House Witch

Chapter 954 953. Such an old ancestor

"Senior sister, I think you may really need to practice hard and improve your strength. You really make me feel insecure."

Dorothy looked at the strange witch with the snake wrapped around her body, but she didn't panic and scream immediately. Instead, she raised her head calmly, glanced at the senior sister with the hat on her head, and then said this seriously.

Fortunately, senior sister Fanni was still online this time, and was not disconnected from the Internet.

"I think this should not be my problem, but your problem, Xibao. Don't you think it's abnormal for a little witch with a magic power of only more than 200,000 mana to often encounter such a big guy who is out of the standard?"

Senior sister with the hat also drooped her tentacles with some fatigue. This situation of facing big guys that she couldn't resist again and again has almost made the poor future fourth lady's self-confidence collapse.

However, when the starry eyes under the brim of the hat glanced at the face of the strange witch who appeared beside her master even she did not notice when, she could not help but blink her eyes, as if she wanted to see if she had recognized the wrong person.

And when she confirmed again and again that she had not recognized the wrong person, the tentacles under the brim of the hat could not help but hug her master's face tightly.

"Oh my god, Xibao, this time I really saw the living ancestor."

Although it was the first time for Senior Sister Fanni to see the real person of this big man, she had seen the photos or pictures of this big man before, so now she clearly recognized the identity of this strange adult who looked a little lazy.

Turtle, this is really a big shot.

Anyway, she will not take the blame this time. If it was still an ordinary sage like Ifrit last time, it would be fine. It was indeed her failure to notice it, but for the one she met today, it was not a question of whether she was a failure or not.

Even if that arrogant little flame demon sage stood here, he wouldn't be much better than her. After all, strictly speaking, meeting him is not much different from meeting the three kings. Anyway, they are basically powerless to fight back.

"Huh, what the hell, do you have ancestors?"

Dorothy was also shocked to hear what the senior said.

This kind of king of destiny only has one mother, the world mother, so where does the ancestor come from?

Oh, the senior has a sister named Dorothy, is she the ancestor of the circus?

The house witch was still looking up the eighteen generations of relatives of senior Fanny, but the hat senior had already strangled her neck and chin with her tentacles speechlessly.

"What are you thinking about? It's not my ancestor, it's the living ancestor of your family, Qianbao."

Senior Fanny explained speechlessly.

Dorothy: "."

The house witch was silent.

This time, she retracted her gaze from the senior sister in the hat, lowered her head again, and then looked at the living ancestor who was still circling around her and sniffing everywhere.

Well, at this glance, this so-called living ancestor is really pretty, with peerless beauty comparable to Audrey.

If such beauty is not born like the little fox, then it can only mean one thing, that is, the evolution of this witch is already quite high, and her body has reached a nearly perfect level.

This is the appearance of a real boss.

However, this boss seems a little lazy.

Obviously, she is a beauty that can make fish sink and geese fall, and the moon hide and flowers blush, but the temperament of this big sister who looks only in her twenties is so lazy that people will yawn involuntarily if they look at her for a few more times.

The wizard robe on her body is crooked, and her black hair is draped behind her in a messy way. The beautiful peach blossom eyes of the same style as Dorothy are half-open at this time, as if she has not woken up, and she feels a bit like dead fish eyes.

And it's not just the eyes. The big sister also has a dragon horn crown in her messy hair. A slender black dragon tail is also hanging on the ground behind her, and the tip of the tail is poking around restlessly.

Dorothy looked down at her tail, and then speechlessly found that her tail, which was originally very cold to the little junior sister's nine tails, had now run to take the initiative to chat with her.

And the tail of the living ancestor big sister in the mouth of the senior sister did not refuse, so the two similar dragon tails were intimately entangled with each other at this time.

Great, stick together.

The witch of the house: "."

Oh my god, is this really the living ancestor of my family.

Dorothy blinked her eyes, still a little unresponsive.

First of all, this must exclude the Lord Dragon King from the list of ancestors, and secondly.

Second, what the hell, she chose to ask directly.

"Sister, who are you?"

And the lazy big sister also answered this very straightforwardly.

"Jörmungandr."

The lazy royal sister answered like this.

Dorothy: "."

What should I do? She suddenly felt her knees were a little weak.

