Chapter 16 Hongjun Three Lectures
It is said that Zhang Han brought the injured ancestral witches back to the ancestral witch hall.
In the ancestral witch hall, Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, looked tired, took Zhang Han's hand, and said to Zhang Han in a weak voice, "Brother Xuanqing! Thanks to you this time! Otherwise, we will be finished." This made Zhang Han, who was standing, embarrassed. After all, he beat the ancestral witches so cruelly. If he hadn't hurt the ancestral witches, those demons would not have dared to provoke the witches. Now when he heard Zhu Rong's words, Zhang Han, who had always been shameless, blushed.
After meditating, I felt that the wound of the Twelve Ancestors Witch was not so quickly. If he left now, there would be no guy who was not afraid of death to make trouble. After thinking about it, Zhang Han still decided to stay for the time being.
Zhang Han, who made the decision, said to the twelve ancestors, "You can recover for the time being!" Don't worry about the witch. I will stay in the witch for the time being and wait for you to recover."
After listening to Zhang Han's words, the eyes of the twelve ancestors witch lit up in an instant. Their families knew their own affairs. This time, the use of Pangu's real body was too much for them. Now they can't control those powerful people at all. If a guy took this opportunity to come and make trouble, it would be a lot of fun. Now they see Zhang Han to express his wish. They are relieved to stay in the witch clan, which makes them feel at ease. After all, everyone in the wilderness knows Zhang Han's strength. With Zhang Han, the witch clan is worry-free.
"Haha, thank you, Brother Xuanqing"
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"Brothers, haven't you recovered from your injuries yet?" In the ancestral witch hall, Zhang Han looked at the twelve ancestral witches with a doubtful face. Zhang Han had been in the witch for a hundred years, and the wounds of the twelve ancestral witches had not been healed, which had to make Zhang Han interested.
"Cough, Brother Xuanqing, you don't know. We are really injured too much this time. It's so slow!" Seeing Zhang Han's doubts, Zhu Rong quickly coughed twice and defended.
"Is it that heavy? You are Zu Wu. The strongest is the body. After being so injured, you have been raised for so long." Zhang Han looked at Zhu Rong, who was coughing, with a suspicious face. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it was. It's impossible. There must be a problem.
Seeing Zhang Han's face full of disbelief, Zhu Rong quickly got up and said to Zhang Han, "I have to go back to heal my wounds, so I'll go first." After that, he ran to the hall. Its speed was so fast that Zhang Han was impressed.
"Old fire, let's heal our wounds together"
"Oh, I have a stomachache"
"..."
Then, the ancestral witches all found all kinds of reasons and left. The strange reason made Zhang Han stunned, "Why didn't I find these guys so shameless?"
Finally, there are only two people left in the big ancestral witch hall, Zhang Han and Hou Tu.
Looking at the red-faced Hou Tu, Zhang Han couldn't help but want to fight Hou Tu. He opened his mouth and joked, "Sister Hou Tu, what's your reason?"
After listening to Zhang Han's words, he blushed even more. He lowered his head to avoid Zhang Han's eyes and whispered, "I have no reason."
Fortunately, Zhang Han's hearing is amazing, otherwise he really doesn't know what Hou Tu said. He joked, "Since there is no reason, you just don't want to go out."
After listening to Zhang Han's words, he couldn't help rubbing the corners of his clothes and buried his red face deeply.
Looking at the posture of the little woman in Houtu, Zhang Han couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and he also aroused some ripples in his heart. He couldn't help sighing in his heart: "The beautiful women in the flood are more beautiful than those 'so-called' beauties in later generations. Think about the beautiful women in future generations, who go out are not a pink on their faces. Question mark After removing the makeup, it's just like two people.
Hou Tu looked at Zhang Han and looked at himself in a daze, and couldn't help burying his head deeper. Although he was shy, his heart was still sweet.
He shook his head, put these thoughts out of his mind, straightened his face, and said to Hou Tu with concern, " Hou Tu, are you hurt?
"Hmm"
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Hmm"
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Looking at the Houtu that has been uh-huh, Zhang Han has a headache. He is not a fool or an antique. As an era of information explosion in later generations, he understands Houtu's heart for him, but he does not dare to accept this relationship. He is afraid. In Zhang Han's heart, Hou Tu is to incarnate and reincarnate. It is impossible for her to have a result, which makes Zhang Han accept it.
He rubbed his eyebrows and looked at Hou Tu. Zhang Han also felt that there was nothing to say. For a moment, the whole Zuwu Hall was extremely quiet.
"I am Hongjun. A hundred years later, Zixiao Palace preached for the third time. This sermon is also the last sermon. Predestined people can come to Zixiao Palace."
Just as Zhang Han and Hou Tu were silent with each other in the ancestral witch hall, Hongjun's notice came in. In an instant, Zhang Han was full of gratitude to Hongjun. Zhang Han had never felt that Hongjun was so cute as he is now. If Hongjun was in front of Zhang Han now, Zhang Han would definitely jump on and kiss Hongjun.
Zhang Han, who found an excuse, stood up, coughed, and said to Hou Tu, "Sister Hou Tu, there are still a hundred years left for Mr. Hongjun's sermon time. Let's go on the road quickly!"
After listening to Zhang Han's words, Hou Tu finally raised his head, hummed gently, and then walked out with Zhang Han.
"Yo, you two are finally willing to come out." Zhang Han, who had just walked out of the ancestral witch hall, heard Zhu Rong's joke-filled bad smile.
Being laughed at by Zhu Rong, Hou Tu couldn't help blushing again. He secretly glanced at Zhang Han and found that he just shook his head with a wry smile, and couldn't help but feel a trace of loss in his heart.
"Brother Zhu Rong laughed. I'm here to say goodbye this time. Mr. Hongjun's third sermon is about to begin. I'm going to go to Zixiao Palace to listen. I don't know if you are willing to go together?" Zhang Han's last words were said to the twelve witches.
After listening to Zhang Han's words, the twelve ancestor witch meditated. Except for Houtu, they all shook their heads. The witches did not cultivate the yuan god, and they didn't understand it. They all said that they were unwilling to go.
Seeing that the ancestral witches refused, Zhang Han didn't say much. He directly made a look at the ancestral witches and flew out of the sky with the back soil.
"I hope that Hou Tu's sister can get what she wants." Just after Zhang Han left with Hou Tu, eleven Zu Wu blessed Hou Tu in their hearts.