Personality V: I will save everything

"I'm really bored lately. Do you have anything interesting to do?"

I said to the figure next to me with some boredom.

The Dream Witch twisted her neck in a posture that no human could ever do, turned her head and said to me, "If you're bored, just do it a few more times with your believers. What's the saying of humans? ... Oh! Have two in three years, have three in five years, and have a son soon."

"Okay, stop talking, just shut up, thank you. (=_=)"

Having successfully seen the owner of the manor being humiliated, the Dream Witch laughed happily twice.

I turned my back, too lazy to look at her, but I could feel the Dream Witch hugging me tightly from behind, her tail tightly wrapped around my body, I felt like a rabbit entangled by a poisonous snake, about to be swallowed.

But unfortunately, I am not a "rabbit", and this poisonous snake cannot swallow me.

"So, do you have anything interesting to say?" I turned around and stroked the Dream Witch's head and said.

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The Lord of Yellow: (=-w-)zzZZ

(_ _)ヾ('ロ')Sleepy, wake up and have fun! ! !

After a scream, the Lord in Yellow was thrown off the bed by the Dream Witch.

The Yellow Lord: Who did I offend? Who did I offend? (╥w╥`)

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The screams of the Lord in Yellow echoed throughout the space, as if he was suffering great pain.

All in all, his screams were so tragic that people couldn't help but feel pity for him.

However, the Dream Witch didn't care about his shouting. Instead, she smiled and said, "Is it that serious? Aren't you happy that we two beautiful gods are playing with you?"

Her tone was light and teasing, as if she felt that the Yellow Lord's reaction was a bit exaggerated.

After all, she and the owner of the manor didn't do anything excessive to him, they just wanted to play a little dress-up game with him.

However, this was obviously not an easy thing to accept for the Lord in Yellow.

His face turned extremely ugly, and his eyes revealed fear and helplessness.

His voice trembled as he said, "How could you...how could you treat me like this..."

He tried to resist, but his efforts seemed powerless in the face of two powerful gods.

Although the Lord in Yellow felt extremely uncomfortable, the Dream Witch and the owner of the manor did not stop their actions.

They continued to fiddle with the various costumes, trying to find the outfit that best suited the Lord in Yellow.

During this process, the screams of the Lord in Yellow continued to echo in the air, which was creepy.

However, the Dream Witch and the Manor Owner did not seem to be affected and were still enthusiastically trying different combinations.

Finally, when they finally found a satisfactory outfit, all expression had disappeared from the Yellow Lord's face.

His body was trembling slightly, as if he had experienced a nightmare-like torture.

Looking at the appearance of the Lord in Yellow, the Dream Witch and the Manor Lord smiled at each other and left the room.

The Lord in Yellow was left sitting there alone, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

Perhaps, this experience will become a shadow that he can never erase...

The Lord in Yellow was now in tears. He was really curious as to why he had nothing to do but practice this kind of thing.

The cause of the incident was this: remember the Darren incident that the Dream Witch caused last time? In order to attract Darren, everyone put on women's clothes and tried to lure him out.

At that time, the Lord in Yellow was attacked by the owner of the manor because the owner laughed at him for not understanding human aesthetics and not being able to disguise himself as a human.

Although the Lord in Yellow was not clear about the significance of this disguise, his unwillingness to admit defeat made him continue to practice this skill afterwards.

And today, what he had been practicing finally came in handy.

The Yellow Lord: "I want to die!"

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After finishing the business with the Lord in Yellow, the Dream Witch went to Luchino with the owner of the manor.

"Please, please think of a way to get Darren back to the way he was!"

Luchino knelt down dramatically, clasped his hands together and prayed. The man with black hair and purple eyes standing in front of him was the Dream Witch.

Luchino knew very well that the man in front of him was just a human image created by the Dream Witch. Although he didn't understand why a witch would choose to appear in the form of a man, since she was the culprit who caused Darren to become what he is now, she must have the ability to change Darren back to his original appearance.

"I'm so sorry, I haven't thought about this before." The Dream Witch said with no apology in her tone, "Just like you, you have been thinking about the issue of human evolution, but you have never thought about how to make them regress, right? After all, people always look forward and don't want to regress~(^_^)"

Sure enough, after hearing what the Dream Witch said, Luchino was stunned. Obviously, he had never thought about this issue.

"Forget it, Luchino..." I also tried to persuade him, "What has happened cannot be changed. You should think about how to make up for the mistake, not how to eliminate it."

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After walking around the manor for a few rounds, the Dream Witch originally planned to say goodbye, but she suddenly remembered that there was one most important person she had not yet visited.

"Little mouse, you should be grateful for being able to use the eyes of the manor owner, don't you understand?"

The Dream Witch lifted Eli's chin and stared into his eyes.

"I understand, Your Excellency the Dream Witch. I will always be grateful to you." Eli said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Hmph!" The Dream Witch sneered.

