I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

The girl raised her head, first glanced at her grandfather, then at the opposite side of the sea, and finally turned her head in confusion, looked at her own path, and said uneasily, "Grandpa, our home is behind us."

Grandpa was silent, and then suddenly stretched out his hand, as if he was trying to catch something, but he couldn't catch anything.

Feeling that something was really wrong with her grandpa today, she held her grandpa's arm even harder, as if feeling her uneasiness, grandpa withdrew his hand and said softly: "Lingting is right, our home is behind us, so let's go back home. let's go home."

The girl looked at her grandfather in bewilderment, round Gulu's eyes were full of puzzlement, this day she knew it, and her originally calm face was also full of pain.

Two days later, holding two tickets to fly to the big eastern country, she stood in front of the mourning hall for her grandfather.

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Title: Listening to Unknown Things - Dividing Yin and Yang, Determining Life and Death

The picture freezes here, Qingzi quietly looks at the girl standing beside the old man's coffin, then turns his head to look at Chengzi and Youzhu.

"Seeing this, do you understand anything?"

Chengzi looked at the girl who looked exactly like Le Zhengling, and didn't speak for a long time, while Youzhu looked thoughtful, comparing herself with this girl in her heart.

Although it is said that this girl looks exactly the same as Le Zhengling, but that is only a rough comparison, if you look closely, you will find some differences.

The biggest difference is that the corners of this girl's eyes are sharper than those of Le Zhengting, her delicate dimples are round and cute, her eyebrows are soft and curved, and the corners of her own eyes have this kind of curvature.

"This person is the real Lezhengling? The Lingjiang you mentioned?" Seeing that Chengzi didn't speak, Youzhu couldn't help asking.

Qingzi shook his head, "No, Le Zhengling is Le Zhengling, and Ling Jiang is Ling Jiang. This person's name is not Le Zhengling."

Cheng Zi tried to move her body, but found that no matter how she walked forward, her position still remained unchanged.

Finally, Cheng Zi turned his head and looked at Qing Zi, "Who are you?"

Qingzi smiled, "Why, Chengzi, don't you believe that I am Qingzi Canozaki?"

Chengzi doesn't wear glasses now, so her mind is fully open, "Of course I don't believe it, because no matter what time period Qingzi is, it is impossible to call me by my name directly. She will call me that guy, that bastard, sister , bastard, Aozaki Touko, but they won’t call me by my first name.”

"Qingzi" showed a surprised expression, and then tapped his head a little annoyed, "It seems that I don't know enough about my daughter-in-law."

Hearing the word "daughter-in-law" that suddenly came out of the other party's mouth, the coldness on Cheng Zi's face could not be maintained immediately.

And Qingzi also changed back from the red-haired state, and a transparent figure emerged from Qingzi's back into the midair.

Wearing a cheongsam with blue stripes and white background wrapped in a medium-sized standing pepper milk, holding a folding fan to cover half of her pretty face, the skin exposed on her arms and face is smooth and tender, even if she didn't see that face, but from that The knife-cut belly, the willow waist, the astonishingly high buttocks, and the white and beautiful legs all show that this is a graceful young woman.

Qingzi pouted dissatisfiedly after this person left his body, then turned around and said to the woman: "Auntie, you are too messy!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Xiaoqing. After all, if I didn't borrow your body, I couldn't activate the fifth method." The young woman said sorry, but there was no sign of guilt in her sly eyes.

"———, you are, the original witch." After seeing this person, Youzhu felt very strange. Looking at this young woman, her eyes were full of nostalgia and longing.

"According to the inheritance, Xiao Youzhu should call me Shizu, right? Oh, but I don't recommend Youzhu to call me that. After all, calling him Shizu is really too old, and although the blood relationship is thin, But let me be your aunt."

The young woman shook the folding fan lightly, and looked at Youzhu with unclear eyes, "If I borrowed Xiao Youzhu's body, I could solve everything at once, but in the end, Xiao Youzhu didn't have much interest."

"Original Witch?" Hearing this term she had never heard of before, Cheng Zi looked at You Zhu in puzzlement.

Youzhu sorted out her thoughts, and then explained.

Primordial witches are the products of world compromises. Some of them were born from dead gods, some were born from the combination of gods and humans, and some were born from sudden mutations.

In the end, through the change of generations and the difference of inheritance, these three major factions became.

The most mysterious Inheritance Section of the Clock Tower has this extremely detailed record, and as a system completely different from magicians, they witches have always been vigilant by the world.

If magic is something that developed normally in human history, then the inheritance of the witch is something that was given suddenly, in other words, heresy.

Although everything in this world is a product that flows from the root, it only refers to things that people can understand, and their existence has been proved by time.

But heresy is different, it is completely unknown origin, cannot be understood by people, and is obviously different from the existence of this world.

The witch, even if she accepted the existence of these heretical knowledge, the birth of the fairy tale witch just distorted this knowledge and added things from human history, so as to understand and use it.

But the Primordial Witch completely surpassed the concept of human beings, mastered the power of heresy, and her every move would affect the existence of the world.

Knowing this, Youzhu was not surprised by the appearance of the other party, after all, the other party simply cannot use common sense to understand and limit its essential existence.

"Very powerful?" Cheng Zi sized the original witch up and down, unable to see how deep she was at all.

"I don't know, but Cheng Zi, I can tell you that the fairy tale magic I use has already been added to it, and its effect and power have been weakened without limit. In the Age of Gods, the original witches could even Defeat the gods. And among the three lines of witches, the fairy tale witches belong to the weakest branch, the one that combines humans and gods. And this one, if you guessed correctly, is the one that was born from the body of a dead god."

After listening to Youzhu's explanation, Cheng Zi was terrified. Even Youzhu, who was not necessarily his opponent, admitted that the fairy-tale witch team was the weakest, so how strong were the other two teams?

"You Zhu, why did she say she was your aunt?" Cheng Zi looked at the girl in the frozen picture with nostalgic eyes since she appeared, and asked.

Youzhu looked at the woman who claimed to be her aunt, bit her lower lip, hesitated, and finally asked: "In fact, the three bloodlines have always been intermarried. Strictly speaking, apart from the different inheritance, the bloodlines have actually been mixed together. , so the seniority between witches is based on inheritance in the end, which involves issues of sequence, reverse, and interposition."

Youzhu can only explain so much, because things about witches are something that the world fears, and it is a secret that cannot be resorted to, even magicians should avoid it.

"And, if I'm not mistaken, this person is Le Zhengling's mother."

Hearing this question, Cheng Zi stared straight at the woman, and when she was about to speak, the woman waved her hand, and the picture turned again.

Seemingly feeling something, she turned her head and looked at Chengzi, and said with a smile: "If you have any questions, let's read it, because there are answers to all the questions in it, ah yes, this is actually not the story of my daughter, but the story of my inexperienced daughter." The story of a child who died at birth."

It happened so suddenly, the girl quietly looked at her grandpa who had been sleeping in the coffin forever, her red eyes from crying were full of sadness.

With the help of her neighbors, she finished her grandfather's funeral and sat quietly at home holding the urn in her hand.

The sun rose to the moon, she sat for a day and a night, put the urn into the shrine, then turned on the light, and looked at the plane ticket that was placed on the low table.