Cheng Moji

After Leng Xin went back, she told everyone the truth. The witch was silent and her brows were heavy. Leng Xin pretended not to know and didn't force her to ask.But there was a knock on the door, and it sounded again and again: "Mother, I know you are at home, and I will come to see you again."

The corner of Miko's mouth crooked into a smile, and the rest hid themselves.The sorcerer pushed the door open and walked in, holding some food in his hand, while leaning against the oncoming mother who was slowly approaching.

The man said: "Mother, aren't you going to invite your son to sit in the house?"

The witch turned around and walked straight into the house, while the witch followed behind, one in front of the other, looking like a full-fledged enemy.After entering the room and sitting down, the witch looked around carefully, as if looking for something.

"Mother, you are really kind to me!" the wizard said with a hint.

"My goodness, do you know?" the witch turned around and asked.

"I will never forget your kindness to me." His tone was harsh.

"Oh, then I'd like to thank you." The witch laughed, and she didn't have the patience to continue to fight fiercely. "Just tell me what you have! You don't need to talk around in circles, it's not like your style."

"Mother, are you dissatisfied with my son since he was a child?" the wizard asked.

"Why do you say that?" The witch asked following the topic.

"You have hidden witchcraft from me since you were a child, and you haven't opened up your heart to me until now. Shouldn't I complain to you?" The witch said frankly.

"Why do you think I haven't opened up to you?"

"Your witchcraft is extremely mellow, why is it that I am restricted in every way compared to it, what else could it be if you have reservations about me?" There was resentment in the words.

"The answer to this question requires you to calm down and comprehend it yourself. Besides, will you believe what I say?" The witch froze.

There was a brief stagnation of heart-to-heart communication in the air, and a strange atmosphere surged, but I didn't know how to continue.

"How can we de-petrify the witch statue?" The witch asked straight ahead.

"As you can see, since we lived in the witch temple, the witch statue has been in a state of petrification. How can a lifeless stone statue turn into a living person?" The witch answered impeccably.

"Mother, you are trying to save your life. Can keeping those secrets revive your justice?" The witch still wanted to keep her.

"Fortune and misfortune depend on it. How can your so-called way of life last forever. The way of heaven is permanent, it does not exist for Yao, and does not perish for Jie. I wish you good luck. You, please go back." The witch showed off her guests.

"Stubborn, self-defeating." The sorcerer rushed into his brows with an angry tone, then turned and left, coming here again and again to persuade the witch, proving that what he encountered was a hard and boring heart again and again.If there is a disagreement, there is no need to endure each other anymore.For the sake of his grand ambitions of the witchcraft industry, the witches have long since abandoned their family ties and walked on a ruthless road.

The witch sat quietly in the house, a little tired and getting older, and her energy level was not as good as before. In this trance, she actually had a long dream, which seemed to be a dream but also seemed real. When she turned into a teenage girl Looking lively, playing in this witch temple, at that time, the little girl's eyes were full of witch images full of kindness, kindness and integrity.In the dream, she ran around the witch temple for a long time, and fell asleep leaning against the feet of the witch statue when she was tired.In a trance, when he fell into a dream again, he saw a fairy-tale wizard facing his own little figure.

The man took the little girl's hand and said kindly: "Little witch!Hello.

"I'm not a little witch, I'm a little girl." The sweet and childish voice was very lovely.

"Okay, okay, little girl." The man laughed heartily, he was kind and cute, and the little girl walked in to have a look.

"You look like the face of a witch." The girl stared at it carefully.

"Haha, I'm that one."

"What do you want from me?" the little girl asked innocently.

"I should ask you this question. What do you want from me?" The man asked the little girl back, responding like a shadow.

"Obviously you are looking for me." The little girl emphasized.

"Okay, okay, I'm looking for you. However, I happen to need your help with something."

"What is it?" asked the little girl.