Selection Tournament

"Let's see which witches came to this little invitational?" Du Lingxuan rubbed her hands together.

The Giant Cat Lamp beside her swiftly slipped into the small lounge used by the giant cats, where the cats were playing games!

Jiang Han affectionately rested her head on Xuan Bao's shoulder, then covered her mouth and began to giggle again a moment later.

"Han Bao, stop fooling around. Your big sister hasn't been to Qinhuai in South City for ages." With willpower strong enough to be called formidable, Du Lingxuan managed to pull herself free a little and explained between breaths, "Sisters in the audience, you saw it—the fairy made the first move."

"Heh." Jiang Han swished her tail, then slowly sprawled behind Gu Bao, resting her chin over her little sister's shoulder from behind as they watched the comments together.

Luckily, Gu Bao was also a witch of unwavering will and firmly refused to do anything that would leave Han Bao weeping behind iron bars.

Fun fact: Gu Bao was the little witch. Strictly speaking, Han Bao was already an adult.

Unruffled in the face of danger, she reached back to scratch the chin of the meowing Han Bao behind her, then turned her head and smiled dashingly, displaying the bearing of a gallant witch to perfection.

This wouldn't do!

Doesn't this make me look like someone whose efforts have come to nothing? Jiang Han lowered her voice and, biting her lip, murmured into Chen Ligu's ear:

"Mommy, Mommy."

Chen Ligu's composure shattered in a second. She nearly dropped her controller—and nearly smashed Du Lingxuan's computer.

Xuan Bao stared at the two in astonishment.

"You two play that hard?"

"Hehe." Jiang Han pressed a hand to her cheek, her eyelids half-lowered, and gave a soft laugh.

"Don't listen to her nonsense." Chen