My wife is a witch princess.

After finishing his meal, Song Che washed the dishes. Two Xia Lis stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right, still like two door gods.

"Aren't you going to sit down for a while?" Song Che asked.

"I won't sit."

“Me too,” the bad woman said.

Helpless, Song Che continued washing the dishes.

Halfway through washing, Xia Li suddenly asked, "When are you leaving?"

The wicked woman paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

"Don't know what that means?"

"I just don't know," the wicked woman said. "Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe..."

She didn't continue.

Xia Li looked at her, "You want to stay?"

Chapter 144 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 with gusto. Xia Li watched her eat, getting angrier and angrier. She couldn't eat anything at all, but the other girl... acted as if nothing was wrong, eating with relish.

Stop eating.

Xia Li wanted to flip the table, but felt it was rather unseemly. She started staring at the bad woman, thinking of other ways.

"..."

"..."

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... is actually not good. Ordinary is best. If you had magic, the future wouldn't change; you would become me."

"...Become you." Xia Li was skeptical. "So you're here to help me?"

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

"You did it?"

"Yes, but at that time, I couldn't speak. 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 she naturally didn't know what the bad woman was talking about.

The wicked woman finished 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, where the water is slowly heated until the frog realizes what's happening, and then 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 about anything, it's just..."

She suddenly laughed and looked at Song Che, saying, "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 life. 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 other person has more experience than me, which 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 stupid when I am stubborn, but she will stop at nothing. 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... is 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, her gaze sweeping around the room. "I know you have many questions, but this is reality. 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.

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 you want to know, 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 it?"

"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.