Great Primordial: Seven Saints, The Strongest Gourds In History

It's been a long time.

Xi He and Chang Xi came back to their senses, with a flash of worry in their eyes, and said, "Sister Nuwa, what should we do now?"

"We can't really be left in Hulu Village forever to give birth to a child for Mo Bai!"

Nuwa chuckled and said: "How is this possible? Mo Bai's brothers only come back every once in a while..."

Yihe patted his heart and murmured: "This is best, otherwise, if I stay in this small village, I will be driven crazy sooner or later!"

Chang Xi patted Xi He on the shoulder and comforted: "Sister, didn't Mo Bai Daoist Friend say before that he would let us go?"

"What else do you have to worry about!"

Yihe said solemnly: "Sister, you are still too young to understand the sinister nature of people's hearts. Although Mo Bai said he would let us go..."

Chang Xi smiled and said: "Sister, don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart!"

“Isn’t this Sister Nuwa still here?”

"Even if Mo Bai Daoist Friend doesn't let us leave, is it possible that Sister Nuwa can't be left here?"

Outside Hulu Village.

Mo Bai picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it all in one gulp. He looked back at Nuwa, Xi He, and Chang Xi who were talking and laughing in the village. He muttered in his heart: "No wonder the old saying often says that three women perform a show. Now it seems , it’s really true!"

These were just three people. When the woodcutter and the scholar brought back Houtu from the Witch Clan, and faced four women every day, Mo Bai didn't know what to do.

Although these four women were all wives who met Mo Bai, they were all forced to come here by woodcutters and scholars.

As a normal man, seeing his daughter-in-law walking around in front of her every day without being able to touch her with a finger, Bai knew how aggrieved she felt.

Thinking of the hard life ahead, Mo Bai picked up his wine glass and drank in depression.

Nuwa, Xi He, and Chang Xi chatted with each other in the village.

From time to time, I could hear chuckles like silver bells coming from the village.

Witch Clan ancestral land.

The woodcutter and the scholar looked at the Witch Clan headquarters in front of them.

The scholar's eyes narrowed and he said: "Brother, should we just break in and snatch Houtu's sister-in-law, or how can we do it"||?"

The woodcutter looked at Pangu Temple with his deep eyes, paying no attention to the scholar at all, as if he didn't hear what the scholar said.

See this scene.

The scholar asked in a low voice: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't scare me!"

The woodcutter murmured to himself: "Huh? Why does it feel familiar?"

Fortunately, Mo Bai is not here at this time. Otherwise, after hearing this, I will be more certain in my heart that the identity of the woodcutter is the reincarnation of the great god Pangu.

After listening to the woodcutter's words, the scholar stood there in confusion, not knowing what to say.

I could only stare at the woodcutter with both eyes.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The woodcutter came back to his senses, and without saying a word, he took a step forward, and a terrifying mana swept out of his body in all directions.

Pangu Temple.

Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Gong Gong noticed the arrival of a strong man, and quickly walked out of the hall.

When Di Jiang saw that the two people who came were the woodcutter and the scholar, he looked respectful and quickly raised his hands and said, "I don't know if the two seniors are here, but the juniors are far away to welcome you!"

At the same time, Zhu Jiuyin and Zhu Rong rushed over. When everyone saw the figures of the woodcutter and the scholar, they all hurriedly raised their hands and said, "I have seen these two seniors!"

Zhu Jiuyin looked at the scholar looking around and asked, "I wonder what this senior is looking for?"

"If there is any use for the junior, the senior can speak up!"

Not far away, Zhu Rong walked over and said carelessly: "Senior, if you need anything, just ask, as long as I can help, I will never refuse!"

Several other Ancestral Witches also nodded lightly, indicating their attitude.

The scholar looked at Di Jiang and asked, "Don't you have twelve Ancestral Witches in your Witch Clan?"

"Why are there only eleven left now!"

Di Jiang hesitated for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "This senior wants to ask about Houtu's whereabouts!"

The scholar nodded and said, "Yes, my eldest brother and I came here just to pick up Houtu's sister-in-law!"

"Is it possible that Houtu's sister-in-law is not in the Witch Clan?"

Zhu Jiuyin came out, looked at the scholar, and explained: "To be honest, senior, Miss Houtu left Witch Clan and went to Hulu Village hundreds of years ago!"

Upon hearing this, the scholar was surprised and said: "What? Did you go to Hulu Village hundreds of years ago?"

The scholar thought that Zhu Jiuyin was deceiving him, but when he saw Di Jiang, Zhu Rong, and Gong Gong nodding in unison, he muttered in confusion: "Then why did it take so long for the two of us to return to Hulucun?" You haven’t even seen half of Houtu’s sister-in-law?"

The woodcutter looked at Di Jiang and said in a deep voice: "."What on earth is going on?"

Facing the woodcutter's question, Di Jiang couldn't help but shudder and said: "Senior, the thing is like this. Hundreds of years ago, a few of us discussed going to attack Demon Race... …

Zhu Jiuyin said: "Two seniors, since Miss Houtu is not in Hulu Village, she must have gone to the Great Primordial to travel!"

"It's rare for the two seniors to come to the Witch Clan. Why don't you go in and let us entertain you?"

Zhu Rong shouted carelessly: "Yes, you two seniors, no matter what, our two families are still in-laws. You two have come such a long way here, you can't not even have a drink!"

The scholar and the woodcutter, who originally wanted to refuse and leave, looked at the Eleven Ancestral Witch who was so enthusiastic in front of them, so they had no choice but to nod and follow the crowd towards the Pangu Temple.

Pangu Temple.

The woodcutter, the scholar, and the emperor were seated separately as the guest of honour.

Di Jiang picked up a glass of wine and said, "Seniors, poor daoist, here's a drink to you two!"

"I think back then, if the two seniors hadn't appeared, I (Li Dezhao) and the Witch Clan would not have been able to survive given the situation we were in at that time..."

Zhu Jiuyin picked up the wine glass, cupped his hands and said: "Two seniors, poor daoist, I also want to toast you a drink!"

The scholar drank two glasses and looked at the Ancestral Witch who still wanted to come to toast. He quickly waved his hand and then stopped.

The woodcutter picked up the wine glass and took a sip, looking directly at a passage not far away, and whispered: "This smell is so familiar!"

The scholar frowned slightly and asked puzzledly: "Brother, what does it smell like?"

Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Zhu Rong also looked at the woodcutter.

After being stared at like this by several people, the woodcutter shook his head when he came back to his senses, drank the wine in his glass, and murmured: "Nothing, nothing..."

"Third brother, it's getting late, let's get on the road quickly!"

Just when the two stood up and were about to leave, Zhu Rong said with crazy eyes: "Two seniors, the junior is not talented and would like to ask for advice...".