Chapter 754: Plastic Father-Daughter Bond

The center of the commotion was a clothing store. Those screaming fangirls were all pressed against the store's glass display window, watching with excitement as the man inside, who was smiling bitterly, acted as a mannequin for trying on clothes.

He was indeed a rare and beautiful man.

His height of over one meter eighty, while not excessively tall among witches, was exactly the most aesthetically pleasing range for the general public. It was just right, especially since the man's body proportions were excellent; just standing there gave one a sense of steadfastness and uprightness, like a green pine.

His physique was also beyond reproach. He had just been changed into a relatively cool summer outfit, allowing one to vaguely glimpse the muscles on his body, which were also just the right amount of strong.

If they were a few degrees larger, he would appear bloated and clumsy, and if they were a few degrees smaller, he would be slightly too thin, failing to provide a sufficient sense of security.

Moreover, having a physique and height alone wasn't enough; the most important thing was posture and habits. Good posture has a huge impact on a person's attractiveness.

Some people, even if you can't see their face and they are dressed in rags, stand in a crowd and look as noble as a prince.

Conversely, there are those who, despite being dressed in silks and satins and having faces full of "technology," only make others think they are a pheasant pretending to be a phoenix, putting on airs.

And the man in the store was undoubtedly the former.

Even though he was smiling bitterly, being toyed with like a changing-room mannequin, every move he made was filled with a mysterious handsomeness and elegance. It was a natural temperament that came from the bones, what is known as "character," and it didn't give people a sense of affectation.

Of course, at the end of the day, whether it's humans or witches, one ultimately looks at the face, especially with witches. Because of the race's high average attractiveness, their requirements for looks are even more harsh and picky than those of mortals.

But this man was truly handsome: sword-like brows and starry eyes, with deep and rugged features. This should have been the standard configuration for a tough guy, yet those eyes were peach-blossom eyes full of charm. Especially when he smiled and squinted slightly, his eyes were filled with doting tenderness, intoxicatingly gentle. (Referencing the peak Jiao Shu, and even higher spec; smile. I haven't watched TV dramas for many years, but when it comes to handsome men, he is still the first impression. The Li Xunhuan and Erlang Shen of those years were truly stunning.)

Hmm, the so-called "dragon posture with phoenix eyes" might just be referring to this.

Even though this man was clearly no longer young and had reached middle age, time had not diminished his charm by even half. The few wrinkles on his face only made him appear more mature and steady.

It was as if he were a fine wine aged for many years; the longer it sits, the mellower and more fragrant it becomes.

Because witches are a long-lived species, everyone is generally quite young, and there is a bit of aesthetic fatigue. Therefore, compared to young handsome guys, this kind of handsome middle-aged uncle is actually more popular.

Dorothy blinked, watching the man in the display window who was constantly walking into the changing room under the direction of a short, red-dressed loli, and her expression was very awkward.

Damn, what kind of sin have I committed? Just out for a stroll, and I'm being force-fed cold dog food. Stepmother is showing off her man in fancy ways again.

Anne is an old offender. She used to love dragging Adam out for shopping when she had nothing to do, and while shopping, she wished she could make Adam wear a sign around his neck that said, "This is my man."

Sigh, anyway, as a young person, the Home Witch finds that level of cloying affection a bit hard to handle.

However, Adam's looks are truly top-tier. If one had to set a standard, this old dad's charm value probably wouldn't be inferior to her own little junior sister, Audrey. Maybe the hardware is slightly lacking, but the hardware score would be made up for by the temperament score.

After all, back then, the reason he could be chosen by Long Ma was precisely because of this set of the most impressive looks in the entire territory.

Beauty is only ever meant for the strong.

Dorothy's own "Divine Face" might have been inherited mostly from Adam.

Although the father and daughter have always been quite wasteful with their own looks—the Home Witch is always in various unpresentable "earthy girl" styles, and Adam, before meeting Anne, was also an uninhibited, rough guy who never knew how to tidy himself up, belonging to that standard type of bearded, wind-and-rain-exposed, ragged beggar adventurer.

It's only now, after marriage, that he's being dressed up by Anne every day, which is why he can look so presentable.

Of course, from the "whatever you want" expression on the old dad's face right now, Dorothy can tell that Adam is currently feeling life is meaningless. At his core, he is still that rough adventurer who wandered the earth back then.

High EQ: As expected of the creator of the Heart Contract, this wear-resistance is truly strong.

Low EQ: A wild boar can't appreciate fine bran.

Of course, the Home Witch has always been gloating about this. Although she was the one who sold Adam to Anne back then, that was because she knew her old dad was a tsundere.

