Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

"It's an evil witch!" The woman put on a fierce look and emphasized it again, snapped her fingers, and a pot of hot soup appeared out of thin air.

The fire crackled in the fireplace, potatoes, tomatoes and carrots were tumbling in the soup.

"Little brat, it's time to take a shower." The woman pointed to the vegetable soup, "Take off your clothes, go in and wash up, and you can start dinner."

"Wow!" The boy with silver curly hair jumped up happily, looking at the pot of hot soup that appeared out of thin air: "What is this! Can you change it again?"

The woman let out a roar of collapse: "Give me enough time!"

She looked at the fair-skinned boy and gritted her teeth hard.

"Snapped!"

Second finger.

"Wow wow wow, this is magic!"

Looking at the disappearing spoon, the boy exclaimed in surprise.

"Stupid **** cubs only make a fuss," the woman urged impatiently: "In short, hurry in and eat when you're cooked."

The boy still raised his head excitedly as if he hadn't heard it: "Mom, are you really a witch?"

"Again, don't call me mom!" The woman held an extra wand in her hand: "Look at the old lady turning you into a pig!"

"Mom... I'm hungry."

"You are an ingredient in yourself, you must have the consciousness of being an ingredient." The woman grabbed her hair and looked impatient.

After a few steps back and forth, the woman sighed.

"Let's say it first, only instant noodles, if you dare to say that it is not delicious, you will be turned into a pig!"

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"That's it, the evil witch has kept me in captivity and abused me." The righteous knight on one knee said softly.

"So, the witch didn't eat you in the first place?"

In the dark hall, the king of gods sat on the throne, and the statue of the blazing sun behind him released a faint brilliance.

And in the dark corner of the hall, three men in white robes slowly walked out.

They are Templars from the Temple of Light.

"Indeed," a Templar looked down at the righteous knight and nodded, "Evil witches don't eat food at first, they use black magic to corrupt children, and wait until these children are the most fleshy. When delicious, peel them alive."

"My God." Another Templar's voice trembled. "Those evil witches are always so crazy!"

The Lieyang God King coughed, and the hall fell silent again.

The serious expression on his face relaxed slightly, he looked down at the righteous knight, and continued: "Then, please continue, how did those evil witches corrupt you next?"

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A silver-haired boy was wearing neat clothes, his gold velvet shirt was buttoned to the last hole, and his pure blue eyes looked curiously at the heavy book in his hand.

"So, what exactly is a witch?" the young man raised his head and asked.

The woman who was learning to chop vegetables replied impatiently, "It's a magical girl."

The teenager said with some doubts: "The book says that witches are evil females who master black magic, and they have terrifying..."

"Children, don't read these pseudosciences!" The woman snatched the book from the boy's hand and threw it into the crackling fireplace: "Next time you dare to sneak into my library, I will... You become a pig!"

The boy was silent for a moment, then continued to ask, "Then why do you look like a girl at all?"

"It's not like people anymore!"

"Old woman, don't whine like that."

"Little brat, watch the old lady turn you into a pig!" The woman jumped up angrily, raised her wand, and threatened fiercely, but the boy didn't bother to look at her.

"I'm going out." The young man wore a gold silk coat to himself, "I made soup for you in the pot, don't lose the spoon this time."

When the young man said the end, he sighed helplessly.

This stupid woman is always idle and has nothing to change the spoon, but she doesn't know how to change it back. It's so stupid.

"Damn ingredients, do you want to run away? Watching the old lady turn you into..."

"There's only one spoon left in the house, old lady."

The boy said, and started putting on his shoes at the door.

This is also considered a reasonable use of ingredients. After all, witches try to avoid appearing in public.

In the evil wooden house, the woman drank the soup with the last spoon, feeling a little depressed.

"Obviously I called my mother a few years ago..."

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, as if something had fallen down the chimney, and black smoke poured out of the fireplace.

"Sorry, didn't know you were taking the child."

