I'm really a witch

With Darcy's promise of "I will listen to you on the honeymoon trip", Circe's mind is activated.She was not a person who could settle down, if she didn't have anything interesting to do, she couldn't imagine how boring such a life would be.

"Let's travel to another era." After returning home later, Circe leaned on the bed and suggested solemnly.

"Other times?" Darcy sat beside her, looking a little dazed.

"...I thought you would be very excited." Circe pouted, "Don't you think such a plan is very interesting?"

"You know I don't mean that." Darcy ruffled her long hair, "I'm just a little surprised."

Circe squinted his eyes after being rubbed by him, obediently rubbed against his palm, and patted him on the body, finding a comfortable seat to nest.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Darcy ran along her hair for a while, and the tip of his nose was full of the girl's aroma after bathing.

"It didn't come to me suddenly." Circe turned to look at him in surprise, "Didn't I mention that I'm from the future?"

Yes, you didn't say that.Darcy was stunned for two seconds, then helplessly helped his forehead: "You never mentioned it."

"What, I thought I told you everything last time." Circe muttered twice, forcing himself to put on a righteous look, "Well, then you know now."

Probably because this is his magical little girl, so no matter what strange things happen to her, it seems to be taken for granted.Darcy found an excuse for himself, took her words and asked her about her past life to hide the vague uneasiness in her heart.

Circe ignored his question immediately.She adjusted her posture in Darcy's arms so that she could look at him face to face: "What are you worried about? You don't seem to be in a good mood." She frowned slightly, looked Darcy up and down, her little face almost Pasted up.

Darcy pinched the soft flesh on the little girl's cheek, seeing her serious expression turned into a strange look under his hands, he couldn't help laughing: "Why do you think I'm in a bad mood?"

Being pinched so hard to speak, Circe struggled to urge him to let go, and covered her face vigilantly the moment Darcy let go: "Have you forgotten the contract at the wedding?" She lifted her chin triumphantly, "I remember You were very moved at that time!"

Darcy raised his eyebrows and just looked at her without saying a word.So Circe froze again: "You are so boring." She muttered, "Our souls are now intertwined, and of course I can feel any emotional changes in you, and vice versa , don't you feel it at all?"

To be honest, the little girl's emotions are so straightforward and easy to understand, Darcy really never thought about it.His eyelids trembled, and he nodded seriously: "Of course I feel something."

Satisfied, Circe nestled herself back as it was, and rubbed her hands: "Don't worry, I will never let anyone take your soul away!" Such a beautiful soul was successfully marked by her, I really want to It makes people happy to think about it.Circe recalled the companionship contract dug out from the ancient book of Kletika, and felt very happy.

This was originally a magic that would only be used in combination with other factions or other races. It's just that most Kletikas would not make such a choice.There is no particular reason, simply because it is not cost-effective.

The Kletikas are a very special faction of wizards. Their soul strength is one of the best, and few can match it, let alone such talent as Circe.When this contract was invented, it had only one function, that is to connect the souls of both parties and share soul power.If the two strengths are equal, they can naturally influence each other to go further.But if one party's soul is far inferior, then this contract is very tasteless.

Circe's conclusion of this contract is tantamount to consuming more than half of her power to strengthen Darcy's soul, which is of no benefit to her at all.She was the only one who was happy as if she had picked up a big deal.

However, Circe's talent and accomplishments in magic are really nothing to say.Even if she wasn't at her best, it wasn't too difficult for her to travel through time and space.The first time he was born, the second time he was acquainted, and with the experience from the past, Circe would be much more comfortable drawing the magic circle.Not to mention that there is no shortage of various materials in this era, which saves a lot of effort than she did before.

She even took Darcy's body with her this time.Thinking of this, she felt that she was too simple at that time, the magic circle that crossed time and space really needed a strong soul state to pass, but what did this have to do with her putting away her body in advance?

Touching the soul core she used as a storage bag, Circe felt a little complicated.She can bring those messy things, why didn't she think of putting her body in it?Thinking of this, Circe couldn't help but cast a guilty glance at Cassandra's slick, golden-haired body.

The light of the magic circle became brighter and brighter, and the two big and one small, beautifully colored soul balls disappeared in the center.

After all, it was the first time for Darcy to try this kind of time-traveling process, and he didn't quite get used to it. If he described this feeling in detail, it would be like experiencing motion sickness for the first time.So when he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw a familiar soul dumpling floating in front of his eyes, and under the dumpling were two... female corpses?