I was just about to go home to recognize my ancestors and I met the old ancestor of Kaimai at the door. What should I do? Should I kowtow to her first?

Waiting online, it's urgent.

The house witch couldn't help but cast her eyes on the pure white witch who first discovered the existence of this ancestor not far away.

"Sophia, help me."

Her eyes conveyed this meaning.

But unfortunately, the pure white witch was not deaf, and she naturally heard the introduction of the lazy big sister just now.

Well, Sophielia was also a little unsteady at this time. After all, for her who grew up in the Jörmungandr family, this name may have a greater impact on her than Dorothy.

Miss Angel Witch felt that she needed some time to calm down.

However, it should be said that you are really worthy of it, my eldest lady. Although I did remind you to be a little more high-profile this time, I never expected that you would directly perform the return of the real Dragon King when you came back.

Sophielia suddenly felt that her action of asking the Apocalypse War Group to come together to support the eldest lady was a bit redundant.

And seeing that her most trusted butler actually lowered his head so unreliably, Dorothy looked at the other sisters around her.

Okay, three statues, it seems that they are of no use.

She sighed silently in her heart and had to come by herself.

"Ancestor, I don't think it's appropriate to call this sister."

Dorothy had to speak carefully. She just wanted to introduce her identity as the heir of the Jörmungandr family for who knows how many generations.

But before she could speak, the lazy and cute elder sister tilted her head again, thought for a while, and then spoke.

"Should I call you aunt? Or stepmother? Or good grandson? Which one do you like?"

Dorothy: "."

This ancestor is really shocking, and the witch at home has begun to sweat.

The sisters were also shocked by this sudden speech. Alice, Madeline and Audrey looked at Dorothy in confusion, while Sophielia, who knew a little about the inside story of the Witch Night, narrowed her eyes and thought about it.

"Ahem. I think sisters are good. You call me sister, and I call you ancestor. It's good for everyone to call each other."

Dorothy said this after coughing wildly.

What is this ancestor talking about? I can understand what you say about aunt. After all, if you count from the little fat dragon Emora, Denise is the second aunt, and she is the aunt.

But what the hell is stepmother? Emora and I were just pure breeding relationship at the beginning. Don't say such nonsense. If my good sister hears it, you will definitely suffer a lot even if you are the ancestor.

But then again, is this ancestor so powerful? He even knows the things in the first round?

The witch of the house couldn't help but feel a little curious. After all, the first round was the period of the God King, and the ancestor of Jörmungandr was a newcomer born in the era of the Dragon King. How could he not know so much?

Moreover, just like the evil girl Ati and the Lord Demon King can't be equated, Emora and the current Lord Dragon King should not be confused. As the daughter of Lord Dragon King, does this ancestor of Jörmungandr know too much?

Dorothy was a little confused about this.

However, forget it, the boss's thoughts are not something she can figure out. The good sister and Ati before are fine, but Lord Dragon King is the real perfect witch king. She is really nothing like the little fat dragon in her memory.

Well, if I must say, the old ancestor hanging on her now is more like a grown-up little fat dragon, both are just as lazy.

"Sister, do you have any instructions for me?"

The house witch still carefully served the old ancestor and asked.

And so, the dragon around the world shook his head.

"No, I was still sleeping, and I woke up when I smelled your fragrance, and then I came to see, I have never smelled such a good smell."

The lazy big sister who was still wrapped around the house witch like a snake answered as a matter of course.

She said it very confidently, and the fact is indeed that simple.

Dorothy: "."

She really has fragrance, which is one of the several visions of the saint's soul.

But this thing didn't have much presence in the past except saving money on perfume. She never thought that she could make a nest and then catch a huge fish like Jörmungandr.

Although from her understanding of Emora, it might not be the scent of flowers on her body that attracted the ancestor of Jörmungandr, but the

House witch silently took out the charcoal-grilled dragon leg, a small snack from her pocket.

Sure enough, when this thing was taken out, the ancestor's half-open dead fish eyes suddenly widened, and then opened his bloody mouth and swallowed Dorothy's hand and the huge dragon leg in one gulp.

Literally swallowed in one gulp, this lazy big sister who looked harmless just now suddenly opened her mouth wide, and it became bigger and bigger, and finally when it was enough to swallow the three or four-meter-long dragon leg whole, she just let out a roar.

