Chapter 57 The most uncomfortable beauty
"Sister Hou Tu, Xuanqing brothers are here, come quickly..." Seeing Zhang Han coming over, Eleven Zuwu all pushed the back soil forward with a smile.
"You, you..."
Being coaxed by the remaining twelve ancestral witches, the ancestral witch couldn't help blushing to his ears, which made Zhang Han, who had just come forward, lose his mind for a while. At this time, "white muscles like snow, reflecting peach blossoms" can be used to describe Houtu. Houtu is wearing a goose-yellow palace dress, which sets off the whole person so dignified and generous, just like a beautiful and noble lady. The hair rolled up with purple hairpin makes the back soil so cute and innocent, just like the pure elf in heaven and earth.
"Xuanqing Taoist friend, how are you?" Seeing that Zhang Han had come to him, Hou Tu summoned up his courage, but greeted him loudly.
Hearing Hou Tu's greetings, Zhang Han finally woke up like a dream and scolded himself, "Have you practiced on dogs for so many years?" I wanted to take a deep breath and wake myself up, but I smelled a fresh and seductive fragrance. After a little exploration, I found that the source of the fragrance was the body fragrance of Houtu. It was really evil! He shook his head vigorously and put these vulgar ideas out of his mind.
He straightened his face and said to Hou Tu and said, "This time, I still want to thank you for what you witches want to think. This is why the four of us brothers picked up such a big bargain, but Xuanqing thanked here first." With that, he made a look at Hou Tu and Eleven Ancestor Wu Weiwei to express his gratitude.
"Brother Xuanqing, you are so strange. What's the relationship between us? We witches don't cultivate the yuan god. Even if these twelve purple lotus are given to us, don't we take them back and hang them? Moreover, with the ability of the Xuanqing brothers and Sanqing Taoist friends, even with our twelve ancestors, I think it is impossible to grab the purple lotus from the Xuanqing brothers!" When the Twelve Zuwu saw Zhang Han thanked him, he also came forward with a smile. Di Jiang Zuwu also replied to Zhang Han. After saying that, he looked straight at Zhang Han with a straight face, trying to see something from Zhang Han's face.
Aware of Dijiang's gaze and smiled, Zhang Han did not answer the problem, but said again, "One yard is one yard. This time I still want to thank the witch clan. This is a favor. In the future, Xuanqing will return it."
Seeing that Zhang Han refused to answer directly, he looked calm. Di Jiang thought slightly and cast Zhang Han's depth even more unfathomable. Maybe his witch didn't want to let go, and it was really possible that he was cleaned up by others. He also thought that Zhang Han was so strong. If he had a deeper friendship with the witch, it was not a witch. The benefits are greater? At this time, Di Jiang was even more determined to make friends with Zhang Han.
Seeing that Dijiang, the boss, thought alone and did not answer, the rest of the ancestral witches became active. Zhu Rong jumped in front of Zhang Han, put his arms around Zhang Han's neck, and looked at him mysteriously and said, "Brother Xuanqing, how do you think of my sister?"
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After listening to Zhu Rong's words, Zhang Han almost fell and thought, "What is this and what!" Looking along Zhu Rong's eyes, he looked at Hou Tu, but he happened to meet Hou Tu's eyes secretly looking at him.
"Ah..." It seemed that a child who stole candy was discovered by his parents. Hou Tu found that he was peeking at Zhang Han, but he was caught by the master. He unconsciously shouted softly, and his face was also full of shy red clouds, but abnormally he did not bow his head to avoid it. Zhang Han's eyes were full of shy but firm The eyes met Zhang Han's eyes straight.
Seeing Hou Tu's shy but firm eyes, Zhang Han couldn't help but be shocked. How could he not know what friendship Hou Tu was? He couldn't help asking himself, "Is it really right for me?"
