house witch

Chapter 450 449. So Demonic
In the hut, the body of the warm female villain who had just died suddenly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pile of black ash, and the culprit for all this was a Half-man, half-goat Fury girl.

After absorbing the remaining vitality in the corpse, Claire's complexion became very rosy, and her energy and spirit improved significantly. At this time, the black sheep girl felt that she was in excellent condition, as if she could stay overnight for ten and a half days Months will not feel tired.

She even felt that her energy was a little too strong, and she had the illusion that it was about to overflow.

No, this is not an illusion, but a reality, but she feels a little stretched, and needs to vent the excess strength.

Keleiya looked down at her father who had been seriously injured, squatted down quickly, and then reversed the feeling when she had just absorbed the vitality of the corpse. Suddenly, the energy in her body that was about to overflow found a channel, and swarmed in go.

As a result, the face of the girl who was still in high spirits just now began to look tired, but in contrast, the breathing of the man on the ground who was about to let out air but not inhale became much more stable, and his face that was originally as pale as paper also recovered a little. blood.

Although he has not recovered yet, he is out of danger.

"Well, in terms of using spells for the first time, you performed well, but the attrition rate was still too high during the conversion of the blood demon. Otherwise, you should be able to completely cure your father directly."

A female voice suddenly came from the window, she said so.

And this also terrified the black sheep girl who was relieved just now. She subconsciously picked up the sickle in her hand and swung it, but only cut off a few white feathers.

"Mom, I'm scared to death. This kid is really decisive. He really is a sage."

Dorothy the white dove stretched out her wings and wiped the non-existent cold sweat on the bird's head, and said with lingering fear.

She never expected that the first danger to her life this Witch's Night would come from her own people. If she hadn't reacted well, she would have been almost taken away by a scythe just now.

At this time, Ke Leya also looked at the talking white dove in shock, but the girl who had just encountered a catastrophe still did not relax her vigilance at this time.

However, another white shadow flashed by, and when the black sheep girl regained consciousness again, the sickle in her hand had disappeared.

Looking at the direction of the white dove, I saw a handsome white eagle standing beside the white dove. The black sheep girl even carried a trace of suppressed killing intent.

Obviously, the white eagle was angry at Claire for almost hurting the white dove before.

And on Corleia's side, the pitch-black goat transformed from her shadow also jumped onto the girl's shoulder at this time, and said urgently.

"Hurry up, these two birds are not easy to deal with."

Although Baphomet lost his strength because of his daughter's blood being suppressed, as an abyssal demon god, his knowledge is still there.

He could tell at a glance that these two birds were quite exquisite transformation techniques. Although the magic level did not seem very high, judging from the almost flawless transformation effect, this spell was not something that ordinary people could use .

Well, at least it shouldn't be the level of magic that this weak and backward world native mage should have.

Obviously, this is the intervention of forces outside the realm, but it is not known whether the other party is from heaven, or the dragon realm, or several other relatively powerful silver races.

But no matter who the other party is, it's not something his daughter, who has just awakened, can handle anyway. He only has such a bloodline in this world, so naturally he must cherish it, otherwise he will lose the beacon and the descending container. The world is gone.

However, Claire ignored the warnings of the pitch-black goat claiming to be her father. Instead, she looked at the white pigeon combing its messy feathers with some surprise.

"Is this voice a sister nun?"

The black sheep girl squinted her eyes and asked happily.

Stared at by the pair of blood-colored sheep eyes, Dorothy was quite calm. Although the girl's eyes seemed to have reached the standard of magic eyes, and they were born with the effect of making the person being watched feel frightened, but the same It's Yang Tong, this girl is far behind Senior Sister Fanny.

Dorothy, who had long been accustomed to Senior Fanny's gaze, had no pressure on this.

"Well, it's me. Last time I left in a hurry, I forgot to ask your name."

Dorothy the White Pigeon nodded, and then asked.

The house witch was a little nervous at this time, after all, the more she looked at this black sheep girl, the more she looked like the devil sage in later generations.

"Sister nun, my name is Claire."

The black sheep girl bowed her head shyly and said.

Dorothy: "."

