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Hou Yi relaxed a little and believed it: "It's really you, senior, thank you so much."

That old man, only he knows, since the person in front of him can transform into that old man, he can be sure that he is that old man.

"Senior, I haven't thanked you enough for what happened before." Hou Yi said gratefully.

Duobao shook his head: "You don't need to thank me, that should be yours."

"This time, I called you here to ask, have you encountered any problems?"

Duobao was a little curious, the ice bow and black arrow flickered, and he felt a sense, as if there was something, he was very curious, what was it that made him feel this way.

"Senior..." Hearing this, Hou Yi, a majestic and strong man, lowered his head shyly, and two red clouds appeared on his face.

Duobao's eyes widened. How could Hou Yi be shy?

With a thought in his mind, he thought of the reason for Houyi's behavior.He asked tentatively, "Is there someone you like?"

Hou Yi raised his head suddenly, and said in disbelief, "Senior... how do you know?"

"Don't worry about how I know." Duobao waved his hand: "If you like it, go after it, why are you so entangled?"

Hou Yi said shyly, "She is a human race, and I am a witch race."

"Both of us..."

Hou Yi talked for a long time, but he didn't express his meaning clearly.

Duobao: "So, it's because of different races? Are you afraid?"

Hou Yi nodded.

Duobao was puzzled: "What's the difference in race?"

"You are the great witch of the witch clan, are these things a problem for you?"

"And, if you like, the Twelve Ancestral Witches shouldn't stop you, right?"

Hou Yi nodded and explained: "It's not that I'm afraid that Zu Wu will stop me, but I'm afraid that she won't accept me."

Duobao is silent, this reason is not a problem.

He still understands the situation of the human race.

Over the years, the human race has followed what he said at the beginning, and developed secretly, with the deep essence of Gou Dao.

People of the human race all intermarry with the human race, and it is rare... no, it should be said that there is no intermarriage with foreign races at all.

Houyi and Chang'e, these two people should be the only pair.

"Does her family agree?" Duobao asked.

Hou Yi shook his head: "She has no family and is alone."

"That's right." Duobao replied, lost in thought: "Chang'e, is it the Chang'e of the human race?"

He glanced at Hou Yi and shook his head slightly.

According to the legend, Chang'e is not Chang'e of the human race. It was originally Changxi among the lunar stars, and Xihe and Wangshu are the same three goddesses of the lunar star.

Among them, Xihe married Di Jun and bore him ten sons and twelve daughters.

The ten sons are the Ten Golden Crows, and the twelve daughters are the Twelve Jade Rabbits.

Hou Yi shot and killed nine of his sons. Although it may be because of the Wu clan, Hou Yi was fine, but, as a mother, who can bear the revenge of killing their sons?

So he begged his sister Changxi and turned into Chang'e to seduce Houyi.

After Hou Yi fell in love with her, he let Chang'e fly to the moon, and Hou Yi turned into Wu Gang from then on, and he was no longer a witch.

Generally speaking, Hou Yi's love is nothing more than a mother's revenge, and it is destined to be unsatisfactory.

Duobao suddenly understood why he felt the sensation.

Hou Yi had this difficulty, and there were many reasons for it, which aroused his mind.

"So, I want to help him through this difficulty?"

Thinking about it, Duobao glanced at Houyi and sighed again.

Looking at Houyi's current appearance, it is obvious that he has fallen in love with Chang'e deeply. This difficulty has been accomplished and cannot be eliminated.

"But..." On second thought, Duobao was a little uncertain again: "Or, I guessed wrong."

"Chang'e, it may not be Chang'e of Taiyin, maybe it is Chang'e of human race?"

He was slightly annoyed, but more helpless.

For the human race, he has complicated feelings, cares about them, and wants to protect them from growing up, but there is nothing he can do.

Now, if his guess is true, then the human race is being plotted against, and although he knows it, he is powerless to resist.

This is really a very helpless thing.

"Huh..." Suddenly, Duobao looked at Houyi. Although he couldn't resist, Houyi could.

Now Hou Yi's strength is not weak, at least he should be the Da Luo Jinxian... right?

Staring at Houyi, Duobao suddenly widened his eyes: "..."

How could it be so weak?

I didn't notice it before, but now I take a closer look, Hou Yi's strength is so weak?

Not even the Emperor Er he had seen before.

Duobao's eyes twitched at the sight of his vain strength.

"Houyi...are you injured?" Duobao couldn't help asking.

Houyi looked at Duobao strangely, wondering why he asked, "No?"

Duobao was stunned, staring at Houyi for a long time, then suddenly heaved a long sigh.

Ah, poor child.

Presumably, although he didn't die because of shooting the sun, he was tricked by it and erased his understanding of normal things.

Obviously his strength is already so weak, he thought he was fine.