This scared the house witch, she thought that this ancestor was so cruel that he would turn her into a one-armed hero, but in fact, Jörmungandr's way of eating was quite consistent with her dragon and snake appearance.

She was a pill swallowing school.

Dorothy could feel her arm being swallowed, and the dragon beast leg in her hand was immediately squeezed and carried away by the slender snake tongue and soft flesh. Her arm was not hurt, but was wrapped tightly by the soft flesh in the mouth, as if it was being massaged in all directions. It was surprisingly comfortable.

Alas, the ancestor Jörmungandr didn't even intend to let go of a drop of oil on her hand, and licked it all clean for her.

The witch used a little force to finally pull her arm out of the mouth of the ancestor who looked a bit scary. When the two separated, there was a sound of waves.

Damn, she knew that the dragon king’s cubs were probably greedy dragons. Emora, you have caused a lot of harm.

"Anything else?"

Jörmungandr, who had already eaten the huge dragon leg, looked at Dorothy expectantly and asked.

The witch: "."

Can you really taste the food without chewing it like this?

As if sensing Dorothy's doubts, Jörmungandr swam directly along the witch's body to her, and then opened his mouth again.

"I chewed it, but it was my stomach that chewed it, so I could taste the delicious food more carefully. If you don't believe me, just look."

Because she opened her mouth wide, she said this in a somewhat slurred manner.

Dorothy: "."

My ancestor, you don't have to be so serious about this kind of thing, and who can normally see the stomach directly from the throat.

She thought so in her heart, but her body honestly stuck its head out of the mouth and looked.

Oh my god, I actually saw the scary stomach full of sharp fangs at the end of the esophagus.

What kind of stomach is this?

How should I put it? The dragon body is really amazing.

But now is obviously not the time to study the wonderful body structure of the ancestor in depth. She still has business to do.

"Sister, you know you are very hungry, but don't worry, wait for me to fill a big wave first, and then come back to feed you."

Dorothy didn't forget the business.

She wanted to give the mother of dragons a long face.

The movement of the Apocalypse Fleet entering the dock just now has attracted the attention of most people on the dock, and because of Sophielia's action of walking in front of her, many eyes are now on her.

Well, after she showed the dragon horns and dragon tail, the passers-by who thought she might just be a follower of the young lady's outfit finally came to their senses and realized that she might be the real thing.

The stage is ready, and it is natural that she, the protagonist, will appear next.

All eyes on me, I have something to announce next.

She was just about to act on this idea and announced loudly that the eldest daughter of the Jörmungandr clan had returned home in glory.

But she hadn't taken two steps when she felt that she couldn't walk anymore.

This was natural, after all, the ancestor was still hanging on her. Although Jörmungandr was in human form now, her slender and tall body, estimated to be about three meters long, seemed to have no bones, and she tightly wrapped the witch of the house in a dragon-snake entanglement posture.

"Sister, why don't you come down first? I can't move like this."

Dorothy tried to negotiate.

However.

"I don't want to, it's tiring to come down and walk by myself, and you smell so good, I don't want to leave."

Jörmungandr refused at the speed of light.

Dorothy: "."

My ancestor, you are disturbing my pretense like this.

And hugging and kissing in public is out of order, I will be killed by the society.

As if sensing the witch's distress, Jörmungandr thought for a moment, and then his body began to shrink and become slender.

In the end, the witch had a small dragon-snake scarf that the witch loved to see.

Okay, a cat on the left shoulder, a dragon on the right shoulder, and now there's a snake in the middle of the neck, and a tentacle monster on the top of the head.

Well, Mr. Clown can officially become a tamer.

Dorothy was still complaining in her heart.

But the dragon-snake ancestor on her neck had quietly come to her ear.

"Sister, I like your dragon beast leg very much, and I won't eat it for nothing. You seem to want fame or prestige, right? Then I'll lend you mine."

Jörmungandr said so.

But before the witch understood what this meant, she suddenly heard a series of thumps.

She was stunned, then raised her head, and then saw that on the dock not far away, those melon-eating witches were kneeling one after another.

It was the might of the dragon, the extremely powerful and terrifying might of the dragon sweeping across the entire dragon kingdom, just like the king descending and all living beings bowing down.

In just a moment, no one was left standing on the huge dock except for the sisters.

Dorothy: “.”

Ah this

The witch in the house was stunned