The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

"What spoon?"

Houtu floated in the air, only then did he realize that his body had returned to its normal size, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

But she knew it wasn't!

On the ground, an ordinary iron spoon was lying there, and Hou Tu looked at the center of the spoon, feeling only endless fear in his heart.

Her mana at this time has only one ten-thousandth left.

And through the perception of divine sense, his life span disappeared out of thin air for 300 years!
In other words, after the spoon sucked her in, it took her more than 2 years to fly out of the spoon.

In the space of the spoon, time is disconnected from the outside world, but it is real for the creatures inside the spoon!
Everything just now was not an illusion.

Houtu really turned into the real body of the Wu Clan for hundreds of thousands of miles, and escaped from the spoon space with all his strength!

The point is, the spoon is unowned, and the back soil is just triggered automatically.

It was hard for her to imagine, if someone sacrificed this spoon, and when she was about to fly out of the hole, turned the space and made her return to the bottom, would she collapse in despair?

"What are these... all!?" Houtu murmured, almost moaning.

Yang Li glanced at her, and said strangely: "Cooking things? Don't you ancestors and witches cook?"

He looked to the side and saw that Huanglong and Kunpeng were hiding far away, only Tongtian was holding his chopping board with a crying and smiling expression on his face.

"Hey, Tongtian, what are you doing? Do me a favor first, use that kitchen knife to cut up these mushrooms, will you?"

Tong Tian turned his head in a daze, glanced at Yang Li, then at the kitchen knife on the ground, and said hoarsely, "You want me to use this kitchen knife?"

"Yeah, haven't you cooked?"

Tongtian squeezed out a smile: "I'm not worthy of using this kitchen knife!"

"Neuropathy!"

Yang Li glared at him, ready to come by himself.

But at this moment, a pair of soft and tender hands grabbed his arm.

Turning his head and smiling, "Houtu, what's wrong?"

The expression on Houtu's face changed rapidly. After deliberating for a while, he tried to pretend to be calm and said, "Yang Li, can you lend me some of your cooking tools?"

"Of course, these are gadgets. If you like it, you can give it to you." Yang Li agreed without thinking about it when he heard this request.

"No, I'll just borrow it."

Hearing the sage's consent, Houtu finally showed a sincere smile on his face.

If the saint doesn't make a move, it's fine.

As long as there are these pots and pans, what are the twelve ancestor witches to be afraid of?

These things are too precious, even if it is borrowed, it is a great cause and effect, Houtu feels that even if he dies, he cannot repay that kind.

But now, it is the only choice.

Yang Li let her know how strong a saint really is. Now, she no longer expects the gods to fight against Nu Wa.

She only hoped that these treasures borrowed by Yang Li could help the Wu Clan retain some strength.

The Lich War has already begun, and now, it can't be stopped even if it wants to.

Thinking of this, Houtu regretted it very much. If he had known earlier, he would rather let the twelve ancestor witches continue to fight each other. Relying on Yang Li to unite, instead, the witch clan would fall into catastrophe.

It would be fine if...Nuwa Saint didn't help the Yaozu.

But against Dijun and Taiyi, Houtu felt that with these treasures, it was 100% sure to win!
But this can only be thought about, no matter what, Nuwa is also a saint of the demon clan.

"With all these, I won't invite you...and Daoist Huanglong." Houtu calmed down and said calmly.

This kind of kindness is already too great, it is almost no different from the saint himself.

In the past, the ancestral witches all relied on their physical strength and didn't like to collect magic weapons. Even if they won the holy artifacts, they absorbed the evil power in the sacred artifacts and discarded them.

So Houtu didn't have a deep understanding of magic weapons, but the spoon just now made her understand that the power of these magic weapons is definitely not under Taiyi's Chaos Clock!

"Ah?" Yang Li was surprised, and then he felt sorry for the girl in front of him. This was to find a way out for him. After knowing that he couldn't ask Master, he changed this kind of request that was very easy to achieve, so that he could feel at ease.

"Houtu, why bother, silly girl." Yang Li shook his head and thought for a while, "How about this, when I get the ginseng fruit, I'll go help you witch clan and deal with the monster clan."

With a real fairy treasure like ginseng fruit, if you eat one yourself, you will definitely have mana. At that time, you won't be a salted fish that can only rely on the golden fairy suit.

Be careful, gather the number of people and fight guerrillas, it should also be helpful in dealing with the Yaozu.

Houtu raised his head in surprise and looked at the saint, not knowing what to say.

"Yang Li... thank you."

"So did you forgive me?" Yang Li smiled.

Hou Tu was a little confused, "Why should I forgive you?"

"The thing about Wa Palace."

Hou Tu blushed, "How dare I get angry about this kind of thing."

Her heart was pounding, she felt that Saint Yang Li wasn't so scary anymore, but instead had a dangerous charm.

"You are entitled, and you should be angry." Yang Li took the opportunity to grab Houtu's hand, "I haven't made up my mind yet, can you give me some time?"

Houtu struggled a bit, his voice was as soft as a mosquito, "...OK."

Yang Li was overjoyed, he laughed and let go of Houtu's hand, ready to show off his cooking skills.

"Yang Li, thank you very much, I... I won't eat your cooking anymore, I'll go back first."

When a sage cooks and eats, it is cause and effect again.

I have already owed enough, and Houtu dare not owe any more.

Yang Li still wanted to hold back a few words, but he saw that Hou Tu had a slender neck and a handsome face, but there was stubbornness in his eyes.

"OK then."

"Can I really get some kitchen utensils?"

Houtu asked cautiously.

Yang Li smiled: "If you like it, you can take it away."

How dare Houtu, cautiously, restraining his mana, first picked up the spoon, looked at it for a while, then put away the kitchen knife and the chopping board.

I just saw Saint Tongtian lost his mind. These two seem to be very strong.

"I am leaving."

Saying that, without waiting for Yang Li and others to react, he flew directly to the exit of the cave.

Yang Li was a little anxious, "Housu, wait a minute."

Who knew that when Houtu heard it, he flew faster, and disappeared into the cave in the blink of an eye.

She didn't dare to stay for dinner, and she was afraid that the saint would force her to stay, so she had to leave quickly.

In the same place, Yang Li opened his mouth and was stunned for a while, then shook his head, sighed and said:

"I'll let you wait a minute."

"You took away the chopping board and kitchen knife, how can I cook!"