The witch spent all her efforts on her lover, trying her best to make her look like a real human being.

When the doll moved, the witch told herself that this was the girl he loved so much, the girl who loved him so much and would never change.

Even if she has false memories, cold body temperature, repeated words, nothing but a pink gas in her brain, and a dead heart beating in her chest——but she is Vivienne.

Did the witch deceive herself?he does not know.

Do witches love dolls?He doesn't know either.

But he keeps the doll with him all the time, it seems that only in this way can he fill his heart.

That day, the puppet acted like a baby to the witch, saying that she remembered the place where the two of them first met. It was a street with surprisingly narrow sidewalks. She accidentally bumped into the witch while running, and their love began.

"I want to go back and have a look." The puppet held its red face and smiled happily.

The witch also smiled and nodded, thinking to herself, so she didn't even remember their first meeting, and could only be filled with other people's love.

The witch never refused the puppet's request, even if it was just a fabricated memory, the sunk cost was too high to bear, and he couldn't expose the lie he told himself.

Even though it was extremely dangerous outside, the witch still took the puppet to the city and street she mentioned.

When the puppet pretended to bump into his arms inadvertently, and when she saw the happy smile on Vivienne's face, the witch felt that she also felt happy.

Then, he saw the angel smiling at him in the crowd.

What bad luck, thought the Witch.

At first, he didn't take this matter to heart. After all, there were many humans on the street. From the fact that the angel didn't show its wings and halo, it could be seen that he didn't want to attract attention, so there was a high probability that he would not attack them.

But soon, the witch realized that she was wrong. The angel didn't fold her wings to avoid the sight of humans. He just didn't want those non-human races to discover him in advance.

His purpose is only one - for better hunting.

The witch saw with her own eyes that the angel took away the soul of a human being blocking his way without blinking, and crushed it to pieces without hesitation. There was a happy smile.

The witch immediately dropped a magic item that disturbed her sight, pulled the puppet and quickly squeezed out of the crowd, and turned to escape to a more secluded place. He hid in the alley, covered the puppet's mouth, and quickly gave Someone who might be able to help has sent a message.

The puppet grabbed his hand and looked at him with panic eyes.

what happened?she seemed to be asking.

The witch was sweating and didn't speak, so the puppet reached out and hugged the witch tightly, just like every time in the past.

Her body temperature is cold, and her strength never changes. Every movement, every look in her eyes comes from the pink gas in her brain, and the heart that belongs to the dead.

Under normal circumstances, the witch should hug the doll back and comfort her softly, but at that moment, the witch who was caught in fear suddenly felt an indescribable exhaustion.

He didn't know what he was doing, this puppet, this puppet made up of haphazard things, was not the girl he had always loved at all.

The Vivian he loved was dead, under his entrustment, and the Vivian who loved him died even earlier.

What was the point of his lying for so long?Is he still loved?Who else is he in love with?

For the first time, the witch didn't hug the doll back, but grabbed the doll by the shoulders and roughly pushed her out of her arms.

The puppet froze in place, looking at him in disbelief.

The witch looked at the doll's expression with cold eyes, and felt that she was ridiculously ridiculous.

"What's wrong with you?" the puppet asked, "Why?"

Two lines of tears rolled down her eyes, but the witch knew well that they were not tears at all.

They come from the two water bladders on the head of the puppet, which he installed with his own hands. Because of the mist, because of the heart, the organs were touched, so they flowed out. In fact, the puppet didn’t feel it. Sadness, it doesn't know what sadness is at all, it's just a mass of materials put together by the witch.

What's more, although the doll's voice was not loud, the angel's ears were sharper, and his figure soon appeared at the entrance of the alley.

No one came to save him, so the witch took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate.

He knew that he was no match for the angel, and his only regret was that he woke up too late, and he wouldn't have died in such a place for no reason at all.

"Look what I found! A wizard! You don't go out very much these days, right? I thought I'd never meet you heretics." The angel said pleasantly.

"It's a witch," the witch corrected blankly, "It's my bad luck to meet you, I have nothing to say."

He closed his eyes, intending to at least die decently. The angel seemed to find his reaction amusing. He smiled and raised his legs to approach, one step, two steps, three steps...

The angel's footsteps stopped, and he was stopped.

It's a puppet. She opened her hands and stood in front of the angel. She turned her head to look at the witch. There was a light in her eyes that a witch had never seen before, sad and determined.

"Run!" she said.

Where does this light come from?The witch froze in place, wondering blankly, have I ever pressed such a device in her body?

Of course, it is impossible for a doll to stop an angel, she is no different from an ordinary human woman.

Just as naive, just as fragile.

The angel snapped off her limbs, revealing the resinous interior, and showed it to the witch.

"Good workmanship." He praised.

The puppet has no blood and no pain, but she still screams, almost piercing the witch's eardrum.

It was just a puppet, the witch thought she wouldn't feel anything, but in fact, he was trembling, because of despair, because of hatred, his heart was so painful that it almost burst open, it was no different from when he lost Vivienne.

Did the witch deceive herself?It seems so.

Did the witch fall in love with the puppet?It seems so.

The witch wanted to move, scream, and take the doll back from the angel's hands, but the pressure of death made his legs weak, and he lost all his strength. He could only watch the doll being pulled out heart.

