My brother couldn't be a corrupted magical girl.

Chapter 37 Witch

After the pure white viper entered the living room, a snow-white pentagram array appeared beneath it.

The Lolita dress accentuated her slender figure, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, and her dark eyes held a slightly aloof and weary expression.

She exuded an air of nobility, with a black bow-tie skirt that drooped slightly, the hem of the skirt trimmed with black lace, and her face was simply made up.

His aloof expression crumbled the moment he saw Iris, revealing a hint of anger. "You Abyss people don't keep your word."

"What do you mean by that? Didn't you say that if we couldn't rescue them, we'd destroy the evidence?" Iris replied lazily.

The woman in the white dress twitched slightly at the corner of her mouth. The other party's ability to lie through his teeth was getting better and better, but when she thought that the other party was her sugar daddy, she had to maintain a polite smile on her face, but her words had a tone of gritted teeth.

"The people escorting them were just a few insect-like special agents. What's so difficult about rescuing them?"

"Fifty thousand." Iris tilted her head.

The woman in the white dress laughed, annoyed by the other person's dismissive words.

"You think you can get rid of us with just 50,000? These four apostles have been trained by us for several months."

Iris snorted coldly. Months of training, and she couldn't even beat a little girl? But she couldn't be bothered to argue.

"Five hundred thousand."

The woman in the white dress was tempted. There were plenty of thugs around these days; she could easily summon a few with a wave of her hand. And these four apostles, over the years, had proven to be quite loyal.

"We've invested a lot in them, and they've undergone trials that have left their mark on the abyss."

Iris added another sentence casually.

Five million.

The woman in the white dress fell silent; the other party's arrogance had completely broken down her psychological defenses.

"Besides that, we also need those special operations team members. If they're killed, their bodies will suffice."

"Aren't you at odds with the security situation? What do you want their bodies for?"

Iris narrowed her eyes and said with a smile.

"You don't need to worry about this; we have our own uses for it."

Fortunately, Iris didn't bother to dwell on the topic. "How's the job we asked you to do last time?"

The other party changed the subject, easing the woman in the white dress's awkward expression. She nodded.

"The matter you entrusted to us last time has been completed. When will the goods be delivered to you?"

Having obtained the information she wanted, Iris felt confident and calmly shook her head.

"No rush, let's wait a bit longer."

The woman in the white dress looked somewhat unfocused as she thought about the shabby state of her organization.

"but......"

Iris glanced at the other person's deep dark circles under their eyes, which didn't seem to be from makeup, and couldn't help but find it amusing.

"One hundred Meteorite Abyss Stones a day, ten Lunar Eclipse Abyss Stones, and one Sunfall Abyss Stone, that's all. When we cooperated before, you were always talking like that, calling us ants and stuff, all domineering. How come today, this chuunibyou has suddenly become normal?"

The woman in the white dress looked somewhat bitter as she replied, "There are too many people in the villainous organization. If I continue acting like a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) for even a little while longer, I won't be able to survive."

Iris paused for a moment, then chuckled. "What, seeing that we Abyss are making moves, you witches are also planning to get involved?"

"You guys in the Abyss take the lion's share, it's not unreasonable for us to get a little scrap too, is it?"

"But aren't you human beings too?"

"Isn't human history essentially a history of war?"

When the topic came up, the woman in the white dress seemed completely unconcerned.

"Ha, you witches are truly despicable creatures."

Iris's words carried a hint of disdain, but the woman in the white dress seemed unfazed, instead asking with some confusion:

"Do you know a short, flat-chested girl with a scythe? I think one of your demon princesses uses a scythe as a weapon."

The topic was changed so quickly that Iris couldn't keep up.

What hair color?

"Light purple," the woman in the white dress replied, recalling the features her older sister had described.

"Don't worry, they're not one of ours. Demoness Illusion Butterfly has long, deep purple hair and a curvaceous figure. Your sister probably ran into a patrolling mage. You guys should probably stay safe for now."

Iris hesitated for a moment, then chuckled softly.

The woman in the white dress nodded. Magical magical artifacts come in all shapes and sizes; it's normal to have one or two that look similar. However, she still offered a reminder:

"If you encounter her, you'd better deal with her. She's not only our enemy, but also yours. Magical girls and abyssal monsters have always been locked in a life-or-death struggle."

