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What kind of magic weapon will it be? I'm looking forward to it.

Excited in my heart, I unconsciously showed a happy expression on my face.

Until he saw Yang Li punching him with a straight punch.

what to do? !

Hou Tu's face turned pale, one hand was still covering his right eye socket, and the other hand hastily stretched out, trying to block the fist.

This weak human golden fairy, don't die!

Do you really think you dare not do it?
Houtu was furious in his heart, and the palm he pushed out not only wanted to defuse the attacking fist, but also sent the opponent flying away.

The kind that flies into the sky and doesn't fall down for 10 minutes.

As soon as the punches and palms came into contact, an unbelievable situation happened to Hou Tu. The palms supported by Zu Wu's strong body, like grass and clay sculptures, were swung away by a huge force that was impossible to stop.

The fist didn't show any trace of being blocked, and it hit his eye socket straight.

"Oh!"

Houtu felt boundless pain coming from her face again, she covered her eyes, her body trembled, and she fell to the ground.

pain.

It hurts.

Covering the two eye sockets with two hands respectively, Houtu's tears flowed down and flowed on his face.

Don't cry, don't cry at all.

You are the ancestral witch, the quasi-sage, and the Empress of the Empress.

Hou Tu tried hard to control herself, but the huge pain kept coming, hitting her psychological defense time and time again.

In addition, she had never been wronged like this before, she finally broke down and cried out with a wow.

"Wooooow, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, big bad guy!"

Since he was born, he has faced brothers who are rude but take good care of him. Even after everyone quarreled and argued, Zu Wu never really bullied him.

The rest of the witch clan respected him, and the bosses of other races also treated him very politely.

Houtu has lived for so many years and still maintains the simplicity of the earth. How could he have encountered such a thing.

Can't help it.

Yang Li panicked all of a sudden.

The script is wrong.

Obviously it was what you said you wanted just now.

Just now, when you appeared, I punched you.

You want more, you are satisfied, why are you still crying...

The sick girl turned into a white flower.

This script is different from what I imagined.

Facing the crying girl, Yang Li, as a senior honest man, really didn't know what to do.

"Don't cry, don't cry, alas, you want this, how can you still cry after giving it to you?"

"If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have promised you."

Sighing heavily, Houtu's moaning and sobbing sounds filled his ears, Yang Li was a little annoyed.

Women are so troublesome.

"Don't cry! If you cry again, I will punch you again!"

Yang Li roared.

Sure enough, when Hou Tu heard it, his small shoulders kept shaking, but the crying disappeared instantly, and he didn't dare to make a sound. He covered his eyes with both hands, and buried his head in his arms.

Yang Li nodded in satisfaction. As expected, he was very good at comforting the girl, and made her stop crying right away.

"If you cry again, I will beat you."

Don't worry, Yang Li waved his fist regardless of whether the other party could see it or not.

Crying is too annoying.

The girl was so frightened that her body shook again, she quickly raised her head, covered her eyes with her hands, and said timidly, "Don't hit me, don't hit me."

I have to be afraid, at this moment Houtu already understands that Yang Li must be a saint!

Injuring Zuwu, who was famous for his physical strength, with one punch, this ability can only be achieved by a saint.

Facing the sage, I was unwilling to do so, and I couldn't say much.

"I won't hit you, and I don't want to hit you either." Yang Li scratched his head, "You said you wanted the thing that attacked you just now, I thought..."

This is a misunderstanding.

Both understood.

But things have already happened, whether it is a misunderstanding or not is not important anymore.

The key is what to do with the eyes?
Houtu tried to let go of his hands and slowly opened his eyes, wanting to know how his eyesight was doing, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the pain was unbearable, and all the scenes in front of him were blurred.

it hurts.

Yang Li looked at Houtu who was wearing "sunglasses" with a strange expression.

Apart from other things, after both eyes were black and swollen, at least they have coordinated a lot, which is not a bad thing.

Hmm...not counting.

Yang Li knew that the girl must hate him very much in her heart now, so she didn't dare to approach, and even stepped back slowly, fearing that the back soil would riot, she jumped up and scratched her face.

"Your eyes probably need to be raised for a while." He carefully told the truth.

Houtu wanted to cry again, but remembering what the saint said, he forcibly held back.

This saint is too bad, it's all on purpose, right?I have never done anything bad myself.

Without making a sound, I heard the sage say again: "I can make it up to you. If you make a request, no matter how unreasonable it is, I will find a way to help you complete it."

This seems to work.

For a while, Hou Tu didn't know whether to be happy or worried. The promise of a saint is definitely a great gift.

In a dangerous situation, you can save your life.

Or let the sage help out directly, destroy the hated enemy, or grab the favorite magic weapon.

In fact, Houtu's idea is exactly the last one.

"Saint, can you help me grab the holy artifact this time?"

Hou Tu raised his head pitifully, covered his eyes and blindly faced the saint's position.

Yang Li heaved a sigh of relief, it's better to have a request than to have no request.

After fulfilling the requirements, even if it is compensation, the feeling of guilt in my heart will be less.

"How can I help you?"

"The current sacred artifact was born in the forbidden area of ​​the Liwu tribe. In this tribe, I, Zhu Rong, Zhu Jiuyin, and Liaoshou are the subordinate tribes of the four ancestor witches, so no other ancestor witches know about it. You just need to Just help me stop the three of them."

"Oh I got it."

Yang Li understood a little bit, no wonder when the sorcerer summoned Gonggong, the sorcerer was unwilling and took the opportunity to summon Houtu.

Even if it can be summoned, it must be afraid that after Gonggong arrives, he will immediately find traces of the existence of the holy artifact.

Yang Li felt a bit difficult to stop the three ancestral witches.

Obviously, the strength of Zu Wu must be higher than that of himself, the Golden Immortal. If he wants to defeat him head-on, it can only be said to be a dream.

For the current plan, the best way is to let the witches of the affiliated ethnic group summon the ancestor as before, and then he will take the opportunity to sneak attack and punch him first.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Thank you Saint, then Hou Tu will leave first and make preparations."

In fact, there is no need to make preparations, the saint made a move, and the holy weapon was naturally within reach, Houtu also understood, but he was in a hurry to leave, mainly because he wanted to find a way to heal his eyes.

It's embarrassing to have swollen eyes.

I don't know if it's worth it to change to a holy artifact.

As a female boss with a very high status in the prehistoric world, Houtu has a good relationship with Nuwa. He thought to himself that they are both saints. Let's go to Nuwa to heal the wound.

She didn't want Yang Lizhi to feel that this saint was very evil, and it was inexplicable, and if he pretended to cause some misunderstanding during the time of governance, it would be too sad.

The fragrant wind faded away, and looking at Hou Tu's figure flying away, Yang Li sighed:

"The big guy is the big guy, if you cover your eyes and fly, you won't be able to hit the mountain."