Hundreds of years later, I still don't know how to introduce myself:

The Least King; the smallest borderliner; Or the chosen ones. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

See, so these are what make me up. For as long as I can remember, there has been an ancient sister by my side, who is ancient to her, how long has she lived? Thousands of years? Or tens of thousands of years?

My original idea of the city called the Witch World came from her, and I didn't see her until I was 370 years old.

My name is Bi Sheng, and my sister told me, "Your name comes from the words 'Bi Sheng'." I've also asked what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. My sister just shook her head and told me that it was left to me by my parents, and that I would understand when I grew up. But to be honest, I have almost zero impression of my parents.

Later, when I really grew up, I was not old enough to be an elder, but I could easily pass the worldly examination that other thousands of years old had to work hard to pass.

I said I grew up with blood and tears, and that's true, since I was a hundred years old, I have been living in war, between the witch world and the witch city. So my impression of the city has always been vague and incomplete: training grounds and street markets that have long been in ruins; Covered in blood, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a realm or a city; a battlefield of blood; The air was filled with ashes and blood......

I remember that time I had been practicing powerful witchcraft and using it to protect myself, constantly walking between death and reality. The war lasted until I was 513 years old, but fortunately it stopped. And everyone suddenly elected me to be the next king, and I knew in my heart what was going on, this is the rule of the witch world, the strong is king. But because I'm too young at 513 years old, I have to wait until today.

Today is my 915th birthday and the day of the throne, 915 years old I thought this age is very old, but in fact it is still very young in the witch world.

The beginning of the ceremony was sudden, and I was still in the fugue, but fortunately, it was my childhood friend and friend who was trying to survive the war - Xi'er, who presided over the ceremony. She gently shoved me awake and urged me to hurry up for the ritual.

The so-called blood inheritance of the throne is to use one's own blood to pay tribute to the older generation and the dead ancestors, so as to be recognized by everyone.

I took out a short sword and numbly cut my fingers, the blood flowed out, it was dark red, the corners of my mouth flashed a trace of arc, dark red blood is the most noble symbol of our witch world, according to legend, only the chosen ones are eligible to have this kind of blood, although everyone does not know what is chosen, but this is really not ordinary.

The ceremony went smoothly, and I think that when a few old men saw my blood and heard the number of worldly examinations I reported, they already knew that they didn't need to listen to it, all my achievements, some of them were thousands of years old and had not yet been completed. So I successfully got everyone's recognition and praise through two actions.

After the ceremony, of course, what I couldn't avoid was a scolding and congratulations from Xi'er, and I could only laugh, consciously not justifying.

That's how it all started, and I didn't think anything was going back at the time, but I was wrong......

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