I died eight times, and each time I taught a witch how to grow.
In the first life, I taught the forest witch "rejection" and turned into a point of light in her arms.
In the second life, I taught the elemental witch to "guard" and I fell into disarray in front of her.
In the third life, I taught the Dragon Blood Empress "control" and burned her soul in the sea of consciousness.
In the fourth life, I adopted the war orphan Mo Ling and guided her to press the button to kill me.
In the fifth life, I helped the rebellious saint see the truth clearly and protected her from fatal divine punishment.
Now in my ninth life, I live in seclusion in an antique shop and just want to spend my last days peacefully.
Result——
The shy silver-haired nun brings honey bread every day: "Do you... Need someone to accompany you?"
The enthusiastic red-haired mercenary moved directly into the next door: "I promised to make it up to me in this life!"
Sober academics always come to me for "academic discussions": "Only you can understand my theory."
The cunning female engineer kept causing "mechanical failures": "Can you help me fix it? Just the two of us."
The paranoid saint is about to arrive: "He is the only truth, I want to purify all hypocrisy..."
What's even more frightening is that they don't know each other and they all think they are the only ones!
Now, five of the strongest witches of the era are gathered in my shop.
And I'm just an ordinary person with a broken soul.
Oh yes, there are also preparatory witches from the Sixth Age who are growing up, and they don't look right at me...
[Relaxing Shura Field × Epic Showdown × Chasing Wife (Husband) Crematorium]
"I was the one who taught them before, but now... It's them who judge me."
Ninth life, fifth era or fifth life?