msmithbooks Chapter 158 "Will your brother take responsibility for me?" "Take responsibility for
Chapter 158 "Will your brother take responsibility for me?" "Take responsibility for
Chapter 159 "Will your brother take responsibility for me?" "Take responsibility for what?"
Zhang Lingyue and Su Nianxi exchanged a glance.
Although both of them knew there was danger, they didn't seem to care much.
These two "little witches" are both typical "witches," acting fearless and even hoping that a few people will come so they can show off their talents.
Seeing their eager expressions, Zhang Qingzhe shook his head helplessly.
Although they were born as witches, they had more than a hundred magical loops at birth, more than he, a college student, currently possessed.
However, practical combat ability is not the same as "magic loop," because this is not a turn-based card game, and the enemy cannot openly engage in combat.
With their arrogant attitude, these two idiots would definitely fall for the Deadpool organization's dirty tricks if they faced them.
"Do you two think you're really that great?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.
"Oh! It's just so-so!" Su Nianxi smiled modestly. "Anyway, we haven't met any rivals at school."
My younger sister nodded in agreement.
Although she likes the [Prophecy School], as a [Little Witch], [Fireball] is like breathing, an innate skill.
[Fireball] is like breathing; it's a skill you're born with.
Zhang Qingzhe gently shook his head.
It seems these two little girls are unaware of the dangers of this world.
"Then let's have a competition now!" Zhang Qingzhe said.
"Ah! Brother, let's not! I don't want to hurt you." Su Nianxi looked carefree, not taking Zhang Qingzhe seriously at all.
"Draw a card! Use whatever you like," Zhang Qingzhe said casually.
"Really?" Su Nianxi turned to look at Zhang Lingyue.
Zhang Lingyue shrugged, unsure how to respond.
"Brother, let's not do it this way—" Su Nianxi said, suddenly pulling a card out from behind her waist.
She wanted to subdue Zhang Qingzhe in one move and then show off her strength.
Zhang Qingzhe smiled calmly.
Although this little girl is cunning, she's still thinking too simply.
Zhang Qingzhe unleashed [Mage's Hand] with even greater speed, grabbing her wrist and blocking her magic charge.
"Huh!? The Mage's Hand can actually be used like this?"
Su Nianxi was slightly stunned, then quickly tried to break free.
Blue light flickered on her arms, and lines of magical loops flashed.
The strength of a pure-blooded witch is truly not to be underestimated.
She actually managed to pry open the [Mage's Hand] and once again aimed the [Fireball Card] at Zhang Qingzhe.
Zhang Qingzhe, unhurried, reached out and pulled out a card: "This is a card I seized from a Deadpool member today. Let me show you just how bizarre Deadpool's cards really are!"
The card 【Old Tentacle】 was suddenly released.
The card's surface shattered, revealing a spatial rift from which countless tentacles emerged.
Like a raging flood, it instantly washed over Su Nianxi's body.
The next second, he entangled her and suspended her in mid-air.
"Ugh! What is this thing? It feels disgusting!"
Although Su Nianxi struggled desperately to break free, the [Magic Circuit] on her body kept flashing.
However, her upper body was still tightly wrapped up, leaving only her two bare legs hanging in the air, struggling in vain.
Helpless, Zhang Qingzhe reached out and grabbed her kicking feet. "Don't knock the table over."
Suddenly, her feet were grabbed, and Su Nianxi immediately stopped struggling. "Ugh! Brother, I won't do it again."
The younger sister frowned, staring at her brother's hands with a displeased expression: "Brother, you can let go now."
Zhang Qingzhe shrugged and withdrew the [Old Tentacle].
"In short, you see? [Magic Circuit] doesn't necessarily represent strength. Under the Deadpool organization's bizarre cards, you might easily fall into their trap without even realizing it."
"oh!"
Su Nianxi was much more obedient this time.
Her hands were placed obediently on her thighs, and she subconsciously wiggled her fair toes, as if the place where she had just been grabbed still had a burning sensation.
The feeling just now was so strange. I was trapped in mid-air, my vision was suddenly taken away, and my whole body became very sensitive.
In that helpless situation, her feet were grabbed by a pair of large hands.
At that moment, Su Nianxi instinctively imagined her legs being forcibly spread apart—
"Now you know how dangerous it is, right?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.
