The little plastic duck stood listlessly on the ground, showing no reaction to the spell.
Little Mireya crouched down and poked it.
"Quack!" Xu Cheng cooperatively mimicked a duck's sound from the side, catching Mireya's attention.
As Little Mireya turned her head, Xu Cheng tackled her from behind, and the two rolled together on the floor.
How stunning Mireya used to be, Xu Yang thought quietly to himself. His Digital Mind had recorded all the witches he had met. She was tall, with exaggerated curves that seemed ready to burst forth, clothed entirely in black leather that accentuated her figure, with heavy makeup and an aura of eerie seduction.
But now, Mireya was merely a Little Witch of about seven or eight years old, dressed in a black pleated skirt, resembling a Little Princess, playing alongside Xu Cheng and Bubble.
Her magic power...