His eyes widened in fright, and he suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up on the spot, tensing his nerves.Beside his legs, a black cat that he had never seen before gave him a cold glance, passed him unhurriedly, and lay down right under the dumpling.

Probably feeling Darcy's sobriety, Tuanzi, no, it was Circe who spoke.It is actually not appropriate to say that it is a mouth, after all, a soul cannot open its mouth to speak, but if it is facing the object of the soul binding, it does not need to care about this.Accompanied by the subtle flicker of the soul ball, a familiar female voice sounded in Darcy's head: "Which one do you like?"

"Huh?" Darcy didn't respond, and asked in a daze, "What do you like?"

Tuanzi floated around the two "female corpses" and drew his attention: "Didn't you see it? Look here, I'll let you pick one!"

Darcy's eyebrows twitched, and then he focused his gaze on it, and said hesitantly, "This is..."

"Me!" Circe jumped up and down in the air, urging him, "Hurry up and choose, I've been struggling for a long time!"

Why would I ever need to pick a body for my wife?Darcy took a deep breath calmly, trying to calm down his fluctuating heart.But what can he do?If he didn't help Circe make the choice, he believed the blob could stay aloft for a long time.

Sighing, Darcy resigned to his fate and leaned over to observe the two "corpses".In fact, he didn't mind whichever face Circe used, it was his little girl anyway.But if he really said that, I'm afraid the little girl will miss him for a long time.

Darcy is squatting here, and Circe is rubbing against his face. The little girl's brisk voice echoed in his mind: "Isn't my face beautiful before? Many people praised me for being born well! Um , if I’m here, it’s actually more convenient to use my original body, but I’m worried that you won’t be used to it.”

She seemed to have turned into a little bee: "But men should want their other half to be more beautiful, don't you think?" After all, the main thing is that the original body should be more comfortable, Circe tried to buzz.

"You actually prefer to use your original body, don't you?" Darcy pulled the dumpling into his arms and rubbed it, with a helpless tone.

"...I didn't say that." Tuanzi jumped in his arms and changed the subject, "Hurry up and choose!"

"Then use your original body." Darcy stood up holding the dumpling.

"Look, you also think my original body looks good, don't you?" Circe happily floated out of his arms, jumped twice on his chest, and then melted into it.

After a while, the little black-haired girl sat up on the ground.She rubbed her face with the back of her hand, then stretched out her hand to touch the other "self" lying on the side, then held her face and looked at Mr. Darcy standing on the side: "Do I look good?"

"Pretty, you are the prettiest." Darcy now boasted that his little girl had become more proficient.

So with a wave of his hand, Circe took the other "self" into the core, and quickly got up.She tugged at the hem of the long skirt in disgust, and decided to take a good bath before changing clothes.Although the time point of her positioning was half an hour after she left, the psychological disgust was another matter.

Pulling Darcy past, Circe greeted Cassandra: "Sandy, let's go, go upstairs."

"Sandy?" Before feeling the tender skin in his palm for a long time, Darcy was surprised.

The surprise on Circe's face was no less than his: "I must have said that! I remember! Sandy is a cat!"

Darcy couldn't help but looked at the black cat several times, trying to see the shadow of the golden retriever from it: "...So it's really a cat."

Shrugging her shoulders, Circe pulled people out of the basement: "Sandy is a cat," she looked around, and her eyes fell back on Darcy, "You should change your clothes."

Only then did Darcy take a serious look at the skirt on Circe.It was a long skirt, but it was quite different from the ones he was used to.The fabric looks much softer, the round neckline is ruffles, and the waist is loosely gathered, making the girl's waist appear slender.An ankle is exposed under the skirt, and there are a pair of plush shoes on the feet?

Seeing his eyes on her, Circe blushed for no reason. She tugged at the hem of her skirt a little awkwardly, and whispered, "Oh, don't look, I'm wearing a nightdress." Hidden by shoes The toes curled up, "I'm going to change clothes, you..."

The little girl frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly her eyes lit up, and she snapped her fingers in a sudden realization.A magazine fluttered from under the coffee table to Circe, and was grabbed and handed to Darcy: "Look at this first, please tell me if you like the style, I will be ready soon."

Pushing Darcy to the sofa to sit down, Circe knocked on the coffee table, put out desserts and black tea, lowered his head to stick a sticker on his cheek, and ran away stepping on his slippers: "Just give me a quarter of an hour!"

Darcy touched his face, and obediently opened the brightly colored cardboard book in his hand.