I guessed correctly, the diary really contains the demonic aura of the old witch, and a trace of the wandering spirit. Although it can't be communicated, there are some fragmentary life scenes, which are completely from the perspective of Jiuli, and you will feel dizzy at first glance, but you will feel infinitely interesting when you really look at it.

But there are also uninteresting.

Not only is it not funny, but it is miserable.

It was the picture of the grandfather being killed, the grandmother being chased all the way to the Unbounded Mountain, enduring the pain of losing her husband and laying her aunt's egg in the hole of the old turtle, and then being captured by the gods. I've only heard my dad say it before, but this time I watched it from my aunt's perspective. Grandma was beautiful and miserable, covered in blood, and her feathers were dyed red. She is very fierce, as a mother who has just given birth to her eldest daughter, she is simply fiercer than all the monsters I have ever seen, fighting the gods with her teeth and claws, and she will not retreat. I know that she didn't retreat because of her aunt, because behind her was her newborn aunt, and if she retreated, her aunt would most likely be trampled on and drained to the ground.

I knew that our demon world had been slaughtered, but I didn't expect it to be so miserable.

Then I felt that I was talking about birds and birds all day long, although it had no effect on myself, but I was very sorry for my grandmother. The crane is a bird of prey, not an ordinary bird. Grandma's performance is worthy of the raptor species, but I can't, first I beat people in the Tushi Palace, and then I have no power to fight back in the demon clan, it's a shame! I'm a shame on my grandmother. If she knew that his eldest granddaughter was so useless, she would not want to recognize me.

I have to get stronger.

Even if it's not for myself, just for the humiliation that my grandmother has suffered here, I have to become stronger. Those ploppy immortals in Tushi Palace, one is counted as one, and they are all waiting for me to take revenge. Did you know? The only advantage of enemies being immortals is that no matter how long it takes, they won't die, so you can cultivate slowly, and one day you can become stronger and then slash the enemy. I've heard that stabbing an enemy is the most painful thing.

I didn't dare to be lazy, and I learned my grandmother's tricks to deal with the immortals.

You have to learn the skills of hard encounters, recite the spells with sound, and learn the magic of finger change. The tens of thousands of years of demon inheritance of our White Crane family was broken in my father's generation, and the only aunt who still had some memories of my grandmother died early. My father never met his parents at all, and all his skills were learned by himself, not accumulated over the years. I didn't learn the magic of our White Crane Clan from my father, and now through my aunt's diary, I can barely make up a little, which can be regarded as compensation for my grandparents and aunts.

When I was gesturing, I realized that my aunt was not idle in the egg. She is a very hard worker, she has been practicing since she was in the egg, looking at the sun during the day to study fire, and at night exhaling the aura to the moon. Cloudy days make clouds and fog, rainy days pour rivers. The little bit of heaven and earth in the egg did not restrain her revenge.

I've changed my opinion of the old witch a little bit.

As the old turtle said, I haven't experienced the tragedy of her dying father and mother at birth, and the whole clan was wiped out, and naturally I can't understand her love and hatred. I decided to follow the old witch to cultivate, this kind of ability to sit in the shell and cultivate heaven and earth I don't know. My father and aunt are very smart, and when no one is to guide them, they will take advantage of the situation to cultivate by themselves, which is really much more useful than us. Compared to them, I'm just a little baby who eats whatever someone feeds, a piece of garbage.

The day of the nine miles of breaking the shell was the day of the sting, the spring thunder was rolling, and all the insects crawled out of the grass, drinking water, teasing the grass, and watching her.

Her shell was completed in anticipation, and many insects, fish, and birds were there, and they witnessed her. Those little creatures who can't even be called monsters are my aunt's original fans. The spring thunder was rolling, and my aunt couldn't even stand, so she raised her head to the sky and spat out the first saliva of the demon life. This character is really likable.

The old tortoise carried her to the ice fountain for training.

The ice spring water is still very cold in spring, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is bitterly cold, especially for a newborn crane baby. Her feathers are not yet fully opened, sparse and tender, and she can't stop the biting ice spring water, and it is difficult to fly high. I wasn't her, but I could feel the chill, and the helplessness. The hatred is as deep as the sea, but she hasn't even grown her hair. How desperate.

But Jiuli is really a ruthless person.

She moved her mouth directly and plucked the milk feathers off her body one by one. One by one, the fluff with blood was plucked off by herself! My scalp was numb, and I felt that every inch of my body was hurting, more painful than Taishang Laojun breaking my two fingers, and more painful than the demon clan's blood and fire burning my feathers. I've never experienced this pain in my life. But the most terrible thing is not the pain, but the ruthlessness. It's obviously painful to die, but the last bite has just ended, and the next bite will come back immediately!

I really want to die.

I couldn't be so cruel to myself, and I always thought there was no need to torture myself. Although I have worked hard since I was a child, it can only be regarded as a step-by-step hard work. Although on the surface I listen to my father, God rewards hard work, but in fact I believe in my mother's talent theory more. I think I have a good aptitude, I just practice step by step, there is no need to embarrass myself, and I have never felt sorry for myself.

But seeing Jiuli like this today, I really want to cry.

I only heard my father say that as soon as Jiuli broke the shell, he rushed to the sky to save him. But he didn't tell us that Jiuli was like this...... In this way, I forced myself to grow up quickly. Her velvet quilt was plucked one by one, her skin was open, and her blood was bleeding. Then the newly-born feather tube penetrated her porous skin like a nail, and grew like bamboo shoots, which grew rapidly under the stimulation of the ice spring, and the white feathers were lined up one by one, covering the skin and flesh, and covering the blood. She was finally able to spread her wings, face the spring thunder, and take off from the sky where she had just spitted saliva......

I knew what was going to happen next, but I didn't want to go, it was just another terrible battle in the Tushi Palace. In the first half of my father and aunt's life, I came over like this all the time, there were no surprises, no comfort, and no one asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

Does it hurt?

I want to know. Not from this onlooker's perspective.

The feathers on my body have been scorched black, and it is impossible for it to recover on its own, and if I want to look like the same, I can only wait for these scorched feathers to fall off and grow new ones one by one. I have two options, either wait for them to come off on their own, or ...... Like Jiuli, he used his mouth, one by one, to pull it out.

I'm not one to admit defeat.

Although I am usually a bit of a fool, I don't speak in a way that my master said. But I'm really not one to admit defeat. I'm afraid of pain, but if it doesn't hurt, I can't stand it. My mother said I was a genius. My dad has always been very nice to me