist is secretly observing.jpg

If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a school uniform and had clear eyes, I would have already asked him to leave the store.

So why did you suddenly stop looking at cats? Is there something else going on?

Are you looking at me?

She's quite pretty; if she calls me "sister," I'll save him a hundred yuan when buying the cat.

"Sister, how much is this cat?"

"Two thousand...four."

"Too expensive, how about two hundred yuan?"

"Purebred tabby cats are not cheap, starting at 2,200 yuan."

“Purebred…” Song Che stroked the cat’s head, his gaze falling on a misty tag on its head.

"Bruce", "Attracting Wealth", "Ward Off Evil"

Is this cat...purebred?

This cat is definitely not purebred!

Song Che looked up and his gaze fell on the side of the receptionist.

"Soft-hearted, lustful, and easily deceived." "Not a good day to go out."

“Sister, I’m a high school student. My mother is unwell and waits for me to come home to cook. My father is a gambling addict and has a lot of debt. I also have an older sister who works at a massage parlor to support my schooling, and a younger sister who is still very young.” Song Che lifted the celery in his hand, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes reddening. “This kitten… looks a lot like the one that died when I was little, for example, for example…”

If he couldn't come out, Song Che had no choice but to call out, "Bruce, come here."

"Wow, wang wang!"

The cat looked up and responded with three barks from the dog.

This thing is definitely not purebred; it absolutely has dog blood!

Song Che didn't expose her; he just looked at her and took out two crumpled banknotes.

"This...this isn't right, is it?" The receptionist looked at the cat incredulously. Although it was a lie to say that it was a purebred tabby cat, it shouldn't be making a sound like a dog.

This cat is a stray cat in her neighborhood. She might have accidentally fed it some dog food. She brought it to the store to get vaccinated this time. When did it become so dog-like?

"Wang Wang!"

The cat meowed twice more.

"Alright, alright, I was just kidding you before. Here, take good care of it."

The receptionist softened her heart, turned around and brought two bags of cat food, stuffing the two hundred yuan back into Song Che's pocket. "Save the money to buy some meat for your mother. If you have any difficulties in the future, come to me. It's not hard to treat you to a meal or something."

"Thank you, you're so kind."

He left a hundred dollars, put the cat food into his backpack, picked up the tabby cat and slowly turned around. "By the way, tomorrow is the weekend. Sister, rest more at home. Working is exhausting, and sleeping on the weekend will prolong your life."

Does sleeping in on weekends prolong life?

Is there such a saying?

However, going to work is indeed quite tiring.

She smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your concern. It's getting late, hurry home and don't worry your mother."

"Ah."

Song Che took a few steps. Outside the door, the leaves were falling and two or three students wrapped in scarves hurried past. The image of going home overlapped with his memories in a daze. He hadn't been home for a long time.

A very, very long time...

So long that even the road ahead is blurry in my mind; I still feel a sense of unreality from just now until now.

No one could have imagined that this boy, who had just finished school, had traveled to another world, left home for decades, made a pact with a witch, and offered advice on several occasions, including a northern expedition against a forbidden kingdom.

He studied alchemy, magic, tasted potions, hunted dragons, and worked at the witch's castle for over a decade. Decades later, the witch remained eternally youthful, while he grew old and nearing his end.

My last memory is of the witch feeding me medicine. That damned witch seemed quite worried about me, and she pried open my mouth and kept feeding me dozens of bottles of potions, making me feel like my whole body was burning.

Song Che felt that he could have lived a little longer.

Song Che suspected that he had been drowned by a magic potion.

Song Che hopes that if he could be young again, he would definitely enjoy life to the fullest. He wants to go home and never work for that ruthless witch again.

And so, after closing his eyes, he miraculously found himself standing in the pet shop he had just been in, the very place he had been before he transmigrated.

Nanhui No.1 Middle School, a pet shop where cute pets don't cause trouble.

The decades of time travel flashed by like a revolving lantern, as if in a dream, making me wonder if I had really traveled through time.

It cannot be confirmed; it may just be a pipe dream.

Well, if it's true, it's good to be young all the time.

He rubbed Bruce's head, then stopped thinking about it. Now that he was back, he needed to consider some practical issues.

There's only one week left this month, and I only have 100 yuan left for living expenses.

Therefore, he bought Bruce for only one purpose.

Yes, it brings wealth!

Song Che picked up the celery and strolled along the path, the shouts and noise reaching his ears.

Street vendors, the aroma of cooking, moss growing on the stone slabs of the alley, lights on in every doorway, a few green plants by the window, and the smell of fried and grilled skewers filling the alley.

Memories of the past gradually surfaced, a feeling both familiar and strange.

The rented room is not far from the school, but the conditions are average. There are residential buildings upstairs and shops downstairs. Although there are many snacks, sleeping at night is a problem.

There's no one at home to take care of me; I have to go to school and cook for myself.

Two bedrooms and one living room, not too big or too small, rent is four hundred per month, just enough to make ends meet.

The school is a private high school with high tuition fees, and most of the money my parents earn is spent on tuition.

Song Che's grades are average, and his scores are close to the threshold of a 211 university, but he might accidentally stumble and fall right into that threshold.

There's no way around it; these days, you have to pay a threshold to do anything. Once you get past that threshold, you can have anything.

After walking for about ten minutes, a simple iron gate appeared in front of us on the small street. Behind the gate, two rows of bicycles were parked haphazardly. The lights of the shops downstairs were soft, and several stray cats were sitting obediently eating cat food.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks as something hard pressed against the sole of his shoe.

He squatted down, put down the celery, and reached under his feet for something.

A coin covered in dirt.

After wiping away the dirt, its original appearance was revealed.

The gold coin is engraved with a tree, its branches and leaves forming gold coins that seem to be jingling and swaying.

None of that matters. What matters is that it's made of real gold.

It was left on the ground and no one picked it up.

"How pitiful, nobody wants you."

"I'm a member of the Youth League, I want you."

He suddenly stopped, glanced at Bruce, and it lazily glanced at Song Che.

"I apologize for doubting your breed before. You are a cat, a lucky cat."

"Wang Wang!"

Bruce was happy. Bruce wagged his tail. Bruce wasn't a dog.