Their faces were calm, and they looked at her as if they wanted to remember her thoroughly in the depths of their memory, and they would never forget them for the rest of their lives.

"A few brothers..."

Houtu looked at them with his mouth and his eyes were a little red.

"Don't cry, wipe it off!"

Di Jiang's face suddenly became angry: "Remember, you are Houtu and our sister, you can't cry! Remember?"

"But brother, I..."

"Shut up!"

Jumang's face turned angry.

However, when I looked at Houtu, I still couldn't get angry.

"Let's go, little sister!"

Gong Gong sighed and patted her on the shoulder: "No matter what, you are our little sister, this is something that no one can change, and the Great Witch Clan still needs you!"

Houtu has a mouth.

Want to talk...

However, the eleven brothers and sisters had already turned around and refused to see her.

She understands!

Wiping the tears in my eyes, looking back three times, looking at them until I couldn't see them...

Go!

Don't come back!

Don't be afraid, either.

because.

We will always be with you...

only……

You will be very lonely!

The eleven ancestor witches looked at Houtu’s back and tears finally flowed down...

They all know what this Houtu means as soon as he leaves.

Farewell!
Chapter completed!