Bai Gesheng looked up unrepentantly, and looked at the dilapidated roof above his head.

It's crazy, it's really that big guy.

However, the house witch quickly adjusted her mentality. After all, the king of gods has become her good sister, so asking the future sage to call her what's wrong with her sister is not taking advantage of the boss.

Hmm, it's also strong to be unreasonable.

The guilty Dorothy cheered herself up in this way.

Now she is a little worried whether what happened in the witch's night will be seen by outsiders.

If it was a normal Witch's Night, then people outside would definitely be able to see it. After all, there used to be witch students who used to broadcast the whole process of Witch's Night on Monet.

It's just that this Witch's Night was weird from beginning to end, and everyone started the game as mortals. With the lost power, even if they wanted to broadcast live, they couldn't do it. They didn't even remember how to connect to the magic net.

However, the participants are not allowed, but will the college teachers outside who are the administrators still be able to watch the surveillance?

Thinking that her magical experience commensurate with the God King sisters during this period may be surrounded by teachers from the academy, the house witch's scalp tingles.

And now one Lord God King is not enough, here comes another sage who calls her sister.
Damn, if it really gets out, how will my life be, I'm afraid it won't be memorized by the bosses to death.

After all, the identity of the younger sister of the King of God is not mentioned for the time being, the older sister of the black sheep sage
That black sheep sage is the bloodline ancestor of Lord Demon King. If you want to be the elder sister of Black Sheep Sage, do you want Lord Demon King to call you Grandma?
Damn, this generation is all messed up.
The house witch can only hope that the master of the dream, the God King, will block the gaze of the outside world. Otherwise, when the witch's night is over, it will be the day when someone else will die.

"Forget it, it's okay, at least I didn't bring up anything about Lord Dragon King, otherwise it would be really embarrassing if my ancestor's ancestor is actually myself."

Dorothy comforted herself in this way.

After a little brainstorming, the house witch came back to her senses. She shook her dove head to shake off distracting thoughts, and then continued to look at Keleiya in front of her.

Maybe the problem is too big, and it's useless to panic, so at this time, she unexpectedly stopped panicking, and can look at this future sage with a normal heart.

Whether the sage is a sage or not is a matter for the future. Who is not a future? Anyway, as far as the present of Witch Night is concerned, this Claire is really just a little girl, so treat the little girl Just face it with an attitude.

"So, Claire, how does it feel to have power?"

Bai Ge tilted her head, looked at the black sheep girl in front of her and asked.

Regarding this, Ke Leya also thought about it for a while. Although her body has become an adult under the influence of magic, she is still a ten-year-old girl in terms of thinking. This kind of problem is indeed a bit difficult for her Complicated.

"I'm sorry, sister nun, I don't know how to answer you, but I can protect my parents now, which makes me very happy."

The black sheep girl finally scratched her head and said with some shame.

"No, your answer is very good, which proves that I am not mistaken about you. You are indeed a good boy."

Bai Ge nodded, and then praised, but she changed the subject immediately.

"But your troubles haven't been completely solved. You just cut the grass, but you didn't get rid of the roots."

Dorothy looked in the direction of the wicked woman who had been drained of her vitality and turned into black ashes all over the ground, then shook her head.

"There seems to be some kind of power behind this woman. Now that she is dead here, the power behind her will definitely not let it go, and will investigate to the end. And I suspect that this wicked woman is actually coming towards you from the beginning."

The house witch glanced at the pitch-black goat on the shoulder of the black sheep girl, and said so.

After hearing such words, Claire also remained silent. Although she was young, she grew up in such a ghostly place after all, so she naturally understood the stakes.

For a moment, the girl was a little at a loss. After all, no matter how precocious a child encounters this kind of thing suddenly, she will not know what to do. Subconsciously, Claire looked at the white pigeon in front of her again, looking forward to the sister My sister can help her with an idea.

"Hey, you silly child, don't listen to this woman's nonsense. She is not a good person at first glance. She is obviously trying to use you."

The pitch-black goat on the girl's shoulder was a little anxious at this moment. As an abyssal demon god, he was always the one who abducted others, and if he kept quiet now, his daughter would soon be abducted by the woman who didn't know the details. .

