The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 330

Fu Wan actually didn't know what the great witch was going to do, but she knew that becoming a great witch was every witch's dream.

It represents supreme honor and great power.

So, this position also represents competition.

Fu Wan frowned and asked, "Why?"

She thought of Qingqing who framed her today, the only competition among the witches was the position of the great witch.Obviously, the reason why Qingqing designed her is nothing more than because of the position of the great witch.

The god explained gently and patiently: "The great witches of the generations are all selected by me."

Of course, he always picks the one with the purest soul.

As for the others, it was too complicated and a waste of time. He would never spend time trying to understand a shrine maiden whose life span was only a few decades.

Qingqing's soul purity is no lower than that of Fu Wan, but he still finds Fu Wan more pleasing to the eye.

That's it.

It's just that each other's souls are engraved with each other's brand, so it's very difficult to not be eye-catching.

Fu Wan nodded, guessing that he might be blessed with a brand.But Qingqing still needs to be more careful, Fu Wan thought.

With such an interruption, it was already past lunch time.

Fu Wan's stomach grumbled involuntarily, and she realized that it was already afternoon. She hadn't eaten since she woke up in the morning, but now it's afternoon, so it's no wonder she's hungry.

Fu Wan grabbed a peach from the altar and gnawed it, saying: "Master God, why did you choose me?" Before he could answer, Fu Wan quickly said: "I guess, it must be because I think I am more special, yes Bar?"

The other party was silent for a while in the air without answering.

Fu Wan swallowed a mouthful of peaches, and smiled slyly, "I'll take it as your default."

The other party sighed, suddenly a gust of wind blew towards Fu Wan, as if someone had brushed her temples, and then bent down to pick up her snow-white wide sleeves hanging on the ground.

"The person who can imprint my soul is not special." His voice was light and gentle, like the wind in a summer night, blowing through the trembling heart.

For a moment, Fu Wan's heart beat like a drum.

Even when facing the air, Fu Wan felt that there was a ambiguity in the air for a certain moment.

Fu Wan coughed lightly, "Maybe it was an accident."

"No." He chuckled lightly, with ordinary confidence in his tone, "No one will brand my soul without my consent."

This is simply equivalent to the most intimate and most outrageous thing.

It is absolutely impossible for him to let an irrelevant person engrave his brand, and then he will be entangled for life after life.

How strong is this emotion to dare to do so?

Fu Wan couldn't speak for a while, so he could only cough lightly and change the subject, "You are quite confident."

Suddenly, the wind blows the curtain.

Someone came out from behind the heavy curtains, and Fu Wan happened to meet the man who opened the curtains.He was wearing a snow-white robe with wide sleeves, his long black hair was hanging down, he stepped on the wooden floor barefoot, and looked at Fu Wan among the curling smoke on the altar table.

He looks exactly the same as that exquisite white jade statue, but because of his personal appearance, he looks warmer than that statue.It's just that he is extremely handsome, with exquisite facial features, and he doesn't even look like a living person.

Like a fairy living in a painting.

But it's really... a bit too good-looking.

Fu Wan was stunned for a while, and the other party smiled, and the smile was also extremely gentle and compassionate, "Wan Wan really likes this look."

Fu Wan was taken aback, "You are..."

But before he finished speaking, he said warmly to Fangfang: "Recently, human beings' belief in me has become weaker and weaker. It's good to live here for a while in this appearance."

Well, she really thought too much.

Fu Wan secretly slapped himself in the heart, and smiled politely, "Then I'll take Lord Shenming to talk to my mother-in-law about this."

Lord Shenming raised his face and showed a gentle smile, "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Fu Wan stepped forward, led him to open the door, and walked towards the courtyard where the old witch was.

When the old witch heard that Fu Wan was leading the Lord Shenming, she was so excited that she almost died of a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.But in order to see the appearance of the god-sama's human incarnation, he forcibly held back the emotion that was so agitated that he was about to faint.

"Hurry up, Lord God, please come in."

Fu Wan followed the man in, and the other man's movements were gentle and meticulous, and he walked slowly to the small table and sat down, with very thorough etiquette.

With trembling hands in excitement, the old witch poured tea for the god in front of her, and then said with a trembling voice, "Please speak."

He said: "Humanity's faith in me has become weaker, I think, so I will stay here in the form of an incarnation for a while."

The old witch looked at the god who was gradually becoming more human-like in front of her, and hesitated to speak for a while.The belief that the gods need is the belief of the whole world and all races, not just human beings.

In other words, He doesn't need to care about this at all.

But he's starting to care now.

He is biased.

The old witch originally wanted to refuse, but as a human being, she had no position to refuse at all.Gods prefer humans, isn't it a good thing for humans?
"Okay, I'll help you arrange it." The old witch said very humbly.

Fu Wan glanced at the old witch, a little surprised that she would agree.

Soon, everyone knew that the god incarnated as a handsome young man and lived in the shrine. People who came to see the incarnation of the god and prayed for the help of the god simply stepped through the threshold of the shrine.

Fu Wan had to receive four or five times the number of people in a day, and was exhausted every day like a dead dog.

Only Lord Shenming had nothing to do, just sitting not far away, listening to everyone's prayers and asking for help, smiling slightly, neither agreeing nor refusing, just a posture of a listener.

After a long time, the number of people finally gradually decreased.

Many people whose wishes have been fulfilled and those whose wishes have not been fulfilled have started to quarrel, either praising the gods or slandering the gods. These are understandable things that exist everywhere.

Fu Wan didn't pay attention to these.

The assessment time for the Grand Witch has been set. It is the deep winter of this year, and now it is summer. As a popular candidate for the Great Witch, Fu Wan still has to work hard if he wants to not be ashamed.

After all, if virtue is not worthy, you will be scolded.

She began to read books seriously and study medical skills seriously.

As for the incantations, Fu Wan also started to get in touch with some, but she herself didn't quite understand if it was useful or not.But sometimes, it will still be useful, but Fu Wan doesn't know if it's just a coincidence.

But no matter how she said it, she was studying day and night to become a great witch.

At the same time, Qingqing works harder than Fu Wan.

Fu Wan has not yet mastered the basics, she is at ease, and now she is almost surpassing the old witch who was the last great witch.

(End of this chapter)