Commanding Wind and Cloud - Chapter 667

She is a thief of the 24th century, but she has traveled back to a stupid and useless person without a father or mother, and it depends on the faces of those in the family. idiot? waste material? Very good, she will soon let these foolish Earthlings know what it means to regret deeply!Fighting spirit? Magic? Her dual cultivation of magic and martial arts crushes all geniuses. The position of head of the household? The Vermilion Bird Divine Beast? to want to? Sorry, she took itBut who will tell her that this cute Zhengtai, who gets dizzy and vomits wildly while riding in a carriage, is really the mythical creature Suzaku?What kind of god is the mysterious soul that resides in her body, like an old man? AndWhy do other people's friends show all kinds of domineering aura, and their domineering aura is incomparable. Why are these few people around her, either the sly merchant fox man, the paralyzed iceberg technology otaku, or the fickle and charming ghost? The best one is probably that sick and beautiful man!What about the promised hegemony over the world and the tyranny of all directions?

Question, there is a beauty under the starry sky, her black hair looks like eternal night, her bright eyes shine like stars, her powerful magic power makes the world tremble, and her peerless beauty makes all living beings surrender, who is this beauty?

“That’s right, it’s me, the Witch King, Dorothy”

ps: The real name is “Otaku Witch”, a slow-fire setting text, too watery to enter! Don’t like water! Don’t like water!

- Description from novelbuddy

When the stars all over the sky open a door on the ground, the disorder of the solar terms becomes pollution, which is a disaster for the world.

Season division came into being.

At the flick of the fingers of the Lixia Commander, thunder and punishment fell from the sky!

Tomb-sweeping Day ordered the master to kneel in front of the grave, and my ancestors saved me!

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- Description from novelbuddy

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.