If there is any festival in the witch clan that is as lively as the New Year, it has to nominate the annual witch festival. Every year in July, the whole family will go to the prayer tree to hang wishes, and each family will tie a hand-cut paper cut on the corner of the eaves to ask for a good omen. And for the children in the clan who study various arts, the witch festival is also equivalent to a strength test.

Bai Wanwan has been fishing in this book for half a year unconsciously, and she hasn't figured out anything, but she has been fed by Yinxi so that she can't eat the fireworks in the world. On the side of the light spirit that she had been secretly paying attention to, the child still relied on his bloodline talent and likable weak personality to mix like a fish in water in the clan. But this is the personality charm of others, and there is nothing to care about Bai Wanwan.

At this moment, she was gurgling and sitting on the steps at the door of the house with a mouthful of water in her mouth, looking into the distance in a daze. Otoki knelt behind her and held a wooden comb in his hand and gently ran it down her silver hair, his movements were obviously extremely skillful, and after a while, he tied two small buns with a red ribbon to her, and a small bell was tied to the hanging headband, and she jingled when she moved, which was extremely cute.

Bai Wanwan spit out the mouthwash and lay on her back in Yin Xi's arms and sighed long: "Master, why do you have to get up early today." I feel like my head is still a mess of glutinous rice. ”

Yin Xi adjusted his posture and picked up the lazy lump in his arms and responded, "It's a witch festival today, and there are things you have to be busy with." ”

He put the white silk on a clean futon, and then went back to the house to get the paper cut last night. On the bright red vermilion paper, a small fox carved in paper smiled with crooked eyebrows. He didn't know what he remembered, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he carefully hung it under the eaves.

Bai Wanwan held her cheeks and looked up at the paper fox who was blown left and right in the breeze, and said seriously: "Master, like me!" ”

Otoki didn't speak, reaching out and rubbing her soft hair. It was pinched according to the mold of this pestering little fox.

After breakfast, they changed into formal black-patterned robes on a white background, and the master and apprentice walked to the clan square. The number of Wu people is not large, and the number is basically controlled at about 200 people, but people from other races are often invited to watch the ceremony on important days such as witch festivals, so it seems that there are hundreds of people in a huge area. Bai Wanwan noticed the male protagonist in the original work at first glance - Yu Lan, the little young master of the Yu clan. At this time, he was eight or nine years old, wearing a delicate cyan crown robe, and his face was also outstanding and handsome. Although he is young, he can also see a little bit of the future elegance.

He should have come with his father this time, after all, at this time, the Wu Clan and the Yu Clan have not yet made a feud, and it can even be called a friendly alliance. And the male protagonist should be practicing martial arts with the wolf clan in this plot. This year's witch sacrifice accounted for a big turning point in the original work, Qingling and Yu Lan became famous and became immortal geniuses with their talents, while the mediocre female supporting actress Wanwan was hastily defeated in the eyes of everyone's doubts. The suspicion of the identity of the two began to plant seeds in everyone's hearts at this time.

Bai Wanwan squinted and looked at it, the female protagonist and the male protagonist are looking at each other across the stands at the moment, it is estimated that they should have been on the line by now, but the two children are young and don't know what feelings are.

After a series of tedious openings, the sleepy Bai Wanwan was finally pushed onto the high platform. In the midst of a group of women wearing masks and witch robes and singing ancient songs, a silver-haired and golden-eyed figure wore a black and white witch robe, a bell tied to his hair, and a long folding fan with water sleeves in his hand. Every time he waved on the stage, a bell jingled, and the ink-colored fan sleeves rose in the wind. In the weird and unusually ear-catching music, Bai Wanwan is holding on to the fan, and her eyebrows are deep. A serious appearance can indeed see the elegance of the witch gods of the past dynasties.

The audience cheered and bowed, and the square full of bells and lanterns was bustling and noisy. After the last dance of Bai Wanwan, she prayed with the patriarch for good weather and sat on the throne. The black-robed young man standing not far away had a faint smile in his usually cold white pupils. Looking at the flamboyant and elegant little fox on the stage, he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

The people sent by the Yu clan and the patriarch Elder Wu flattered each other in front of Bai Wanwan, Bai Wanwan was too lazy to listen to their business blowing and was planning to sneak away for a while to find a cool place to "hang up", and the originally quiet stands were again a gong and drum sound, and the competition within the clan had begun.

The next time is very boring to watch the heroine show the whole audience, Bai Wanwan sat on the main seat with one hand on her head and watched them fight. Light and agile, whether it is bloodline or understanding, it is really amazing, and the aura of the heroine is lucky to get a lot of treasures in the past half a year. She followed Elder Wu to learn the magic of witchcraft for half a year, and she was already proficient in junior and intermediate witchcraft to defeat senior brothers and sisters who were three levels higher than herself. If this is changed in the novel, it will be the growth of the protagonist of Shuangwen. However, people who have not been frustrated never know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and sure enough, in the exclamations and boasts of everyone, they gradually can't remember who they are, and they walk towards Bai Wanwan with a confident smile.