"Mmm!" Su Nianxi lowered her head even further, not daring to meet Zhang Qingzhe's gaze.
However, the little witch recovered quickly and was lively and energetic again by evening.
She even lied to her family and stayed overnight at Zhang Qingzhe's house.
Zhang Qingzhe originally wanted to go back to his room and study the "Card Making Science" a little more.
But Su Nianxi insisted on coming in to chat, and they even exchanged phone numbers.
If her younger sister hadn't come and pulled her away, she might have just stayed in bed.
Until nightfall.
Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains and quietly streamed into my sister's bedroom.
After the warm yellow bedside lamp was turned off, the girls' voices and rustling whispers came from the soft bed.
"Lingyue, do you think your brother will take responsibility?" Su Nianxi suddenly asked a strange question.
"Responsible? Responsible for what?" Zhang Lingyue asked, frowning.
"Yeah! Anyway—hehe—"
Su Nianxi didn't continue speaking, but just laughed mischievously.
She gently turned over and draped one arm over her best friend.
Long eyelashes cast soft shadows beneath her eyes, and a sly smile played at the corners of her lips.
Then, he rubbed his foot against Zhang Lingyue's calf, seemingly hinting at something.
Zhang Lingyue frowned.
Suddenly, I had a feeling of "letting the wolf into the house".
"Don't overthink it! My brother is very oblivious; he didn't mean it that way at all."
"But—wouldn't I be at a huge loss?" Su Nianxi muttered.
Zhang Lingyue rolled over, thinking to herself, "You're nothing compared to me!"
If we're talking about losses, aren't I the one who loses more?
The two little witches, back to back, drifted off to sleep, their hearts filled with poetic girlish thoughts.
The younger sister murmured, while Su Nianxi wore a silly grin.
I wonder if the two girls dreamed of the same person. After this incident, Zhang Qingzhe felt an even greater urgency.
He has basically stopped taking basic courses at school.
Xia Qiwei also helped him get leave and followed him throughout his internship.
The Witch Sisters handled things very well.
In addition, they have strengthened the protection of all young witches.
Mood Candy Group also interfered in the distribution and cooperation, and not only submitted the list of little witches who cooperated with the company to the Witch Sisters Association.
Furthermore, the Mood Candy Group is willing to provide some funding specifically for protecting these special witches.
In reality, there aren't many of these witches.
Witches originally only made up a very small percentage of the human population.
Furthermore, witches with special talents are even rarer.
Many people may never meet one in their entire lives.
It's quite a rare sight to see two people in a family like Zhang Qingzhe's.
When the office door was pushed open, Xia Qiwei was slumped in her swivel chair in an extremely lazy posture.
The morning light shone through the blinds, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on her body.
She was wearing a white silk shirt, with the top button casually undone, revealing her fair and slender neck.
Only when she heard the door open did she lazily lift her eyelids.
Her black pencil skirt tightened slightly for a moment as she moved.
"Hmm? You're here."
Her voice was muffled, as if she had just woken up.
The high heel hanging from her right toe swayed gently with her foot swinging.
Seeing Xia Qiwei in her "classic skin," Zhang Qingzhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that no matter how the outside world changes, this great witch professor is still the same.
"Professor, I have a question I'd like to ask you." Zhang Qingzhe walked to the table.
"Go ahead and say it," Xia Qiwei replied nonchalantly, her high heels still dangling.
Zhang Qingzhe reached into his waist and placed the [Old Tentacle] on the table.
The edges of the card curled slightly as if they were alive, and were printed with indescribable distorted patterns.
"Clatter".
Xia Qiwei's swaying high heels suddenly fell to the ground.
She leaned forward abruptly, the collar of her shirt curving softly with the movement, revealing a small patch of dazzling white skin.
She glanced at the card in surprise, then quickly grabbed a thick book and slammed it down on the card.
Then, she glanced around furtively several times.
Once she was sure no one was paying attention, she lowered her voice and said, "How can you just take out something so dangerous like that!"
Zhang Qingzhe frowned, dragged a swivel chair closer, and sat down: "What's so dangerous about this card?"
"Where did you get this?" Xia Qiwei moved the book aside and carefully tapped the surface of the card with her finger.
The instant your fingertip touches the card—
Several tiny tendrils suddenly emerged from the pattern and wrapped around her slender fingers.
"Wow!"