However, the evil old father's conscience advice was quickly blocked by a word from the filial dead man's daughter.

"Shut up, you are so ugly, and you are still a devil, you don't look like a good person."

Claire turned her head, looked at the pitch-black goat on her shoulder, and said so in a serious manner.

Compared with being good-looking, I gave her a necklace before. There was a nun who gave her the power to heal her father's injuries. How to save people The goat demon is significantly worse.

The little girl doesn't know what is a good person and what is a bad person, but she is still more willing to trust the nun. After all, even if she becomes an animal, the white dove is obviously better than the black sheep.

Baphomet: "."

The Abyss Demon God was trembling with anger at this time, he never thought that he would be rejected by his own daughter because of his ugliness.

It's really beep beep beep, he is so wise, how did he give birth to such a brainless daughter
emmmm, well, he himself seems to be a demon of the fighting school, not a cunning devil of the wisdom fighting school, and the daughter he gave birth to is not very good, but it is normal.

Baphomet was silent for a moment, and then the sheep's face, which was already dark, turned darker now.

He opened his mouth to say something more, but what else can he say? Could it be that the villain who has been bullying your family before was actually arranged by my sect to stimulate your awakening?

Although the majestic Abyssal Demon God would definitely not personally arrange such a small task, the wicked woman was decided by the cult group that believed in him, and if Baphomet hadn't just sensed that the power of his blood was sprouting, he might have Will not pay attention to the existence of this weak and small world.

But speaking of which, those religious groups are really talented. He doesn't even remember when he bestowed a few drops of blood, probably it was automatically handled by the program that automatically responds to sacrifices at random.

Baphomet remembered that he was too lazy to respond to those cultists who harassed him and disturbed his sleep with sacrificial ceremonies every day when he had nothing to do, so he was lazy and created an automatic response program. He did lose a few drops of blood and a bunch of them. The miscellaneous garbage is used as a prize, so that it can automatically respond to the sacrifice.

Thinking about it now, the cult group in this world seems to have been lucky enough to get his few drops of Demon God's blood from a pile of garbage.

Moreover, this group of talents actually gave him a daughter who inherited his blood, which is indeed something.

In short, all of his daughter's sufferings these years really came from him, and he couldn't get rid of this caustic wind, and it wasn't really a caustic, after all, he really didn't have any good intentions for this daughter.

As a normal race, demons naturally have good or bad demons, mild-tempered demons, and violent-tempered demons.

Every demon has a different temper and personality, and it will not be a real villain who is all mindless and doing bad things like in the legend.

They who are in charge of the power of original sin are actually more emotional than most races, and they also have a clearer distinction between love and hate. What they pay attention to is freedom and unrestraint.

Although it is because he is too arbitrary that his reputation is not very good.

However, as a demon god with many offspring, Baphomet's heart and love are not enough even if he is more affectionate, so he actually doesn't pay much attention to the vast majority of children, only the best children can enter. his eyes.

And there was nothing to feel bad about such a cheap daughter who only contained a little bit of his blood, and he didn't have any psychological burden to use it.

Of course, even demons are rarely cold-blooded enough to kill their own blood descendants, which is not in line with the instinct of living beings to continue their race.

Baphomet didn't intend to really do anything to this daughter, he just wanted to use her as a beacon springboard, and then gradually encroach on the whole world.

When the world is in his hands, he doesn't mind throwing the world to this daughter as a meeting gift, and let her manage it instead of him.

It's a pity that the plan was beautiful, but the reality was cruel. Before he had time to build trust with this cheap daughter, he was directly cut off.

This made the Demon God very angry.

No, I must not let my daughter know that the cult group is related to me, otherwise I am afraid that the father and daughter will turn against each other, and I have to find a way to silence it first.

The demon god, who did whatever he wanted, had a change of heart, and decided the end of the group of cultists who originally believed in him.

The devil is thinking.
　Recently, I've been chasing madly. Could it be that my writing collapsed?I'm still raising it, damn it, I'm afraid I'm too lazy to read it, I'm so cold.

　　
　
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