When there was only one head left, the puppet stopped screaming. For some reason, she said to the witch, "I'm sorry."

In the next second, she was completely destroyed, the pink mist evaporated and disappeared, and something shiny fell into the air with the angel's open fingers and disappeared.

That was the second love the witch had.

"You know what happened later," the witch said indifferently, "By the way, the rescuers you brought in were very powerful. It would have been better if I hadn't been left alone in the alley. Thanks to the one who gave me first aid." Passers-by on the phone."

Miser glanced at him quickly, fell silent for a moment, and apologized dryly: "Yes... sorry for reminding you of this."

He was just asking casually, who knew that the witch would be so miserable, not only losing her lover, but also two...

The witch also fell silent. After a long time, she said with no expression on her face, "It's not the first time anyway."

Miser said, "Ah? Xi, are you used to it?"

The witch said indifferently: "I stabbed you twice, will you get used to it?"

Miser: "..." Probably not.

Miser said with rare guilt: "Then why not, I will give you a [-]% discount today."

Witch: "..."

The witch couldn't believe it: "Are you serious?"

Miser: "Then [-]% off? Don't look at me like that! [-]% off, [-]% off is fine!"

The witch took a deep breath, rolled her eyes, pushed the succubus aside, and sat down tremblingly on his chair.

Miser didn't dare to protest to the wounded, so he stood by and said, "Do you want to make another doll? The materials can be cheaper for you."

"No," said the Witch.

He already knew that even if he had a heart and love, he couldn't reproduce the same person. Since he had already failed, why try again.

What's more, even if he made another doll, he didn't know who it was for.

Miser hesitated for a while, then asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts," the witch said, knowing what he was asking, "it's like pulling out the heart and grinding it into a pulp with a meat grinder—since you're a demon, maybe you can physically practice it."

Miser: "...I don't know about other demons, but the succubus will die without a heart, okay?"

The witch didn't respond to him, but just clutched her chest and lowered her eyes and said, "This pain will last for a long time, Miser, since the moment I lost Vivienne, it hasn't stopped, day and night, restless... oh, It's gone now, it's just been replaced by another pain."

"There is no cure," said the witch, "at least not for me."

The witch took a deep breath and said, "There are so many heartless people in the world, why can't I be free?"

Miser knew that the witch was not lying, and he didn't know how to comfort him. He saw the unbearable and incurable pain in the witch's soul.

The succubus blinked, and said to himself: "It looks so scary, why don't you let it go?"

"Huh?" The witch didn't hear clearly, and asked, "Why don't you want it?"

Miser said without changing his face: "Discount, don't you want the discount? Anyway, you won't be a new doll anymore."

Witch: "...don't even think about it!"

Sure enough, the witch didn't want a discount, not only that, but also asked Miser to write the discount opportunities promised in the first two times as shopping coupons, which forced the succubus who wanted to renege on the debt to heartache, like a meat grinder for broken love.

The witch said speechlessly, "I'll kill you!"

"You know what!" Miser said, stretched out a hand towards the witch, and asked, "You promised to repay me and give me benefits? What about the benefits?"

The witch slapped him away with her uninjured hand, and hated the iron for not being able to make it. "I know how to stare at these petty profits every day, when will it be a big deal!"

Miser continued to stretch out his hand without hesitation.

The witch rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't I travel before?"

"Well, with your puppet." Miser said without hesitation.

Witch: "..."

The witch seemed eager to bite Miser, and said slowly, "Anyway, I know some guys from the sea, and I will introduce them to your store later, you know, the guys from the sea are very rich...and have souls. "

That's right, there are quite a few human beings who died at sea, and Miser bought mirage pearls in hell before, at that price, tsk tsk tsk, even if you don't collect souls, simply bartering with the races in the sea is enough to earn .

If this channel can be opened up, the income of Devil Department Store will at least double!

Miser's eyes were filled with gold coins in an instant, and the greedy succubus smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. He finally withdrew his hand in satisfaction and said, "This is not bad. If there is a similar business in the future, please introduce it to me!"

"Of course—" the witch stretched out her voice, and said meaningfully, "I'm not like some people who are stingy."

Miser argued confidently: "It's easy to say, just move your mouth, and I've lost real money!"

The witch snorted and ignored him.

But this time, among the witch’s many friends, only Miser was the one who really came to save him, and he was the one who risked his life. No matter what reasons other people had, no one held more importance in his heart than Miser. up.

The witch sat in the devil's department store for a while, quarreled with Miser several times, and then left tremblingly. Miser asked Harry to send the wounded man, and help him move the things he bought back, anyway, Bell The clerk sent by Finger was there, and the shop was well manned.

Thinking of Belphegor, Miser couldn't help but sigh again.

The question he hesitated seemed to have an answer.

Love can be said to be the most empty thing in the world, Miser thought, not only empty, but also easy to make people suffer.

Miser hesitated for a moment, clicked on his mobile phone, and dialed the number of the Demon King. He wanted to tell Belphegor that he didn't need to do so much for him, maybe they were only suitable for maintaining the current state.

However, after waiting for a long time, no one answered, and the phone hung up automatically.

The succubus stared at the phone in a daze. After a while, he put the phone away, put it in a drawer, and lay on the cash register without moving.

Even Miser himself didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved the moment the phone was hung up.

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