Prehistoric: Spoiler for Nuwa at the beginning

"By the way, big brother, why are you looking for those two miscellaneous-haired birds and Sun Jingjing? We Wu Clan don't need it?" Xuan Ming asked.

"Sister, I'm going to give the sun crystal essence to Brother Bailong." Di Jiang said with a smile.

"That should be the case, thanks to Brother Bailong this time."

The ancestral witches expressed their gratitude to Chen Xuan from the bottom of their hearts.

"Today we brothers had a good fight, so we should celebrate."

In the Pangu Palace, Di Jiang took out a jar of wine.

When he opened the mud seal, the aroma of wine came to his nostrils.

"Brother, what is this? Why is it so fragrant?"

The ancestral witches came together one by one.

"This thing is called wine, brother Bailong gave it to me." Di Jiang laughed.

"Brother, give me a taste!"

"Brother, I want it too!"

The ancestral witches shouted.

"All, all."

Then Di Jiang gave out a jar alone, and the ancestral witches couldn't wait to pick it up and drink it.

"It's delicious! It's so delicious, I've never had such a delicious drink!"

In today's prehistoric world, there are only divine water and fine nectar, which tastes so bland that it doesn't suit the taste of the Wu people at all.

This wine, however, was different.

Drink it into your mouth, it is not ordinary comfort.

Soon, the ancestral witches finished their wine and all looked at Di Jiang eagerly.

"Brother, are there any more?"

Di Jiang shook his head resolutely: "It's gone!"

Brother Bailong gave him twenty altars of wine, ten altars were sent out, except one of the remaining ten altars was reserved for Houtu, and Di Jiang planned to hide the rest of the wine for himself to drink.

Who would want too much of such a delicious drink?

Hearing Di Jiang's reply, the ancestral witches suddenly howled.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have drunk so fast!"

"That's right, I haven't tasted it yet! Why don't you ask Brother Bailong for some more?"

The ancestral witches all set their sights on Di Jiang.

However, before Dijiang could reply, a figure suddenly appeared in Pangu Hall.

Seeing the person coming, the fearless ancestors shrank their necks in unison.

Even the eldest brother Di Jiang showed a shy smile.

"Little sister..."

The visitor is none other than No.12 Ancestral Witch Queen.

Compared with the awe of Dijiang, the ancestral witches were all afraid of the little girl Houtu.

Every time they commit a crime, Houtu will preach to them.

As long as they hear Houtu's preaching, they will have a headache.

Then Tuben went to Zixiao Palace to listen to sermons, because some things delayed him on the way.

In the end, he heard that his brothers were actually fighting at Sun Star, so he hurried back.

"Are you causing trouble again?!" The back said in a rustic voice.

"Little sister, listen to my explanation." Di Jiang said.

"Hey! Forget it!" Houtu sighed: "You are not injured!"

Facing her brothers, she really couldn't say anything serious.

"No, no!" The ancestral witches laughed, knowing that the little girl was soft-hearted.

"Not only were we not injured, but we even beat the miscellaneous bird. Later, my elder brother asked them for [-] sun crystals as compensation."

Hou Tu was stunned.

Hit someone else, but still want compensation?

Shouldn't they be the witches who compensated others?

"Little sister, let me tell you!"

Then the ancestral witches told Houtu what had happened.

Houtu understood what he said, but he couldn't turn his head around.

She knows the virtues of her brothers, and she will never use her brain to solve things that can be solved with her fists.

What's going on this time?

"Is this the reason you came up with yourself?" Houtu asked.

"No, the eldest brother befriended a little brother named Bailong, and he even thought of the way to let us go outside to fight." The ancestral witches said.

"Little brother? You must have been deceived by someone!" Hou Tu gritted his teeth and said.

They Wu Clan only cultivate the body and not the soul, they are superior in force but they don't know how to calculate.

Hou Tu deeply felt that this situation would bring great disaster to the Wu Clan, so she went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the preaching, hoping to find a way to make up for the disadvantages of the Wu Clan.

Now Houtu seriously suspects that that white dragon is very likely to use the Wu tribe's inability to calculate, and use the Wu tribe as a spear.

"No, brother Bailong is fine!" Di Jiang hurriedly defended Chen Xuan.

But Houtu just didn't believe it.

"Brother, take me to see that white dragon!"

