Ancestor Jiaotan observed it for a long time and sighed.
"Didn't my ancestor say long ago that she has strong luck?"
Feng Lingling became more and more angry, feeling that even the ancestor's attitude towards Zhiyou was different.
"Different."
Ancestor Jiaotan was extra patient with Fengling Ling. Wen Yan explained: "There are many people with strong luck in this world, but those luck will change according to their own actions. Some will become more and more prosperous, and some will become worse day by day.
Weak until it dissipates."
So some people will have great success, and some people will have great ups and downs.
There are also people who will seize other people's luck and use it for their own purposes, such is the case with Feng Lingling.
"I don't want to practice spiritual witchcraft anymore. I want to practice with my ancestor."
It is much easier to practice evil witches than spiritual witches, and there are not so many confusing restrictions.
Feng Lingling just wants to trample the most annoying people under her feet as quickly as possible.
The appearance of Zhiyou made her feel as if she had returned to the past.
At that time, she was the most anticipated child in the clan. Almost everyone thought that she would become a witch, then the most powerful witch, and eventually the great witch god.
Feng Lingling has strong confidence in her own strength and luck, and feels that it is only a matter of time before she becomes the Witch God, and there is no chance of any accidents happening to her.
But an accident happened. When the whole clan was asking for help, the aura fell on a child who had previously been inconspicuous in the clan...
The whole clan was stunned, everyone found it unbelievable,
Feng Lingling felt that all her face had been lost at that moment.
No one has the right to change the successor chosen by the witch god, so the child who seemed ordinary to the tribe became a witch. Feng Lingling, who was regarded by the tribe as the proud daughter of heaven, locked herself up and no one could
not see.
At that time, whether it was concern, sympathy or anything else, it was a stab in the heart for her.
She locked herself up for a month before she regained her composure. She wanted to prove herself, to let everyone understand that the spirit of the witch god can make mistakes, to let everyone know that they were not wrong about the person, and that she was the best child of the witch clan's generation.
, only she is worthy of the title of miko...
When she walked out of the house full of fighting spirit, she was shocked to find that the weather outside had changed.
She hadn't gone out for only a month, and all the treatment that had been hers had been transferred to another person, even worse.
The children who used to crowd around her are now surrounding the girl named Ayou, and they are intimate with each other with caution, as if she is some kind of treasure.
All the children were trying to please the witch Ayou, but Ayou always had a solemn face and rarely responded.
But once she responded to a child, that child would blush with joy and smile like a fool.
After seeing all this, Feng Lingling was so jealous that she couldn't recognize it. Something even more annoying was yet to come. Someone with sharp eyes saw her and immediately shouted loudly,
"Aling Aling, you finally came out. We looked for you several times but couldn't find anyone. Are you sick?"
As soon as Sha Baitian shouted, everyone's eyes turned over.
Feng Lingling's angry little face turned blue as she didn't want to attract attention at this moment. She wanted to throw away her hands and leave immediately, but she felt that she was afraid of someone by leaving like this. After hesitating for a moment, she reluctantly joined in.
past.
She regretted it as soon as she got closer,
Ayou didn't show any reaction to her joining, but the other children enthusiastically praised Ayou.
Sha Baitian covered her heart and said with admiration: "A Ling, do you know, A You is actually very powerful, she knows everything."
The other silly, sweet little head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, oh, yes, I never noticed it before."
The naive Awang sucked his nose and sighed: "Ayou is devoted to practice, unlike us who always think about having fun every day."
"Yes, yes, grandma said that there has never been a child with such aura as Ayou at his age."
"Yes, grandpa said that Ayou will soon become a great witch. He is the pride of our spiritual witch clan."
Barabara...
Dozens of children kept talking to each other, which made Feng Lingling have a splitting headache and wished she could all become mute.
Later, she didn't know that Ayoucheng had not become a great witch, because she soon became possessed and broke into the forbidden area, where she awakened a sleeping ancestor, and then stole her clan's treasure under the guidance of the ancestor.
Treasure.
It was a treasure that was said to be able to shatter the void. I thought it could reach the sky in one step, but unexpectedly it ended up in another world...
The current Zhiyou is a few years younger than the original Ayou, and is about the same size as the body she is inhabiting, and looks about four years old.
The two of them don't look alike at all. Ayou is only seven or eight years old, but she looks young and mature, and she cherishes words like gold.
But Zhiyou is a sharp-tongued person, and when she opens her mouth, people want to tear her mouth apart.
Regardless of age, appearance, personality, etc., they have nothing in common. The only thing they have in common is that they feel deep frustration.
Ayou's existence caused her to degenerate from a proud girl into a thief.
If she steals the clan's treasure, she will have to bear the curse of the spirit witch clan for generations, and her name will be firmly nailed to the pillar of shame until the witch clan is destroyed.
Even if she was not in that world, the curse would have no real effect on her. Fengling Ling couldn't bear to have her name being insulted.
Therefore, even if her ancestor found her a body with the blood of the gods in this world, she would still be fully focused on achieving great success in cultivation as soon as possible and returning with strength to take back everything that belongs to her.
It has been less than half a year since she came to this world, but she has been going smoothly during this period. She has almost everything she wants, and whatever she wants comes to her.
But this situation came to an abrupt end after Zhiyou appeared.
She always has an ominous premonition that everything she owns will be taken away one by one by Zhiyou.
Zhiyou was chatting happily with the people at the moment, answering all kinds of stupid questions from them, not even wanting to look at her.
Ancestor Jiao Tan flatly refused: "Don't be ridiculous. If you want to become a witch god, you must practice spiritual witchcraft."
Spirit witches need to be recognized by heaven and earth in order to communicate with ghosts and gods, and then they can become great witches and finally witch gods.
Feng Lingling said sarcastically: "But aren't we trying to deceive the world now?"
And the guards she forgot to recruit were still jumping up and down in the black mist, bringing a few civilians out from time to time.
At this time, Zhiyou would take out a flower or a piece of grass, and the people would rush to take it, and while rescuing the dying person, they would secretly stuff a piece into their mouths.
Feng Lingling said angrily: "I don't want to deal with these stupid and greedy mortals anymore, their faces are so ugly!"