This witch calls me daddy

Chapter 111 What is your lover’s name?

Because he stayed up all night, Bai Ling slept deeply and deeply.

It was as if her body and mind were falling into an abyss, passing through the fog of sleep and falling into the depths of her heart, an unknown place.

She saw those purple eyes again.

I don't know whether it was because he had dreamed of her many times in a row, or because of the obscene joke Lu Ye told him, but Bai Ling suddenly found that... he didn't seem to be so afraid of these eyes.

She even sighed in a self-deprecating mood: That brat Lu Ye actually gave me courage with a dirty joke.

whispering sound!
But...what does he call this?

"Superpower" right?
It seems that if you think about it this way, there is really nothing to be afraid of...

Who doesn’t know about superpowers?

Although she is a girl, Bering does not reject supernatural supermen and superheroes.

At least she had also longed for Ant-Man...the kind of super power that makes him grow as big as he wants and as small as he wants. It's wonderful to think about it.

It's just that this happened to her suddenly, along with the weird skin disease, which made her a little overwhelmed.

This time, Bering took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell, and tried to look directly into these eyes. She wanted to face her formally for once.

This time, she won't wake up to escape.

Her huge purple eyes and soft smile make it hard to be defensive, and she has a charming charm.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. From Bering's perspective, this window is quite beautiful, and the person must not be a bad person.

Bering also tried to smile and relax more.

"……Hello."

Basilian's hoarse and magnetic voice gently brushed over Bering's body like fine quicksand, making her whole body tingle:
"Hello, mortal. I am a waiter from the abyss..."

"I know, I know. You are a waiter. You introduced me... I have a question to ask you." Bering wanted to skip the meaningless pleasantries and go straight to the topic, "This ability of mine... Did you give it to me?"

When Bering mentioned this ability, he naturally raised his middle finger.

The term "waiter" made Basilian's eyes flash with astonishment. Is this the local term for "waiter"?
Then, she saw Bering's middle finger.

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

Bering looked at his fingers... Well, although this expression is more vivid and appropriate, it is still not very elegant, so he simply put two fingers together and raised them forward.

"Just this...the ability to 'scream' when I touch someone, did you give me that?"

Basilian decided to be informal and not mind the frizziness of mortals.Then she laughed, her voice was calm, elegant, and long-lasting.

"How is it? Does it feel good to give and take away pleasure from others? Do you feel that they are all playthings in your hands?" Although she did not directly confirm it, her question was tantamount to admitting that this was her masterpiece.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be able to communicate normally, Bering became more courageous and determined that the source of the problem was these eyes. She began to find her own rhythm.

Bering sighed: "I feel like this ability is a bit hard to describe. Although it should be very useful...but I haven't been able to use it yet. And it makes me afraid to interact with people."

Basilian comforted softly: "The gift of joy is the power from the source of corruption. You can't really master it yet. This is normal."

Bering nodded and pulled open his collar, revealing a large area below the left shoulder blade. The diamond-shaped skin had spread to the size of half a palm.

"Did you also cause this skin disease?"

Basilian's eyes flashed sharply, and her tone was a little unhappy: "This is the body of a great devil. A strong and flexible body is the inevitable price for you to become the messenger of joy."

Bering nodded. She didn't bother to remember those strange and awkward terms. She was more focused on the core and essence of the matter - what she gained, what she would lose, and how big the risk was.

This is essentially the same as negotiating a business. It doesn’t matter what the bells and whistles of the product package are called, what matters is the substance.The other party somehow came into her dream and gave her two superpowers - if skin disease can be considered a superpower, there is always a reason for this, or in other words, it comes with a price.

Maybe it's a family gene, but Bering has some talent for business negotiations, as long as life safety is not involved.

A businessman can give up or get something, but he is not willing to risk his life.

Life safety is what she cares about most.

"You came to me and gave me this strange ability for what purpose?"

Basilian said softly: "My purpose is to gain joy, and I can see this in your heart."

Bering took a deep breath and asked the key: "What do you want from me? Will I die?"

Basilian smiled happily, waves of joy rippling:
"Hahaha... Very good, mortal, you know very well the principle of 'everything has a price'. Originally, you should have paid the price of your flesh and blood and soul to satisfy me, but now I have a new idea... As long as you Do me a favor, and I will grant you peerless beauty and a boring lifespan, and I will leave quietly and never bother you again."

Her purple eyes smiled very charmingly, full of temptation.

Bailing's vigilance lowered further and he nodded slightly: "It doesn't sound like it's a bad thing, so what exactly do you want me to do?"

Basilian chuckled and said like she was whispering in her sleep:
"I want you to help me find someone, my lover."

"I want you to bring him back...I want to own him again!"

"I want you to give him endless joy, let him sink into it forever, forget all the troubles, disputes and obsessions in the world, and always only remember my beauty!"

"Find him, use your 'touch of pleasure', and conquer him completely!"

"Make me and my 'King' merge into one!"

"I want to have... everything from him!"

Basilian's voice became more and more excited, and the high-pitched pleasure was revealed in every word. At the same time, Bering felt the possessive and greedy desire in her tone...

Bering had a feeling that this charming woman and her lover might not be a beautiful love story.

Maybe it's "love soup".

Bering sighed softly. She didn't want to worry so much. She just wanted to solve her own problem now: "Find him and use your ability to touch him. That's it?"

"Exactly."

Bering took a deep breath and stopped hesitating. She was not a shy person who made difficult choices. As long as she was sure of something, she had extremely strong execution ability.

"Okay, let me help you. What is your lover's name?"

The charming voice laughed, the laughter was deafening and earth-shattering.

"He came here just now."

Bering was stunned and opened his eyes.

When I returned to the waking world, it was already dark. I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. I had slept long enough.

The last words of the purple-red eyes still echoed in Bering's mind, and he murmured to himself:
"Lu Ye?"

"Could it be that...this purple-eyed guy who talks so loudly..."

"Is it his ex-girlfriend?"

"Ah, no, it's his... ex-ex-girlfriend?"

　Basilien smiled enchantingly: "Those who hand over their tickets should be given the ultimate joy..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)