The Witch

Ji Lang took the person back to his office, threw the shopping bag in his hand on the sofa, and asked, "Why did you buy such a thing?"

Slippers, underwear, it feels like necessities for a temporary stay in a hotel.

"The clothes in the mall are too expensive, so I only bought the urgently needed ones, and I plan to buy the rest online." Wu Miao said.

Ji Lang was startled, yes, she was only eighteen years old, and she probably didn't have much money.

"I'll transfer you a certain amount of money, and you can buy some more." As he said, Ji Lang took his mobile phone from his desk and opened WeChat to transfer money to Wu Miaomiao.

"No, I have money myself."

"Take it." Ji Lang didn't believe it. He knew the brand of the pair of slippers. He bought it at a cheap mall store for ten yuan. Underwear, he didn't have much research on women's underwear, anyway, it was definitely not expensive.

Besides, in order to cure insomnia over the years, he has spent less than a hundred or hundreds of thousands of money, so he could not lose money by relying on Wu Miaomiao's ability to make him fall asleep.

"drop!"

As soon as Ji Lang transferred the money, he received the receipt reminder, and the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched: This girl, she said nicely, and the speed of collecting money is not slow at all.

Wu Miaomiao's idea of ​​collecting money is very simple. Anyway, Ji Lang is his father-in-law, the master said, husband and wife are the closest relationship in the world, and you can't be too close. Too far apart, the relationship is strange. She and Ji Lang didn't have a deep relationship, but they couldn't be estranged because of the money.

"I will spend it well." Wu Miaomiao said seriously.

"..." I didn't bother to pretend after I received the money.

"What did you give Beifan just now?" Ji Lang took the opportunity to ask when Wu Miaomiao was in a good mood after receiving the money.

"Bei Fan? Is that the little brother who had the nightmare just now?"

"Little brother?" The address was very kind.

"Isn't it?" Did you guess wrong.

"Yes, what's the matter with the doll you just gave him? Can it really get rid of the nightmare?" Ji Lang ignored Wu Miaomiao's name and continued to ask.

"Of course it is possible. There is my magic power on it. Putting on the dream doll to sleep, not only can you have a good dream, but you can also sleep until dawn. When you wake up the next day, your whole person will be refreshed." Wu Insignificant.

A dream doll with magic power? Could it be that I fell asleep yesterday because Wu Miaomiao had a dream doll on her body?

"Do you still have one? Give me one too." Ji Lang decided to come over and try one.

"Yes, yes, but it doesn't have much effect on you." Wu Miao said.

"Why doesn't it have much effect on me?" Ji Lang wondered.

"You are different from others. Others have nightmares are startled or frightened, or some kind of subconscious hint. But you are different, you are a nightmare, and nightmares are your ability, why do you want to dispel them? "Wu Miaomiao asked back.

Ji Lang's pupils trembled slightly, and asked with a calm face, "Do you know that I am a nightmare?"

"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao nodded calmly, as if this was nothing unusual.

Ji Lang subconsciously felt that Wu Miaomiao was sent by the metaphysical gang to deal with him, but after thinking about it, his mother said that Wu Miaomiao’s master had treated him with the magic of the witch clan when he was very young. . In this way, Wu Miaomiao's master should have known that he was a nightmare, and it would be no surprise that Wu Miaomiao knew that he was a nightmare.

"You know I am a nightmare, why marry me?" Ji Lang asked.

"It's not that I married you, but you married me." Wu Miaomiao corrected.

"Okay, even if I marry you, why?" Marry or something, whatever, Ji Lang was too lazy to argue.

"What and why? Is there any direct relationship between you being a nightmare and I want to marry you?" Wu Miaomiao asked back.

"Of course it does matter, because I am a nightmare and an evil thing, don't all of you in the metaphysical world hate evil things?" Ji Lang sneered.

"I am a wizard. The wizard doesn't hate evil things. Our practice method is different from that of most people." Wu Miaomiao explained, "The power of evil things can actually promote our practice."

"In other words, you are by my side, can you promote spiritual practice?" Ji Lang understood.

Wu Miaomiao nodded, and the wizard was close to the feminine power. Ji Lang Nightmare's physique could absorb these feminine powers from her dream, although if Ji Lang disagrees, she can't use it. But just living with Ji Lang every day can still catch up.

That's it.

Ji Lang finally understood the reason why Wu Miaomiao approached him. It turned out that just like the ghosts that approached him, he wanted to use himself to enhance his cultivation. But this is also good, knowing the other's intentions is better than not knowing the details.

"In that case, should we help each other?" Ji Lang said.

"Is there anything Xianggong wants me to help? Don't hesitate to say." Wu Miaomiao said generously.

"Yesterday...what method did you use to make me fall asleep?" Knowing that Wu Miaomiao wanted something from herself, Ji Lang asked more directly.

