Hong Huang: The Three Pure Ones must also call me Second Uncle

But think about it, it's nothing.

I'll change them later!

Thinking of this, Hong Yuan said softly: "Get up, we're family, no need to be polite!"

After that, he waved his hand.

He changed the appearance of the twelve ancestor witches in front of him.

This made Hong Yuan feel more comfortable.

Hearing this, the eleven ancestor witches slowly stood up and looked at their second uncle with excitement.

Although their appearance had been changed by Hong Yuan, they didn't take it too seriously.

It's just a change of appearance, so what's the harm?

As long as the second uncle is satisfied, it's okay to keep this appearance.

When the time comes, change back to the real body when fighting.

Even Gonggong, who was stuck in the ground, has changed his appearance now, but he hasn't woken up yet and is still stuck in the ground.

The other eleven ancestor witches were not worried, because they could still sense Gonggong's breath.

Even the breath was not affected.

Then they didn't care about it anymore, just let him stay here.

Who made him provoke his second uncle.

Looking at Hong Yuan in front of them, although the eleven ancestor witches had expected it before, only when they really saw Hong Yuan, they could really feel the original breath that seemed to be exactly the same as Pangu the Father God.

That breath was like a spring breeze, bringing people an indescribable sense of comfort and closeness, as if there was an innate, deep-rooted blood connection between them.

This kind of intimacy is something that no one can give.

Hou Tu even bravely approached Hong Yuan, feeling the intimacy emanating from Hong Yuan, and the smile on her face never stopped.

"Hehe... Second Uncle... Hello! I am Hou Tu!"

Hou Tu looked up and looked at Hong Yuan with joy, and her clear and pleasant voice echoed in Hong Yuan's ears.

Looking at Hou Tu in front of him, Hong Yuan also reached out and rubbed her head, with a slightly gentle tone: "I know!"

Speaking of this, Hong Yuan slowly turned his head to look at the other ancestors of witches, and continued: "I have seen you when you were not born yet, and I also know what your names are..."

Hong Yuan's eyes slowly swept over the crowd: "Di Jiang, Ju Mang, Zhu Rong, Ru Shou"

And everyone whose name Hong Yuan read out also scratched their heads.

But the joy in their eyes could not be concealed.

"Xuanming, Houtu, Qiangliang, Zhu Jiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, Shebishi"

Speaking of this, Hong Yuan looked at Gonggong who was stuck in the ground, smiled and shook his head: "There is also this Gonggong with a hard head!"

Hearing this, the eleven ancestor witches were stunned.

Zhu Rong didn't think much about it, but just laughed and said: "Second uncle is right, Gonggong's head is very hard. When I fought with him in the past, he couldn't beat me, so he played tricks and hit me with his head. I guess he practiced it at this time!"

And among the twelve ancestor witches, Rushou, who had the strongest body and the inner gold, looked at Hong Yuan unconvinced when he heard this, and explained in a buzzing voice: "Second uncle, my Rushou's head is also very hard, if you don't believe me, you can touch it!"

After that, Rushou also directly stretched his big bald head in front of Hong Yuan.

It seemed that he had to let Hong Yuan know that his head was also very hard.

Looking at Rushou, who was full of flesh and had a big bald head, and whose body was still shining, Hong Yuan smiled and gently knocked on Rushou's head.

Hearing the crisp "clang" sound.

Hong Yuan knew that Rushou's head was also a good head without Rushou's explanation.

"Not bad, not bad, it's also a good head!"

The other ancestor witches frowned when they saw this.

Does the second uncle like hard heads?

Looking at Rushou's proud face after being praised by Hong Yuan.

The other ancestor witches couldn't help but have an idea in their hearts, no, they have to practice their heads more in the future.

It can't be that only Rushou and Gonggong are praised by the second uncle, they also want it!

Especially Xuanming and Houtu, looking at Rushou's big bald head, they can't help but feel a little disgusted.

But after thinking about it, isn't it just a big bald head?

As long as the second uncle likes it, they can do it too!

Looking at the thoughtful faces of the eleven ancestor witches in front of him, Hong Yuan knew what they were thinking without thinking.

He couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

These twelve ancestor witches are really a bit silly.

But it's also good, he likes this kind of personality!

But it's a bit uncomfortable to let the twelve ancestor witches do nothing and think about how to harden their heads all day long.

Then Hong Yuan also smiled and explained: "You don't have to think too much, and you don't have to think about hardening your heads all day long. Each of youEach of them has a law in their body, and they all have their own advantages. Don't put the cart before the horse, just follow their own law and path! "

"I came back this time, first, I wanted to see my elder brother, and second, I just happened to have time to teach you! I wonder if you have ever discovered what is the difference between you and those creatures outside? "

When Hong Yuan finished speaking, the faces of the ancestor witches present showed joy.

They originally thought that the second uncle was just here to see them, but they didn't expect that the second uncle actually planned to teach them.

In this way, the second uncle can stay with them for a little longer.

But at the same time, these ancestor witches couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and began to wonder what the difference was between themselves and other creatures.

Although they have not really been born at this moment, they have seen many creatures that appeared near Zhoushan in the past.

But they racked their brains but couldn't figure out what the difference was between themselves and the creatures in the outside world.

Rushou had just been praised by Hong Yuan, and it was time to be proud.

So, he patted his chest without thinking, and said proudly:

"We are the essence and blood of Pangu Father God, and we are the authentic Pangu. This is the difference between us and the creatures in the outside world. We are more powerful! ! !"

"That's right! ! "Zhu Rong, who was standing by, suddenly clapped his hands excitedly and echoed loudly.

Hong Yuan shook his head when he heard this: "Think about it again, what is the biggest difference between you and them?"

Zhu Rong raised his head and said: "The biggest difference is that we are much stronger than them! If we really fight, I can kill them with one punch!"

Rushou was unhappy when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "I can do it too, I only use half a punch!"

"Then I will use half of half a punch!" Zhu Rong immediately retorted.

Rushou grinned and kicked Zhu Rong viciously: "Humph, then I will use half of half of half! ! "

But as soon as he finished speaking, two hands appeared on Zhu Rong and Rushou's heads respectively.

Just heard "Boom! ! "There was a loud noise.

There were two more upright bodies on the ground.

After doing all this, Hong Yuan clapped his hands lightly, as if he had done something insignificant.

He just smiled and looked at the other ancestor witches kindly: "What do you think?"

That smile was like the warm spring sun, warming the hearts of every ancestor witch.

Looking at the three familiar figures on the ground, the other ancestor witches turned their heads with difficulty to look at their second uncle.

Looking at the faint smile on their second uncle's face.

The ancestor witches only felt their bodies shiver involuntarily, and a chill instantly surged from their spines and quickly spread throughout their bodies.