Xia Qiwei was so frightened she almost screamed.
Zhang Qingzhe quickly reached out and covered her mouth: "Professor, keep your voice down!"
Professor Wang, who was working at the next desk, heard the noise, pushed up his thick glasses, and looked over curiously.
Then, a subtle "hehe" smile appeared on his face.
Xia Qiwei's beautiful brows furrowed.
She glared at Old Wang first, then, under the table, with her foot encased in black stockings, she gently kicked Zhang Qingzhe's shin.
Another kick —
That witch has such a terrible temper! No wonder she can't get married.
Zhang Qingzhe released his grip and answered in a low voice, "I got it from those two Deadpool members when I dealt with them over the weekend."
"It...it's biting my hand?" Xia Qiwei's voice was filled with terror.
"No, it won't. I've tested it; it doesn't eat, it just likes to crawl into holes."
Zhang Qingzhe grasped Xia Qiwei's fingers and gently stroked them downwards, pushing the few tiny tendrils back into the card.
Xia Qiwei glared at him, forcefully pulled her fingers back, and then kicked them twice more under the table.
Zhang Qingzhe was truly helpless.
I was the one who helped you just now, this "witch" is so ungrateful!
As Xia Qiwei slowly leaned back in her chair, she stretched her foot out and tentatively rummaged under the table, trying to find the high heel that had just fallen off.
But Zhang Qingzhe had already pushed the high heels under his chair with his foot.
We need to teach this ungrateful witch a lesson.
"These are special cards that only the lunatics of the Deadpool organization can use; it's hard to categorize them into any normal 'school'."
Xia Qiwei's tone was clearly filled with disgust.
But Zhang Qingzhe suddenly frowned: "Only Deadpool's people can use it?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"I've already used it."
"What?!"
Xia Qiwei's voice suddenly rose, and an incredulous expression appeared on her pretty face.
Zhang Qingzhe could only reach out again, trying to cover her mouth.
But this time Xia Qiwei was prepared.
As a great witch and professor, how could she let her students touch her all the time?
This time she didn't hold back and kicked hard under the table.
But to her surprise, Zhang Qingzhe seemed to be used to her tricks, and actually closed his legs together, firmly trapping her ankles.
The two of them were pulling at each other silently under the table.
This made Professor Wang chuckle again.
Xia Qiwei's face flushed slightly.
If there weren't so many people in the office, she would definitely have used [Magic Circuit] to strengthen her body and then kicked this traitor out.
After the two finally calmed down, Xia Qiwei lowered her voice and asked, "When did you use it?"
"I tried it as soon as I got home that day. There was no strange reaction, and the tentacles inside were quite obedient," Zhang Qingzhe answered truthfully.
A look of confusion flickered in Xia Qiwei's purple eyes.
"This is incredible—generally, Deadpool members inject themselves with ancient dragon serum to increase the number of [Magic Circuits]. Only then can they use these kinds of cards."
Zhang Qingzhe shrugged: "But I can confirm that I have never injected that kind of stuff."
Xia Qiwei looked him up and down a few times, her gaze finally settling on his clear eyes.
"I also think you haven't had any injections. But your situation is really strange."
Hearing this, Zhang Qingzhe already had a guess in his mind.
It's probably related to his "World" card.
But this secret is of utmost importance and must never be revealed to Xia Qiwei.
He pondered for a moment, then came up with a misleading reason: "Is it because of—my Shishu [witch bloodline]?"
"That's certainly possible," Xia Qiwei nodded.
Zhang Qingzhe discovered that this was a universal excuse.
No matter what happens that's difficult to explain, this excuse can be used to cover it up.
It seems that even the witches themselves don't fully understand how many secrets the [witch bloodline] truly holds.
Xia Qiwei then added, "But even so, it's still quite strange that no one else has discovered this, right?"
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Zhang Qingzhe frowned slightly: "Only my sister and her classmate have seen me use this card."
"Make sure they both keep it a secret," Xia Qiwei immediately ordered.
But after a moment's thought, she seemed to think that Zhu was too trusting: "Your sister will definitely help you. As for her classmate—if you want to arrange to meet her, I'll put her under hypnosis, right?"
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Upon hearing the word "hypnosis," Zhang Qingzhe immediately thought of some rather intriguing topics and quickly shook his head: "Professor, it's not that serious, it's not that serious."