Are you afraid of losing? Are you afraid of experiencing that painful regret again? I'm still timid and don't have the courage to resist the sky..." Countless thoughts floated in Zhang Han's mind, constantly impacting Zhang Han's mind, making Zhang Han extremely irritable. He looked up again and looked at Hou Tu's already pale face, and his disappointed eyes all stung Zhang Han's heart.
Time seemed to be still at this moment, and there was only the sound of the wind blowing between the whole world. Twelve Ancestors and Sanqing stood around Zhang Han. No one opened their mouth to break the silence, but silently looked at Zhang Han and waited for his final decision.
An idea flashed in Mu Ran and Zhang Han's mind, "Do I like Hou Tu?" As soon as this idea appeared, it was like a huge tree deeply rooted, deeply rooted in Zhang Han's mind, and it couldn't be thrown away.
This is a simple but extremely difficult problem. Zhang Han couldn't help but float his mood to the moment when he met Houtu for the first time.
"Who are you"
"Bad guy..."
"..."
The appearance of a little adult made me remember so much. From the beginning, I was attracted by such a lively and cute elf. Later, her dignity has been deeply branded in my heart. I don't know when there was such a beautiful figure in my heart, so, I'm sure I like the back soil.
"I like Hou Tu" appeared in this year, just like a hot August, a clear stream on Tianshan Mountain, and Zhang Han's washed heart, so that countless distracting thoughts and worries in Zhang Han's mind disappeared.
"Since I like it, what am I afraid of?" At this time, there is only a kind of persistence and firmness left in Zhang Han's mind. Since I can set a goal to pursue the other side of the way, I will cut through the thorns all the way. Now I have made sure that I like the back soil, but I retreat because of a little difficulty. How can I overcome countless difficulties, break through the peak and pursue the way? On the other side?
Like the sound of broken glass, Zhang Han's cultivation stuck on the bottle finally had a trace of breakthrough, and an indomitable will also emanated from Zhang Han, which made the Twelve Ancestors and Sanqing around him palpitate, and even the white and flawless sky in the sky trembled.
Then, in the shocked eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witch and Sanqing, Zhang Han gradually appeared an oppression. The strength of this oppression, even Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witch, who are the top powers of the flood and famine, gradually can't resist it. They have to fly away from Zhang Han with shocked eyes, far away with a kind of fear. He looked at Zhang Han.
"Call/..." It seemed that the clearance was over, and the pressure finally stopped growing. Sanqing and Zu Wu in the distance were relieved to see that the pressure stopped. Although this pressure was not aimed at them, it was really uncomfortable under this pressure, but.
Just when Sanqing and the ancestral witches thought it was over and wanted to come forward, a strong suction came from Zhang Han's body. At this time, Zhang Han seemed to turn into a black hole, crazily devouring tens of millions of miles of aura, and its devouring speed was so fast that it was simply frightening.
Countless aura rage, dragon spring wind, sandstorm, and the emergence of a stream. At this time, the world is a piece of flying sand and stone. The originally leisurely animals also nestled in their own caves, desperately resisting this sudden suction.
The Sanqing and the ancestral witches who came forward were also extremely embarrassed by this sudden suction. The ancestral witches were fine. After all, they were running on the ground. Although the suction was great, the ancestral witches were strong and struggled, and they could still retreat as soon as possible.
But Sanqing is unlucky. They fly in the sky, and Zhang Han's suction is strong. Sanqing and others are not ready. In addition, the sky is already at a loss than the ground. Therefore, Sanqing is a tragedy. Although he tried his best to resist, he was still swept around by the crazy aura of heaven and earth. For a moment, The third liquidation is a real performance of "flying people in the air".
For a long time, Zhang Han finally broke through. After that, he was full of momentum and suction. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed. His eyes did not have the joy of the previous breakthrough, but were full of firmness. His whole body was reborn again and became more full of vitality. This was Zhang Han who broke the inner bottle, Wan Like a phoenix, reborn in a bath of fire.