Heh, if Adam were really as reluctant as he looks, he wouldn't follow Anne so readily every time she calls him to go shopping.

Tsk, this is the so-called "although I don't care much about dressing up, I like to see your happy smile because you dressed me up."

Heh, the little romantic moods of the old couple; the little witch, single for two lifetimes, can only have cold dog food shoved into her mouth and be done with it.

Fortunately, she isn't the only dog raised in the house.

Seeing that both Adam and Anne were there, Dorothy shifted her gaze and soon spotted her younger sister, Alice, squatting in the corner of the clothing store, bored, drawing circles on the ground.

Hmm, weak, pitiful, helpless, unloved, but wanting sister. jpg

And just as the Home Witch's gaze swept over the little witch, Alice suddenly gave a start, and the little ahoge on her head jumped.

Oh, my sister radar has moved; there must be a sister nearby.

The little witch suddenly raised her head and locked eyes with the Home Witch. Instantly, a sweet smile appeared on the face of the little witch, who had just been in an "I have abandoned the world" mode.

"Sister!"

Having seen her sister, those parents who were constantly feeding her dog food could be discarded. The little witch directly abandoned the two parents who were still obsessed with the dress-up mini-game, and then, almost like teleporting, appeared in front of the Home Witch, directly pouncing into her arms.

She hadn't seen her sister for several months and was in urgent need of a sister-energy recharge.

It's just a pity that her surprise attack was, as always, ruthlessly detained by a dragon-claw hand.

Dorothy held her sister's little head with one hand, blocking her pouncing posture, and then lifted her up by the head, the two locking eyes.

"Alice, how many times have I told you? You're already a big girl. You need to pay attention to etiquette when you're outside. Why are you always so reckless?"

The Home Witch lectured her sister, feeling somewhat speechless.

Although this sister seemed to be in the late stages of sister-obsession, she still wanted to try to save her.

"I'm not like this to everyone, you know. I'm super ladylike to others."

The little witch, receiving a head-pat, just giggled foolishly.

Hmm, she is super cold and aloof at school, alright? The so-called "flower on the high ridge" is her.

Dorothy: "..."

Fine.

The Home Witch put down her sister, feeling somewhat helpless, and then gave the little one a gentle hug.

Hmm, it really had been a long time since she'd seen Alice, and she had missed the little one quite a bit.

At this, the little witch was naturally full of happiness, but when she saw the other big sisters in the row behind her sister, her little face instantly fell.

Tsk, no wonder the sisterly bond has faded. So, sister, you have other sisters outside. I knew it. If we hadn't bumped into each other today, I'm afraid you wouldn't have even remembered you had a sister like me.

Alice thought indignantly.

Although, just as she finished thinking this, her little head received a loving flick from her sister.

"What kind of nonsense are you thinking about at such a young age? Read fewer romance novels and study more magic spells, alright?"

Dorothy interrupted her sister's self-pitying mental theater, feeling annoyed.

And at this moment, the other sisters nearby were also looking at the two's little interaction with some curiosity. Except for Lucifiel, everyone else was quite curious.

They had all seen little Alice before and knew that this cute little witch was Dorothy's sister, but they didn't really recognize the handsome uncle and the red-dressed loli in the room, and those two seemed to have a deep relationship with Alice and Dorothy.

But come to think of it, this uncle and that red-dressed witch seemed a bit familiar; everyone seemed to have seen them somewhere before.

"Well, that uncle is the eldest young lady's father, and the witch in the red dress is Alice's mother."

Beside them, the Fallen Angel miss introduced them to everyone with malicious intent.

And as soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere among everyone instantly changed.

The little fairy's father?

The eldest miss's father?

Senior sister's father?

Senior Mia, Madeline, and Audrey instantly became serious and solemn.

They suddenly remembered what was up with this sense of familiarity. Wasn't this handsome uncle that handsome priest father of Dorothy's in the Witch's Night? And the red-dressed witch also seemed to be that mother of Alice, the City Lord of the City of Sin, in the Witch's Night...

Hiss... no way, you guys are really father and daughter, mother and daughter in reality?

The three were somewhat surprised, but this was clearly not the point. The point was that they had met the parents when they were caught off guard.

Who could handle this kind of thing?

Alright, the little fox was just there to make up the numbers; her social anxiety had flared up again. Where would she have the courage to interact with a man? But if it was the senior sister's father, that was also an elder, and not greeting him seemed impolite.

The little fox was very conflicted.

As for the Golden Princess and the Succubus Witch, their minds were spinning with eight hundred schemes in a second, both thinking about how to leave a perfect impression on the uncle during their first meeting with the parents.

"Damn it, I forgot to bring a gift when I went out today."

