Chapter 195 The horns turn white

"Brother Xiaotian, tell me quickly, you are still hungry!" Xing'er's little witch said with a bad attitude.

Zhengtian finished eating the last piece of meat, drank the last bite of soup, smacked his lips, wiped his lips, glanced at the witch of big and small, and said nothing, got up and left!

Zhengtian felt that he was eating too much, so he had to find a place to practice and consume this excessive energy.

Zhengtian walked into the yard and started to add, used the wind and shadow steps, and followed the wind and jumped to the top of the mountain.

Zhengtian began to practice the exercises. At first, it was like a breeze and drizzle, then it was like a storm, lightning and thunder, then it was like a tsunami, collapsed, and collapsed in the sky, and finally it was soft and silent.

Zhengtian ignored the three witches who followed him to watch, released his emotions, enjoyed the feelings and perceptions of martial arts practice, evolved himself and perfected himself.

Two hours later, Zhengtian was exhausted and lay on the grass, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and slowly closing his eyes.

The three witches surrounded him, squatted aside, and looked at Zhengtian, who was fished out of the water.

"Xiaotian, you have good martial arts skills!" The witch Xue'er, holding a fair handkerchief, was wiping his sweat while admiring.

"Xiaotian, is this the martial arts of your world?" The witch Mei'er also asked while holding her handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Zhengtian, and she had nothing to say.

"Brother Xiaotian, it is difficult for your world's martial arts to exert power in our world!" The little witch Xing'er pulled Zhengtian's clothes and used Zhengtian's clothes to help him wipe his sweat.

Zhengtian was speechless, this naughty child is really good.

"Would you like to teach me martial arts and magic?" Zhengtian asked, opening his eyes.

"Of course!" The three witches spoke in unison, without even thinking for a moment, and agreed directly.

"Your martial arts are said to be the martial arts of a large sect?" Zhengtian sighed.

"So what?" asked the witch Xueer.

"It's very precious!" Zhengtian said softly, "Usually, it's top secret and not outlined!"

"No matter how precious the martial arts are, they are also martial arts. Is it as precious as us?" The witch Mei'er said proudly, "We are all your people! What's more, this martial art that cannot be passed on?"

Zhengtian, the witch is here again!

"I only learn your skills, but I can't promise you anything!" Zhengtian said solemnly, implying that he might be a hooligan and just steal the master and don't want anyone.

The three witches, with their eyes wide open, looked at this little villain from outside, as if they had seen Zhengtian for the first time, as if they knew they could be like a hooligan like this for the first time.

Zhengtian, his face was not blushing, his heart was not beating, and he looked at the three of them calmly, "Are you still willing to teach me?"

"Will!" The three witches broke the deadlock again and replied in unison, "You are not an outsider!"

"You?" Zhengtian was shocked. Are they afraid of cheating on themselves?

"Xiaotian, don't worry, teach you the martial arts. We believe in our own vision and are not afraid that you will not marry us. It is our own way of believing in ourselves!" said the witch Mei'er with a smile.

"Aunt, Xiaotian is mine, don't snatch it!" Xing'er's little witch said anxiously.

"Xinger, since you became the successor of the Guardian, you can't compete with us for men!" Xueer's witch smiled and comforted the naughty child.

"Who said that?" Xing'er said angrily.

"Ancestral teachings!" replied the witch Xueer.

"Okay, I'm going to change the ancestral teachings!" Xing'er's little witch said furiously.

"Xing'er, let's talk about it when you become the guardian and the patriarch!" Xue'er's witch said with a smile.

"At that time, Xiaotian's children and I might be able to get married!" The witch Mei'er also attacked the niece of this naughty child and spared no effort.

"You bully people!" Xing'er's little witch was angry, her face turned red, and she was about to cry.

"Don't fight!" Zhengtian was speechless, "Your clan is almost unable to pass on the inheritance, and you are still in a hurry to steal the man!"

"Shut up!" The three witches scolded in unison, "I'm still good at getting a bargain!"

Zhengtian glanced at the three of them and was speechless. He simply closed his eyes and slept hard. He let them fight. What does it have to do with him? Anyway, he would not marry anyone.

"Die Xiaotian!"

"Brother Xiaotian is not good!"

"Little bad guy!"

The three witches did not fight, but instead scolded Xiaotian and surrounded him, angrily.

"Oh, don't be angry!" The old devil of Muramama came, sat on the stone beside him, looked at the three closest people, and said helplessly, "My benefactor is right. Our first priority is to consider the inheritance of our clan. After solving the inheritance problem, you should consider your own major life events!"

"Dad, we are not the patriarch, what are the inheritance issues to consider!" Mei'er witch retorted, "You white horned ones should consider the inheritance issues of race!"

"Mei'er, take a closer look, what color is your horn?" asked the old devil of Muramama solemnly.

"You still have to look at it? Black!" The witch Mei'er said lightly.

"Ah!" Xue'er's witch looked at her sister's horns, and in the dark show, there were faint white columnar objects.

"Sixth aunt, haha, your horns have turned white!" The little witch Xing'er was shocked at first, and then smiled.

"Xue'er, your horns have turned white!" The witch Mei'er screamed, very uneasy.

"What?"

"impossible!"

A pair of witch sisters became restless and took out makeup mirrors and looked at them. Their faces changed, their expressions changed, with surprises, shocks, happiness, and downs.

"Not only your horns have changed color, but other people in our family have also changed color, and they all turned white." The old devil of Muramama said slowly, not knowing whether his expression was joy or sorrow.

"Good thing!" Zhengtian, who had closed his eyes, suddenly interrupted, "It means that your inheritance can choose more successors!"

"Aren't you asleep?" Xing'er's little witch said with a pout.

"I was talking in my dream just now!" Zhengtian responded, stopped talking, and even deliberately snored.

"Pretending!" Xing'er's little witch said dissatisfied, then looked at the three adults, "This is a good thing. Our Baijiao clan has bottomed out and rebounded!"

"Xinger!" Xue'er's witch looked at this alternative niece and said softly, "Are you worried that your effect will be reduced?"

"Don't worry, fifth aunt!" Xing'er looked at the witch Xue'er and the witch Mei'er with peerless beauty, "It would be great if you are willing to be guardians. I can follow Brother Xiaotian and be by his side forever!"

"Xing'er, the guardian is your duty, don't try to escape!" said the witch Mei'er.

"Oh, I really regret it..."

Happy Chinese New Year, magical sour pears are here to wish you a happy new year!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!