Iris picked up her black tea, touched it lightly to her lips, and this time her gaze was much colder, though her voice remained light and alluring:

I know what I'm doing.

Black tea has a fruity aroma, a smooth texture, and a sweet taste, making it one of her favorite drinks.

After a while, the other party remained seated, showing no intention of leaving.

Iris asked, somewhat puzzled, "Is there anything else?"

"Nothing's wrong, but you haven't paid me yet!"

After saying that, the woman in the white dress stared longingly at the iris, blinking her eyes repeatedly.

"The password is still the same, and there are five million inside."

A black bank card with gold patterns was left on the tea table.

Iris, who had thrown out the card, picked up her teacup without even blinking, looking extremely arrogant.

"Miss Iris is so generous. I wish your business in the Abyss great success, booming prosperity, and continued prosperity."

The woman in the white dress accepted the black card, offering one blessing after another.

"Get lost if you have nothing else to do!"

"Okay."

The woman in the white dress came quickly and left quickly.

Iris stood up, looked down, and her gaze settled on the game room on the second floor.

Two beautiful young girls sat in front of a vintage arcade machine, the cacophony of button clicks particularly jarring.

As time went on, more and more spectators gathered around them.

On one hand, it's about the love for this childhood game.

On the other hand, these two beautiful girls are not only pretty, but also very good at games, with each game going back and forth.

After playing several rounds in a row, Huan Die's expression was no longer as indifferent as at the beginning, and her gaze towards Xia Qing was filled with smiles.

"How about it, want to come again?"

"I'm not coming anymore, Little Butterfly is so amazing."

Xia Qing leaned closer to Huan Die, her face full of admiration.

joke,

In the last century, I grew up hanging out in arcades, and my ability to play for an entire afternoon with just one coin was no joke.

"We've played games and gone to the anime convention, let's exchange contact information! Let's hang out together next time."

Xia Qing's small hand once again skillfully took the girl's small hand, while her other hand raised the WeChat QR code on her phone.

Phantom Butterfly: "..."

Oh no, I've been tricked! Are girls these days really this good at picking up girls?!

After reluctantly scanning the other party's QR code, Huan Die looked at Iris, who had arrived late, with a resentful expression.

"How was your time, Xiaodie? Did you have fun with these two older sisters?"

"..."

Huan Die watched the two girls leave, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded: "Not bad."

Overall, aside from being taken advantage of by that magical girl a few times today, she had a pretty good time.

The variety of anime characters dazzled her.

"I'm glad you had fun. Let's go shopping and I'll buy you some pretty dresses."

"No need, we still have some at home." Huan Die said this through gritted teeth.

Every time the two met, Iris would buy her a dress, although she usually gave most of them to her younger sister.

However, there were still a few outfits that were completely unsuitable for my younger sister, as her upper body was too small to fit properly.

It would be such a waste to lose them, as these dresses are all very expensive, and she was reluctant to part with them.

"Those dresses are all ones you used to wear. You're growing now, so it's time to buy you new ones."

Iris glanced at a certain spot on the phantom butterfly, her gaze carrying a pointed meaning.

"I'm okay with going shopping for clothes with you, but it absolutely cannot exceed one hour."

Huan Die wanted to struggle a little longer; accompanying a woman shopping was too torturous.

"No, it has to be two hours."

Iris shook her head and held up two fingers, waving them.

Why?

Huan Die found it strange that it had to take two hours.

"You went shopping with your sister yesterday, and you spent two hours trying on clothes!"

Iris glanced at the darkening sky and replied casually.

"Are you spying on me?"

Huan Die's face darkened, and she clenched her fist, seemingly somewhat angry.

"No, I own that clothing store."

Iris shook her head again, pulled up the video image on her phone, and placed it in front of Phantom Butterfly.

"So you're all sweet and clingy, huh? I won't go next time."

Huan Die sighed, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"It's okay. I have some shares in the surrounding clothing chain stores."

Iris chuckled and unleashed another pair of trump cards.

Well, you're rich, you're awesome!