"Lord Witch God, would you like to advise?"

Light spirit is born bright and weak, but his character is upright. It's already very pleasing, and now making such an unruly request, everyone only thinks she's cute and naughty.

Bai Wanwan yawned again, and winked at Yin Xi, who frowned not far away, to signal his reassurance, and then slowly stood up.

In the past six months, Bai Wanwan has worked hard to grow taller. But in front of the light spirit who was half a head taller than her, it still looked small.

"Okay, I'll mention you again." Bai Wanwan spoke slowly, her tone as dignified as if she was willing to agree to her request. Such a posture that is high in the eyes of no one is naturally no problem on the witch god.

The blonde girl gritted her teeth in anger. In her heart, Bai Wanwan can't compare to her in any way, obviously she is just a moth who eats, sleeps, sleeps and eats and only relies on the witch doctor to covet pleasure, why can she stand on her head as a god?

Bai Wanwan didn't bother to be polite to her, so she picked up the fan she had taken to dance the blessing dance and made a "please" gesture. The silver-haired little Lori is white and soft, and when she makes this action seriously, she looks inexplicably cute.

001, Bai Wanwan shouted in her heart.

001 got out of her skirt with a "wrap around me" expression: "I understand the host, the martial arts master is here, right?" ”

Bai Wanwan's indifferent face: "A martial arts master is a hammer." To defeat magic with magic, give me all the bells and whistles. ”

As the prompt for deducting points sounded, Bai Wanwan laughed wickedly. Plug-in players have nothing to fear.

When the light spirit clinging to the staff began to close his eyes and chant the incantation, Bai Wanwan still stood at the other end, holding the fan and motionless, calmly looking at the other party "reading the note".

Is witchcraft strong, but it takes too long to read the note, and when it comes to the real knife and gun, there will really be Hanhan who will wait for you to finish reciting the spell and then beat you?

Everyone in the audience whispered to Bai Wanwan's inaction when she stood still, and Bai Wanwan always felt some hot air rushing towards her, so she moved her fingers holding the fan.

Okay, don't hit people in the face. The light spirit, which looked very cool, was clearly aimed at the white eyes. Her golden pupils reflected the fire dragon that rushed straight towards her, and there was no fluctuation in her heart.

The uproar in the audience was louder. Bai Wanwan didn't care what they were talking about, and only raised her hand lazily when the fire dragon almost burned her hair. She didn't even open her lips, but just stretched the fan that was originally closed in her hand, and the menacing fire dragon struggled in mid-air as if someone had strangled its neck and turned into a cold ice slag.

This mediocre move is simply a show in the eyes of others. It was a dead rule to recite a spell before using witchcraft, and even in the past, there was no such thing as being able to use a spirit without chanting in the gods of other races.

The light spirit on the other side also widened her eyes in disbelief, and she smashed all the attack skills she learned towards Bai Wanwan as if she was unwilling. How could a genius girl be willing to be unable to compete with a person she looked down on for all her efforts?

Bai Wanwan built a wall of ice in front of her and jumped on tiptoe. Everyone only saw her long wide sleeves dancing in the air with an inky rainbow. At that time, Bai Wanwan threw the fan in her hand into the air, and her pace was obviously calm and slow, but it was like a broken shadow that could not be seen clearly, elegant and not stained with dust. In an instant, he came behind the light spirit. Silver hair fluttered in the air current, like a blooming snow lotus. Bai Wanwan narrowed her golden pupils and smiled extremely sly in her light ear: "The next time I see you pestering my master, I'll gouge out your eyes." ”

This sentence carried a bit of a gritted tooth and a threat, and a chill hit his face, and he felt that he couldn't even hold the staff in his hand.

Bai Wanwan's voice was very small. The people in the audience could only see what she said to Qingling with a sweet smile, and Qingling's face turned white all of a sudden.

Winning or losing was already self-evident, and the young witch god stepped on the folding fan that had been thrown in the air before and flew back to the main seat: "It's okay, keep working hard." ”

She said this like a serious elder. And the young man in the audience, who had been frowning, finally stretched his eyebrows. The witch doctor, who was arrogant and cold in the eyes of others, pinched out a few red marks in his palm because of nervousness on his slender fingers under his robe at this moment.

Some people began to worship the witch god, and they responded in response. The people of the other races who came to watch the ceremony were obviously also shocked by the power of the witch god generation worshiped by the witch clan, and for a while, their faces were cloudy and uncertain, and they didn't know what the hell they were thinking. Bai Wanwan didn't have the time to socialize with them, and watched the depressed heroine stumble towards the backyard, so she slipped up while the crowd was not paying attention.