Amber was facing her, just in time to witness the process of the birth of the Enchantress. At this time, her expression could be said to be colorful.
"... alive?" The woman tried to find a neutral word
Dill held her breath, waiting for her answer, which nearly took her back at the sound of it, but really, her little heart couldn't take it if she asked directly.
She tried, "Wh, what color?"
"White?"
Dill's heart fluttered as her mind flashed through all the possible beasts of the East.
"White that has a black color?!" Hardly a panda!
With difficulty, she said, "Not black, but a little red?"
A little red in the white? Dill's expression collapsed. What the hell?
"Does it go with me?"
"Matches, very much." This time, Amber was sure, nodding her head like garlic.
White with red, and with his own body of oriental ground qi, it is difficult not to be... Dan Ding Xian Crane!
Dill, ecstatic, turned his head, then saw the snow-white round and red palms on the ground, indeed, and Amber recounted not the slightest difference.
Good... good white, good red, good grounded, good big red palm, big white goose, ah!
The black-haired girl and the big white goose I stared at you, and you stared at me. Dill only felt a burst of heaven and earth; the next thing she could not feel was anything.
Amber looked sympathetically at the fainting young girl, forked a glance at the big, round, chubby white goose, and, after half a day's thought, tried to squeeze out a word of comfort:
"At least the enchanter looks tastier than his master and can fight for the next ten minutes of survival.
In a daze, Dill barely opened a slit, vaguely seeing the tattered copy of the Great Gift of Glorification of the Gods not far away, which she had casually tossed to the ground by herself just moments before.
It was wide open with the most wrinkled page; the corner of one side of the page was folded in a big triangle; obviously, from time to time, it had been repeatedly flipped through.
"On the night of the full moon, when a minor witch turns eighteen, she must hunt a demonic wolf alone and offer the wolf's head to the Temple of Women. Those who fail to complete the ritual of sacrifice will be stripped of their magical powers and eternally cursed by the Moon Goddess."
She felt cursed right now.