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Things in the future.

No one can say for sure, but...

You may not have a chance of survival..."

Twelve Ancestral Witches: "..."

They always felt that there was something in Hongjun's words, and this sentence made them dumbfounded.

Can't you explain it directly?

You have to be blindfolded.

It has to be said to be ambiguous.

Their ancestral witch is a leader in cultivating the physical body, and they do have their own unique understanding of the physical body.

However, they are not good at this kind of brain teaser.

What future, what lifeline.

I heard that their heads were getting bigger.

Even the red-earth ancestral witch who likes to think is still confused at the moment, and has no idea what Hongjun means.

"All right."

Hongjun waved his hand, and continued: "What should be said, what should be told, what should be cared about, Pindao has already done.

you go away. "

Everyone: "..."

Do you have any advice?

Do you care?

These seem to have none.

What exactly are you trying to do?

a time.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches became even more depressed.

Their faces twitched involuntarily, and it was hard to look at them, as if they were going to have a lot of resentment towards Hongjun.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, don't do this."

Di Jiang said: "We have known each other for a while, can't you explain it more clearly?"

They did understand the matter of the road.

But everything else was a blur.

Is it...

"Don't say it, and you can't say it."

Hongjun smiled and said: "You will know in the future, but don't worry, your life is in the hands of the master. If the old man does not let you die, you will not die."

Pooh!

What is not dead.

This sentence made their faces ugly.

"That's the end of the poor words."

Now he doesn't want to talk to these ancestral witches anymore.

Not interesting.

Don't let yourself beat yourself up.

Even if it's just for fun.

snort!

Sure enough, they are a group of bastards who only know how to take, but don't know how to give.

Only the muscles are strong, but the brain is not bright at all.

Coming to Zixiao Palace this time, everyone is getting to know each other for a while.

But when you twelve ancestral witches came here, you didn't even bring any gifts. This isn't the way they came here.

It is too much.

unacceptable.

A bunch of assholes.

The brain is not bright, and it does not give any benefits.

As long as you bring some gifts, I, Hongjun, can drive you away.

Can you still remember that fart back then?

Ugh!

Can't be human.

Hongjun looked depressed.

Back then, why did I befriend such a group of guys with simple minds and relatively well-developed limbs?

Really pissed off.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, I wonder if Senior Jiang would like to see us?"

Di Jiang hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking: "After we left back then, we haven't seen Senior Jiang for so many years.

I also miss him very much. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Hongjun can make a report on his behalf so that we can meet Senior Jiang? "

Hongjun: "..."

Want to see your master?

Hongjun couldn't help frowning, "Di Jiang, I'm afraid you are really thinking about farting."

"Fellow Daoist, how do you say this?"

Di Jiang's old face darkened, and he thought: "Can't you, Hongjun, say something else?"

Really.

I knew that if I said this, if I didn't think that you Hongjun's current cultivation base is stronger and your physical body is more terrifying, our twelve ancestor witches would have pushed you to the ground and rubbed you.

How can I still get you calling here.

"Since you can't see his old man, it means he doesn't want to see you."

Hongjun curled his lips and said, "So, aren't you guys thinking about what a fart is?"

Before the time comes, why would Master and his elders meet you.

"Fellow Daoist, is this true?"

Di Jiang was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is there something we did wrong that offended the old man?"

"I don't know that."

Hongjun shook his head, "Only he himself knows about Master's old man.

Besides, for an existence like Master, how could we possibly guess his thoughts?

Practice with peace of mind. "

After speaking.

Hongjun looked like seeing off the guests.

Anyway, the second and third sermons of the twelve ancestral witches should not come.

"Friend Hongjun, thank you very much."

No matter what, Hongjun still thanked, "If you go to Honghuangzhong in the future, you must go to our Wuzu."

"Will you still beat me?"

Hongjun asked with a smile.

The ancestor witches: "..."

Cough!

Suddenly, they were choked and almost choked to death.

"Friend Daoist is joking."

Di Jiang quickly responded, "You are a saint, a superior existence, we are just a group of ants.

Cough!

You old man, don't be familiar with us.

Okay? "

Immediately, Hongjun stared at Dijiang and the others for a long time.

After a while.

He said quietly: "Di Jiang, your shameless appearance really makes the poor ashamed."

"To each other, fellow Daoist Hongjun, you are not simple."

Di Jiang laughed back.

You, Hongjun, are also a shameless fellow.

Don't think I don't know.

Hongjun: "..."

Damn, I really want to be ridiculed?

Chapter 1665 When the boss thinks about it, the law is born

Penglai Fairy Island.

Jiang Xiao pinched his fingers and calculated, and couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching, "These guys still want to get benefits from me to fight against the monster clan. It's easy to calculate, but it's a pity..."

He, Jiang Xiao, would not let a group of ancestral witches plot.

I don't even plan to meet them.

It's useless to see it.

Anyway, this is their doomed doom.

He will not end himself.

What's more, he still has to rely on these twelve ancestor witches to stir up the two Lich clans and the prehistoric clans.

That's good.

In Zixiao Palace.

Seeing that the Twelve Ancestral Witches hadn't left yet, Hongjun didn't seem to want to leave either.

Hongjun: "..."

What do you mean by this?

I don't want to leave yet.