Even so, he did not have any good feelings towards the little mouse. How could a human dare to use the eyes of god, even if it was just an eye created with this as a template? He really did not understand whether the Lord in Yellow did this intentionally to insult the owner of the manor, but the owner of the manor himself agreed to it, so the Dream Witch could not say anything.

The Dream Witch stared into Eli's eyes and exclaimed, "What beautiful blue eyes."

However, in the face of the Dream Witch's praise, Eli did not respond with a single word of gratitude. The reason was that although the Dream Witch seemed to be looking into his eyes, in fact, she was not really appreciating his eyes.

The fact was just as Eli expected, the Dream Witch looked through his eyes and recalled the first time she met the owner of the manor. At that time, she was also deeply attracted by the beautiful blue eyes, and secretly thought: How wonderful it would be if I could dig them out and keep them?

However, after a short time together, the Dream Witch quickly realized that the owner of the manor was far more charming and interesting than those eyes. Therefore, the original idea was abandoned.

But now, the Dream Witch stared at Eli's eyes, which were created by the Lord in Yellow based on the blue eyes of the manor owner, and she began to think about the thoughts that she had long since given up.

She couldn't move her best friend's eyes, so could she not move this human's eyes? The idiot Lord in Yellow couldn't beat her at all. The gods usually used the simplest way of communication, that is, whoever had the greater power had the final say.

The Lord in Yellow is no match for the Dream Witch, so even if the Dream Witch digs out Eli's eyes now, the Lord in Yellow will not be able to say anything.

but...........

"If you do that, I will end my friendship with you."

I could guess without even thinking that the Dream Witch wanted to do something when she stared at Eli's eyes with that expression.

If I were just an ordinary human being, I might choose to turn a blind eye, but unfortunately......

"I've said it before, you are not allowed to touch anyone in my manor. Don't make me angry with you for this, and don't let any rift occur between us, okay?" The manor owner's voice was low and firm, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Hearing what the manor owner said, the Dream Witch could only reluctantly withdraw her hand, with a hint of helplessness and loss in her eyes. Because it was just as the manor owner said, she didn't want to lose a good friend who shared the same ideals as her because of this matter, and she didn't want to make an enemy because of this and become an enemy who would never give up.

"Okay, okay, you really treasure your believers." The Dream Witch sighed, with a hint of ridicule and dissatisfaction in her tone. But she knew that the manor owner's decision could not be changed, so she could only accept this fact.

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Even though things have come to this, if the Dream Witch does not take a small revenge on the manor owner, she will not be the Dream Witch.

That night, Carl had a nightmare.

The content of the dream is like this————

"Mom, mom, mom, mom...."

Carl shouted loudly, his voice full of fear and despair. He saw the owner of the manor walking slowly forward with his back to him, his steps slow but firm. Carl ran desperately, trying to catch up with Him, but no matter how fast he ran, he could not shorten the distance between him and the owner of the manor.

Carl kept chasing, with only one thought in his mind: catch the owner of the manor, hold him, and make sure he would never leave.

Even if he fell to the ground, he would immediately get up and continue to move forward. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, but he didn't care.

Finally, the owner of the manor stopped, and Carl felt a glimmer of hope. He thought he finally had a chance to hug his mother. However, when the owner of the manor turned around, Carl was stunned. He saw that the owner's belly was bulging high, as if something was growing inside.

At this moment, Jack suddenly appeared. He gently hugged the manor owner's belly and then kissed the manor owner's cheek tenderly. This scene shocked Carl, and what surprised him even more was that the manor owner did not resist, but showed an expression of enjoyment.

Only after finishing the above actions did the owner of the manor seem to notice Carl standing aside. She turned her head and looked at Carl indifferently, as if he was just a stranger. Carl's heart was instantly broken into countless pieces. He couldn't understand why his mother treated him like this.

After realizing that his mother finally noticed him, Carl stretched out his arms as usual and wanted his mother to hug him.

Unfortunately, this time there is no...

"Karl, you can play by yourself for a while."

This was the first time that the owner of the manor rejected Carl. He stroked his belly gently, turned and left.

Then the scene jumped and Carl saw the next scene.

The manor owner's belly had deflated, replaced by a small baby in the crib in front of Him.

The owner of the manor gently coaxed the baby in the crib, just as He had gently coaxed Carl at that time.

"Mom............" Carl quietly walked to the side of the manor owner and called out "Mom" in a low voice.

"Karl, be quiet and don't disturb him."

This time, the owner of the manor didn't even raise his head. All his attention was on the baby in the crib, and he completely ignored Karl.

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Carl woke up from his nightmare.

He grabbed the quilt and shed tears of grievance. Even though he knew that all this would never come true and he would always be his mother's most beloved baby, he still couldn't help but want to cry.

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"Carl, baby, what happened? Can you tell me?"

I said to Carl, who was hugging me like a koala hugging a tree, with some concern and a little speechlessness.

I don’t know what happened to Carl, but when he saw me again, he hugged me tightly and refused to let go no matter what I said.

Carl: Mom, don't leave me.