A black cat lightly crossed the flames, jumped out of the fireplace, and stretched its body gracefully.

"Cat, cat can talk?" The boy looked at the fireplace in astonishment.

A black cat with a graceful and reflective body glanced at the boy helplessly: "My name is Aunt Orianna."

After she finished speaking, she walked lazily to the table, jumped on the table, and smelled the hot soup.

The woman quickly stretched out her hand to protect the hot soup, and said with a blushing face, "I'm sorry, there is only one spoon left, Orianna."

"It's obviously because you're afraid that you won't have enough to eat. Also, the devil knows why you have to change into a spoon?" The black cat wagged its tail lazily and was silent for a while: "Tonight's bonfire party, are you coming, Lucy."

"When I find my broom. Damn, I just swept it a few days ago, and it said I insulted it and hid it somewhere..."

"It's obviously a broom, why don't you have the consciousness of a broom! When I find it, I'll use it to clean the toilet! I'll turn it into a pig!"

The teenager at the door looked at the broom hiding in the tree with a complicated face, and sighed sympathetically.

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"So, that evil witch's name is Lucy?"

The old man on the throne looked at the knight exuding justice in front of him with complex eyes.

The Templar who spoke before was a little surprised: "She is a recorded evil witch, and one of the most powerful witches."

"Cunning and insidious, with vicious methods, she likes to treat innocent people the most..."

"Become a pig." The white knight kneeling on one knee whispered.

The old man on the throne and the Templar exchanged glances, the old man nodded: "Have you experienced it?"

"Wicked witches always take pleasure in this." The knight on one knee said calmly, with humiliation on his low face shrouded in darkness.

"Write it down, write it down." The Templar who spoke earlier instructed the other Templar, and then looked at the knight on one knee again, "So, esteemed knight, will you go next? Attended the fabled witch's ball?"

The knight in a righteous atmosphere nodded slightly: "It was a terrifying gathering full of blood and terror, filled with sin and screams, just like in the legend, witches enjoy killing people, I have to silently recite the name of justice in my heart. Stay sane and don't get corrupted."

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"Is this the witch's ball?"

The boy who was surrounded by onlookers looked at the women around him in confusion.

The quiet forest on weekdays has never been so lively, and the bonfire is burning in the forest under the moonlight.

Under the bonfire, there was a circle of women in wizard costumes.

"My God, he's grown so tall!"

"I haven't seen him for a few years~www.NovelMTL.com~ I have to look up at him!"

"Let my sister come and pinch it!"

A woman was about to pounce with a grinning smile, but fortunately she was held back by another witch: "Be restrained, Chris, be reserved!"

"The growth rate of the **** cubs is really amazing... After all, isn't every **** cub so cute... I need to record this..."

"Lucy, where did you pick up this child, can you tell me?"

A group of women looked at the boy curiously. Every time they saw this ingredient, they couldn't help but admire Lucy's good luck.

A cute little girl in a foreign dress approached the boy cautiously, and whispered with a blushing face: "Little brother, have you...have you considered dating me?"

"Don't do this, Aunt Kerry." The teenager stepped back. "I know your real age."

"Sisters, turn him into a pig!" The little girl frantically raised her wand.

"Stop Kerry!"

Mars floated into the night sky, and the laughter of women echoed in the forest like water waves.

"Sorry." The black cat jumped over, stretched out gracefully, and turned into a red-haired woman.

She is well maintained, mature and elegant.

"That's what we old girls are like, so naughty."

The teenager knew this black cat lady, Orianna, the mayor's wife, but no one knew that she was also a witch.

Listening to Mrs. Black Cat's words, the teenager nodded in agreement, and then asked curiously, "You sneaked here, aren't you afraid your husband will know?"

"He knew it for a long time." Madam smiled happily, "He knew it on the first day we met."

"The witch has an unwritten rule, which can also be said to be fate. When meeting a lover, the witch's identity cannot be concealed from him on the first day."