The witch of dreams licked her lips, then smiled charmingly. "I do have such organs, but all my children are malformed. Would you like to give it a try?"

Yang Ze could admit that the witch of dreams' appearance was indeed very charming, but who knew what lay behind such an exterior? Perhaps she was like the king of evil, whose body was a mass of slime, of sticky fluid, that gave out a noxious stench.

Yang Ze hurriedly hid behind Zhang Lie. He might be able to accept a pile of slime, but if she were a chimera of some sort...

The witch of dreams sighed upon seeing Yang Ze's reaction. "It's a pity. I wanted a human child."

Zhou Ying asked curiously, "It doesn't sound...