"Did I let you fall asleep yesterday? I remember I went to bed earlier than you." Wu Miaomiao was puzzled for a moment. Did she sleep in confusion yesterday?

"Ah..." Ji Lang didn't feel embarrassed to say that he secretly went to the study in the middle of the night, in order to sneak into the other's dreams, "Am I not a nightmare? So I often enter the dreams of others uncontrollably. Last night I was originally I was about to enter a person’s dream, but I didn’t know what happened in the middle, so I suddenly fell asleep.”

"That's it, then I know." In Ji Lang's expectant eyes, Wu Miaomiao turned out a doll that was slightly larger and more refined than the one that was given to Bei Fan just now. It's full."

"What is this?" Ji Lang asked.

"This is a cursed doll." Wu Miaomiao showed the doll to Ji Lang and introduced, "The cursed doll likes to devour the power of evil. After you fell asleep yesterday, the power of the nightmare overflowed, and it may have passed me by accident. Room, cursing the doll thought you were going to hurt me, so I swallowed your power."

"..." No, I'm not passing by.

Ji Lang looked away with a guilty conscience, as if the exquisite cursed doll could speak and complain.

"Then this kind of doll, can you give me one." If you have this kind of doll, will you be able to live a normal day without dreams and sleep until dawn.

"No way, I can only use the curse doll. Others will be unlucky if they take it." Wu Miaomiao refused.

Ji Lang pursed his lips. If he wants to get a good night's sleep in the future, he will have to "pass by" Wu Miaomiao's room? Although it is not impossible, but the "passing by" more times, you will always be found.

"Didn't you just say that my power can help you practice? The cursed doll absorbed my power, is it useful to you?" Ji Lang asked again.

"The power absorbed by the curse doll is useful to me." Wu Miaomiao nodded.

"Otherwise, every night from now on, you will let the cursed doll absorb my power and help you practice?" Ji Lang coaxed.

"Msang Gong, you are so kind to me." Wu Miaomiao was immediately moved.

Good or not, you are free, I just want to get a good night's sleep. Ji Lang was about to take the opportunity to make a wave of good feelings, when Wu Miaomiao shook his head with regret.

"But it won't work."

what? !

"Why not?" Ji Lang was a little anxious.

"Because my strength is limited, my practice pays attention to what I can do, and it's not enough. If I absorb too much strength, but can't digest it, I will get confused." Wu Miao said in a vague way.

"Fuck!"

Ji Lang seemed to hear the sound of broken dreams.

"Then how often can you absorb it."

This means that Ji Lang is willing to provide him with practice energy whenever he needs it. Wu Miaomiao was even more moved: "Msang Gong, you don’t need to do this. I will find a way to practice myself, and I don’t want to be a great witch. You don’t need that much energy."

I don't care if you are a great witch, I just want to sleep.

"I want to be nice to you, you just keep it, don't refuse." Ji Lang insisted.

At this time, there was a strange noise outside the door, as if someone had stepped on their feet. Ji Lang frowned and looked over: "Who?!"

"Ah, the boss is me." Dong Yongyuan knocked on the door with a glass of juice on the tray, with a complicated expression, "I'll give... the boss... the juice. The boss, orange juice, okay?"

"Yes, thank you." Wu Miaomiao took the orange juice.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Then I'll go out first, you continue, continue." Dong Yongyuan exited with some panic, and then rushed all the way downstairs, exaggerating in the sight of Shan Junyi and Yiguan Gossip. The recounting of what he saw and heard just now.

"Guess what I heard when I walked to the door?"

"What?!" The two were very cooperative.

"The boss said to the boss, I think you are right, you just keep it, don't refuse." Dong Yongyuan repeats Ji Lang's tone perfectly.

"Wow~~~ So that little girl is really the boss?"

"It's still false. I just called the grandfather directly. Did you see the boss rebutting?"

"But I didn't see it. Our boss, a gloomy writer of horror novels, actually took the lead in dating, disappointed, disappointed."

"Are you going to be horrible? Can we still have a boss?"

"Yes."

Dong Yongyuan glanced at Bei Fan, who was sleeping on the sofa with a pillow, and said, "Xiao Bei sleeps really well."

"80% have a sweet dream. We have heard him smirk several times just now." Shan Junyi said, "Don't say it, the lady boss is a pretty good dream doll."

"So, why the incense of the temple is still so vigorous in the scientific society, and there are still fortune-telling under the overpass, because people need faith and some beautiful psychological hints." Yi Guandao.

"But it's a coincidence. This Bei Fan just happened to have a nightmare. The lady boss just happened to have such a doll, and it seemed to have the mystery of a minority.

It’s not a coincidence. Thinking of the Meimeng doll, Dong Yongyuan walked over thoughtfully, squatted in front of the sofa, looked at the Meimeng doll that Bei Fan was holding for a long time, then took a few pictures and saved In the phone.