Senior Mia was very annoyed. This kind of chance encounter on the street caught her off guard. However, it wasn't a big problem; after all, the clothing store where the uncle was currently located was actually under the Golden Township. Quick, quick, fill it up.

As for Madeline, the Succubus Witch took a serious look at that father of the eldest miss in the clothing store, and then suddenly realized.

Wow, the uncle seems to be a peer.

The Paladin's model miss smelled an incomparably pure aura of Holy Light.

Great, I have a huge advantage in this wave.

However, Dorothy didn't notice the conflict of the sisters behind her. She just looked up, speechless, at her witch hat that was shaking almost into electric mode.

"Senior, what's wrong with you? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

The Home Witch didn't quite understand what kind of nonsense this hat senior was up to now.

And loosen your tentacles; you're pulling my hair. If you pull any harder, my scalp is going to come off.

"Nothing, I'm just suddenly a bit cowardly. Qian Bao, is the uncle inside really your father?"

Senior Senior Fan Ni's voice was trembling, and she asked this with undisguisable fear in her voice.

"Uh, could this be fake? Haven't you noticed that I still look a bit similar to him? The eyes are almost the same."

Dorothy replied, feeling somewhat confused.

Her peach-blossom eyes were inherited from Adam. The father and daughter did have a little similarity, although Adam's handsomeness was just average in front of the Home Witch's Divine Face. Calling him handsome was just giving the old dad face, smile.

"..."

After receiving the Home Witch's affirmative answer, Senior Senior Fan Ni fell silent.

After a long while, she spoke again.

"Qian Bao, do you remember me telling you before that I saw my own death in the Gate of Hell?"

She said this.

"Uh..."

The Home Witch was stunned, but she remembered this quite clearly.

"Hmm, I remember. You said you died miserably, flipping over in various ways. Some were chopped to death by the Three Kings, some were stared to death by a glance, and some were killed by a single sword strike from a mortal uncle. It was quite absurd..."

Dorothy had just wanted to continue, and then she caught the keyword.

Mortal uncle?

Ah, this...

"Senior, don't tell me the uncle who killed you looked like this?"

The Home Witch asked this, looking at Adam, who had already noticed her outside the store and was happily walking toward the entrance.

"Yeah, who else could it be but him?"

Senior Senior Fan Ni trembled even more violently. She felt as if she could feel the phantom pain of being beheaded by a sword. Really, that hero's sword strike was so painful.

She had been wondering why that death was so inexplicable before; after all, she was already omnipotent at that time, so how could she be killed by just anyone? But now, the case was solved.

Oh my god, this isn't just anyone; this is the Saint's own father.

Damn.

And seeing that Adam had already arrived in front of them, the Hat Senior instantly closed her eyes and played dead, even though in her perception, this uncle was a true mortal right now, at most his soul was a bit frighteningly brilliant.

Damn it, this uncle cannot be kept for long, otherwise he will surely become a great disaster in the future.

She really wanted to think this in a domineering way, but she was cowardly. After all, in the death scene, this uncle also had this mortal look. This was probably some "pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger."

Wuwuwu, Uncle, I am your daughter's familiar, I am super obedient.

Senior Senior Fan Ni prayed like this.

On the other side, Dorothy looked at Adam, who had walked up to her. The father and daughter looked at each other and just nodded.

Well, although he was her own father, there wasn't exactly an endless amount of things to say upon meeting. In fact, the father and daughter didn't have many words before either; they just talked when there was something to say and were busy with their own things when there wasn't.

However, the Home Witch remembered that she had brought specialties from the Yingzhou Island for Adam and the others.

So, she immediately felt around in her pocket and pulled out a few bags.

It's just that...

Clang.

A few Wu Shidao fell to the ground. And upon seeing these Wu Shidao, Dorothy suddenly remembered what she had forgotten before, and her little face turned pale with fright on the spot.

Oh no, I seem to have stood up my own mother again. This is the second time.

"Uh, Dorothy, what's wrong with you?"

Adam asked with concern when he saw his daughter's expression was not right.

And the Home Witch instantly put on a fawning smile.

"My dear Father, can you save your cute daughter's life? You only have one daughter, right? You wouldn't want to have no one to support you in your old age, would you?"

"Oh, look, I even brought you a gift. Isn't it thoughtful?"

Dorothy stuffed the package in her hand into her father's hands.

However...

"Can't save you, can't save you, goodbye. I think Anne can actually support me in my old age, so I won't trouble you young people."

Adam had indeed been quite happy to take the package, but now, seeing his daughter's ghostly behavior, how could he not know the mind of the daughter he had raised with his own hands?

Plastic father-daughter bond. ===== CHAPTER 755 =====