"Little sister, no!" Di Jiang shouted.

He could see that his little sister seemed to have misunderstood Brother Bailong.

He knew very well that brother Bailong's cultivation base was low, if his sister hurt him badly, it would be too late for him to regret it.

"Why not? Brother, I suspect that he has some bad intentions for us Wu Clan." Hou Tu said.

"Impossible, little sister, you must be worrying too much." Di Jiang shook his head, and then said: "Brother Bailong doesn't even know my real identity, how can you plot against our Wu Clan?"

When he met Chen Xuan at that time, Di Jiang was worried about the fight between his brothers at home, so he chatted casually when he met Chen Xuan.

Like Nu Wa, Di Jiang was also fooled by Chen Xuan's chicken soup.

At that time, Chen Xuan was just a little Xuan Xian. Di Jiang was afraid that he would scare Chen Xuan, so he called himself Emperor Zu.

"What's going on? Don't know the identity of the eldest brother?" Houtu frowned.

Dijiang told Houtu the truth.

Although Houtu breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that it was just a coincidence, but she still said: "I will meet him when I get a chance."

Di Jiang responded casually, and took out another jar of wine and handed it to Houtu: "Little sister, I left it for you, drink and watch."

"What!" Hou Tu took the wine jar from Di Jiang's hand.

"Little sister, if you don't want it, just give it to me!" Tian Wu chicken thief said.

"Wow, you are so shameless, little sister give it to me, don't give it to him."

The ancestral witches fought again.

Houtu hurriedly put away the wine, and then left. She wanted to continue thinking about how to solve the fundamental problem of the Wu clan.

Chapter 13

The other ancestral witches looked at Dijiang anxiously.

"Brother, let's find Brother Bailong for some more!"

"Let's talk again!" Di Jiang said after haha.

"Brothers, I have an idea, although brother Bailong is extremely intelligent, his strength is low.

He has great kindness to our Wu clan. I want our brothers to take turns protecting him. What do you think? "

"Brother, that's good, I'll come first!" Zhu Jiuyin yelled.

"I go first!"

"Go away, I'll go first!"

Hearing this proposal, the eyes of all ten ancestral witches brightened.

With this proposal, is it possible to get in touch with brother Bailong and ask for more of that thing called wine?

Thinking of the aroma of the wine, those ancestral witches came out.

"What are you thinking! I'm talking about secret protection! You are all so vicious, what should you do if you scare people?" Di Jiang Yizheng said.

Oh shit!

The wine is so delicious, if these bastards get in touch with Brother Bailong, will they still have their share?

In the words of brother Bailong, monopoly is king!

The ancestral witches were dejected again when they heard the words.

"Don't panic, I'll meet Brother Bailong then, and I'll get you some wine. By the way, there's also barbecue." Di Jiang said loudly.

Only then did the ancestral witches cheer up, and patted their chests and said that they must protect Brother Bailong well.

Then She Bishi got up and said in a low voice, "Brother, who shall we hit next!"

The rest of the ancestral witches are also eager to try.

Hitting others is much more enjoyable than beating your own brother.

Di Jiang was silent for a while, and then said: "All those monster races are not flat. I think that Kunpeng in Beihai is also very upset. Fish is not fish, and birds are not birds. Let's raise our spirits before we go. beat him!"

Not at the foot of the mountain.

When the sound of the chaotic bell was about to spread throughout the prehistoric world, Chen Xuan was also taken aback.

At this time, Nuwa just came to Chen Xuan's dojo.

"Miss Xiaowa, what's the matter?" Chen Xuan hurriedly asked.

"The ancestral witches are fighting with Brother Dijun," Nuwa said.

"What? Fighting?" Chen Xuan was startled.

Did the Lich War come so fast?

This is the first sermon just finished!

"That's right! The ancestral witches wanted to say that Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi scolded them, then beat them up, and demanded compensation afterwards." Nuwa was a little happy when she said this.

For some reason, she always felt that she hated those two brothers a little bit.

Chen Xuan was stunned for a moment, and muttered softly.

"I'm afraid I've traveled to a fake prehistoric world!"

In his impression, don't the ancestral witches use their brains?

How could he overwhelm others with reason and blackmail those two golden crows?

Could it be that the current Honghuang is different from what he knows?

terrible!

Chen Xuan made up his mind not to go out unless he became a saint.