It was two hundred years since I left Buzhou Mountain that day, and when I came back.

Stepping on Mount Buzhou once.

Nuwa felt his breath and appeared in front of him.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you leaving for so long? Is something wrong?

Although he has become a saint.

But now Nuwa is still beginning to meet Nuwa on Mount Buzhou. She has no intention and is of extraordinary temperament.

Two hundred years ago.

Wei Ziqing left like that.

Nuwa didn't take it seriously, but she had been going for two hundred years. During this period, she kept trying her best to deduce what happened, but she had no idea.

She began to worry a little.

Just when she was about to be unable to bear it, he came back.

Even if she is a saint, she is more like an abandoned resentful woman at this moment.

It's so pitiful.

Wei Ziqing looked at Nuwa, stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, and wanted to speak, but the words changed when he spoke; "If you explain this later, Honglian, is she still here?"

Nuwa looked at his expression, could feel his seriousness, and nodded: "Here!"

I saw Honglian once.

She is now much more sexy than when she transformed.

He also has the temperament of Queen Mother of the West in later generations.

"Qing...Qing Emperor..."

When Honglian saw Wei Ziqing, she was stunned and hurriedly asked to salute.

Wei Ziqing raised his hand to stop her; "No need, Honglian, I ask you, do you want to be my disciple?"

Honglian was stunned.

Even Nuwa was stunned.

As soon as Wei Ziqing came back, he wanted to take Honglian as his disciple.

"Don't you?"

"I do, I do, disciple Honglian, have seen Master!"

Honglian reacted and quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

Although this Qing Emperor is just a quasi-saint, the Saint Nuwa once said that in terms of combat effectiveness, even she is not his opponent.

More importantly, even if Wei Ziqing doesn't accept her as a disciple, she will still be his disciple.

Because, in my heart, Honglian has a good impression of Qingdi.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't want to transform, which was far from that fast.

"Okay, since that's the case, from today on, I will teach you how to practice well. Remember, you can't go down to Buzhou Mountain without Daluo!"

"yes!"

"Go, Nuwa and I have something to say!"

Honglian nodded and stepped down.

Nuwa looked at Wei Ziqing, walked to him and whispered: "Isn't it, what happened?"

Wei Ziqing nodded.

No words.

Just one hand touched Nuwa's eyebrows.

At this moment...

Nuwa was stunned.

Wei Ziqing didn't say anything.

Nuwa didn't say anything either.

"So...is this your identity?"

Wei Ziqing nodded and looked at the entire prehistoric continent: "Yes..."

"Only, is that one solution?"

"right!"

Wei Ziqing nodded: "I...can't lose you..."

His fists were clenched, shaking a little.

This is his duty and his life.

He may not care about everything, but he cannot ignore their existence!

"I see!"

Nuwa nodded: "Don't worry, no matter what, I... have always been by your side!"

Wei Ziqing looked at Nuwa deeply, held her hand, and said a thousand words, but in the end he could only sigh: "I feel wronged..."

Nuwa doesn't say anything.

He shook his head slightly.

wind.

Blow by.

The two men's clothes were blown to the point of roaring.

The purple ancient tree in the courtyard swayed, sprinkling countless purple petals.

This day.

Cloudless...

In the prehistoric world, there are thunder and lightning everywhere.

The two stood quietly...

So, their last night.

the next day.

A person who had been away for a long time appeared again.

That's Fuxi...

When Fuxi saw Wei Ziqing and Nuwa, he was stunned and then his face sneered: "So, you're making this idea!"

Wei Ziqing didn't say anything.

Fuxi sneered, his face full of anger, and he wanted to do it, but he couldn't do it.

Because whether it is Wei Ziqing or Nuwa, their cultivation is far stronger than themselves.

"Maybe, you should give me an explanation!"

Fuxi looked at Nuwa and sneered, "Don't forget, I am your brother and even my husband. Even if you are a saint, you can't change this fact!"

"I know!"

Nuwa nodded; "I know you will be back, today, I'll go with you!"

"You want to follow me?"

Fuxi was stunned and looked at Wei Ziqing: "Leave him?"

"right!"

Nuwa no longer has the innocence she used to be, she has become a little cold and arrogant, and has begun to gradually overlap with the saint who is lofty in her memory:

"I have already been a saint, and the past clouds and mists should have been eliminated. Today, when you come back, I promise you that the Taoist fruit will be achieved by the human emperor, and that will also be cut off. How about you, me, and his fate entanglement? "

Human Emperor!

Fuxi was stunned for a moment and was overjoyed!

The human race, this name is not an ordinary name in the prehistoric world now!

It is because of this race that four saints were born!

Yes!

Four saints!

In addition to Nuwa, who has made the human race and made saints.
To be continued...