The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

How long has Nuwa lived?

She didn't even have a concept for herself, she just remembered that countless mountains rose and fell on the Great Desolate Continent, I don't know tens of thousands of times.

The sea has changed, but that's all.

Seeing that Yang Li claimed to be an elder brother, Nuwa, who was not sure about his details, didn't make a sound, and continued to listen to Yang Li's nonsense.

"I know, I'm handsome. These days, being handsome can't be taken for granted. Uh...it seems possible, but I don't want to do that either."

"Hongxiu, you are still young, and there are still many possibilities in the future. Don't hang yourself on a tree, especially this tree, which is not even a sapling."

"No house, no car, no parents, not even a home."

The more Yang Li talked, the more he sighed.

The more Nuwa listened, the more confused she became.

"By the way, Hongxiu, what do your parents do? Where do you work now?"

Yang Li suddenly thought of this, because he wanted to see Hongxiu's current status, and to see if he had a chance to catch up quickly through hard work.

After listening to Yang Li's speech for so long, Nu Wa heard what was wrong, but when she heard Yang Li's words, she suddenly woke up, realized that Yang Li was really testing her footsteps, and immediately came back to her senses.

parents?
This mysterious saint wants to know if he is a descendant of Great Venerable Pangu, right?
After a moment of hesitation, Nuwa answered:
"I was raised by nature. Where did my parents come from? Where do I work? Where do I live? Of course I live in Wahuang Palace."

The so-called innate beings are like this, conceived and born by the great fortune, and Nuwa is one of the earliest creatures that appeared in the prehistoric world.

Yang Li heard something else.

Born to raise?That is an orphan, who was abandoned by his parents since he was a child, and grew up without a father and mother. This is what he was born with!
very pitiful.

As for Wa Palace, it sounded familiar to him. Just as he was thinking about what kind of workplace this was, the system rarely made a sound automatically, and announced coldly in Bai Hao's mind:

"The host has come into contact with one of the saints, the perfect empress, the key factor of the Holy Mother of the Emperor Wa. The ultimate invincible creative performance system reminds that the mission of the heaven and earth catastrophe has started. Please find the other key factors of the catastrophe as soon as possible, and activate the creative performance system."

"The elements are lit up, and the related items are rewarded with the five-color chaos god stone, the good fortune of the nine heavens, and it has been placed in the system space, please check it."

The perfect empress, the Holy Mother of the Emperor Wa?
Yang Li's face was startled, isn't this the title of Empress Nuwa?

That's right, the Wa Palace that Hongxiu mentioned must be Nuwa's palace. That Hongxiu lives there, this identity is about to be revealed!
This status is too high!
Yang Li suddenly stood up, pointed at Nuwa and said in a trembling voice:
"You live in the Wa Palace?? Could it be that you... are you a fairy from the Wa Palace?!"

The so-called fairies are maids.

But even if she is a maid, she was born under the family of Empress Nuwa, a disciple of a saint!
Putting it on the list of gods, that is the existence of fellow Taoists with the Twelve Golden Immortals, that is, Daoist Taiyi, Guangchengzi and the others.

The second generation of saints!

No matter how ignorant he was of Honghuang, Yang Li had also heard the legend of Nuwa. Knowing that the origin of red embroidery is so extraordinary, he felt uncomfortable.

How can Yang Li be unhappy that Hongxiu is so beautiful and likes herself?
She thought about it, wanted to practice hard, and was with her.

It's fine for ordinary immortals, but this is a disciple of saints, and I'm afraid I won't be worthy of it in my lifetime.

When Nu Wa heard Yang Li say that she was a fairy, she felt that it was a bit novel, and it was not difficult to accept.

Fairy, isn't that what mortals praise?

Among the prehistoric six sages, Lao Tzu does nothing and is naturally boring.

Yuanshi Tianzun is arrogant, and the leader of Tongtian Cult is messing around.

There are too many eyes of Zhunti Ersheng's heart in the Western reception, and Nu Wa dislikes it the most.

Under the saints, no one dared to look at him directly.

Now she heard Yang Li praise her as a fairy, according to the meaning of ordinary people, that is to praise her beauty.

Nu Wa felt that the dignity of the saint was offended, but also felt that she was somewhat benefited, which was very contradictory.

"Ah~"

Over there Yang Li sighed and said:
"Hongxiu, I know what you mean, and I won't hide it from you. I came out of a poor place just now, and now I have nothing, and I can't give you anything."

"You go back. When I have a chance in the future, I have achieved a great cause. If you still want to, I will kiss Wa Palace and ask you to meet again."

Nuwa knew that Yang Li had come from the end of the Dao, and she was also surprised to hear that the end of the Dao was poor. This place was what she yearned for.

Half a sentence of what Yang Li said about achieving great achievements made Nuwa even more wary.

Although there are many right and wrong in the prehistoric world nowadays, there are only a few quasi-sages fighting against the sky, including the last dragon and phoenix catastrophe, the saints did not end, and they were high above the sky.

Yang Li, with the respect of a saint, said that he wanted to achieve great things, which was at least a major event that would affect hundreds of millions of prehistoric creatures. Maybe some saints would be pulled down.

She can be considered to have tried it out. This saint whose identity is a mystery has a high level of cultivation, which is definitely higher than her own.

Even now, no matter how she observes with her divine sense, this Yang Li is just like an ordinary mortal.

"Fellow daoists want to achieve great things, I naturally have no objection."

Nuwa didn't want to offend him at this time, but she thought of her people and said:

"There is a human race in the prehistoric world. They are innocent and cute, but very weak. I hope that when fellow Taoists set off a catastrophe, they can take care of one or two for the sake of today's fate, and don't be too embarrassing."

Seeing Kunpeng outside the small courtyard, she knew that the Yaozu had already had a chance with Yang Li, so at this time, she was speaking for the human race alone.

Most of the monsters are vulgar and savage. The human race she created is now weak and weak, and there are not many masters. She has always cared for her.

Yang Li was confused, wanted to take care of the human race?Do you have this ability?
But seeing Nuwa's sincerity, he still nodded and said:

"That's for sure, I am a human race, and I will definitely help the human race."

As soon as these words came out, Di Jun, the heavenly emperor of the monster clan who had just been struck by lightning, and Di Jiang, the leader of the witch clan towering into the clouds in the endless mountains, suddenly felt dizzy, and their cultivation bases fell out of thin air. Checking, but found that the luck of the ethnic group is slowly weakening.

At the same time, in the kingdoms of thousands of human races scattered all over the prehistoric region, fairy music is played in the territory, rainbow lights are flying, and many human races are refreshed and transparent, and they are practicing rapidly.

Thirty-three days away, in Zixiao Palace, Daozu Hongjun opened his eyes.

All over the prehistoric world, the eyes of the other five sages flickered, and countless plans were conceived in their hearts.

"The human race should be happy!"

As the mother of the human race, Nuwa felt that the luck of the human race soared into the sky, and she also showed signs of being the protagonist of the world.

The saint's cultivation seems to be one step closer.

"Thank you fellow daoist, if you need a fellow daoist in the future, I, Hongxiu, will definitely help out!"

Nuwa raised her eyes and said solemnly to Yang Li.

This kindness is too great.

Yang Li is willing to transform into a human race with the body of a saint, and he is faintly inferior to Nuwa. How could Nuwa still have grudges about the previous things.

"a piece of cake."

Yang Li was puzzled.

It's so touching to just promise...

The women in the prehistoric world are too easy to coax.