This kind of realm and strength, when converted into the realm defined by Duobao himself, is only equivalent to a true immortal, not even a mysterious immortal.

How sad.

Duobao thought about it, and was even more shocked by the methods of Taiyi, Dijun and others.

As expected of being the king of the monster race, the method is strong.

A majestic witch of the witch clan has become so powerful by their secret methods, but he has never discovered it.

What kind of means is this?

Duobao couldn't help shivering when he thought about it.

Moreover, this is not over, they have already turned this majestic witch tribe into a waste, but they still don't want to let it go, and they want to set up a love calamity to trap him forever.

Duobao understood: "I'll just say it, no wonder the majestic witch couldn't cut down a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the Taiyin star, and all the ancestor witches of the witch clan didn't see it, so they helped."

"It turns out that Hou Yi has already been abolished by Tai Yi and Di Jun, and there is no value in rescue."

"Because of this, since Chang'e flew to the moon, Houyi has been silent."

In Duobao's eyes looking at Houyi, a trace of pity suddenly appeared.

Hou Yi felt a little cold in his body, and for some reason, he suddenly became cold.

This is unbelievable, he is a majestic witch, even in an extremely cold place, he would not feel anything, but now, he actually feels cold?

Moreover, when he looked at Duobao, seeing Duobao's weird eyes, he felt a bit of sadness in his heart for no reason.

Feeling it carefully, he found that, as if, he felt inexplicably pitiful!

"Pitiful!"

Hou Yi was stunned, how could he be pitiful?

He is a majestic witch, and now he is the most powerful witch of the witch clan, a famous and powerful man in the wild, will he be pitiful?

Say it, who will believe it?

Hou Yi looked at Duobao, and after a while, retreated in defeat and lowered his head.

Duobao's eyes seemed to carry inexplicable power, and Hou Yi was powerless to resist.

After watching for a long time, his mind and thinking seemed to be reversed.

"I'm really poor, very poor."

"Although, I don't know why I am pitiful... But, I seem to be very pitiful."

Duobao patted Hou Yi who lowered his head comfortingly, but for a while he didn't know what to say.

Speaking of which, Hou Yi's fate is ultimately his responsibility.

"It's okay, I'll help you."

Chapter 127 Hou Yi Doesn't Know How to Arrow

Hou Yi looked at Duobao inexplicably, his thick eyebrows and big eyes were full of doubts.

He didn't understand why Duobao said that, but his puzzled face didn't change too much, but it always made people look so pitiful.

Especially in Duobao's view, it is even more pitiful.

"How about the ice bow and profound arrow?" Duobao asked.

Hou Yi put away the doubts in his heart, looked at the ice bow and profound arrow in his hand, and sighed sincerely: "It's really too strong!"

Duobao sighed softly and shook his head: "Then, do you know how to shoot arrows?"

Hou Yi said to himself: "Of course, I am the Hou Yi who shot the sun."

"Is that your own ability?"

Hou Yi was puzzled, of course it was my own ability, otherwise?

Duobao blinked, looked at Ice Bow and Xuanjian, and then at Houyi.

After a while, he slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot, the Wu clan has no primordial spirit, so they can't see magic weapons."

There is a must-hit law in the ice bow and profound arrow, which can be seen by anyone with the primordial spirit.

But the Witch Clan doesn't have a primordial spirit. Although they have spiritual thoughts, they are different from monks' spiritual thoughts.

The spiritual thoughts of the monks are transformed by the primordial spirit, while the spiritual thoughts of the shamans are transformed by the body.

The difference between the two is equivalent to the difference between a muscular man and a brain genius.

Houyi may not be unable to discover the laws of the ice bow and profound arrows, as long as he searches hard with his heart, he will still be able to discover them.

It's just that he is a muscular man, how could he think of this, and he didn't have any thoughts about it at all, so he never found out.

"Since you think so..." Duobao looked around, then pointed at the rockery in the room: "So, did you see that rockery?"

Hou Yi looked over and nodded, "I see."

Duobao waved his hand, and a spatial fluctuation appeared, extending the space infinitely between Hou Yi and the rockery.

"Then now, you shoot at the rockery with the ice bow and profound arrow."

"If you can shoot, I will admit that you know how to shoot arrows."

As he spoke, he quietly sealed the must-hit law of the ice bow and profound arrow, leaving only the basic ability.

If it were the original Houyi, he would definitely not be able to do it, but if it were the current Houyi, then it shouldn't be too simple.

After doing all this, Hou Yi found nothing.

Although Hou Yi was surprised, the person in front of him was the one who gave him the ice bow and black arrows. Since he had asked so, it was naturally difficult for him to refuse.

"Just take it as a thank you for the magic weapon he gave me!"

Hou Yi thought to himself, the ice bow was erected, his fingers landed on the bowstring, and the last black arrow rested in his hand.

Pulled to the maximum, just about to let go, suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Duobao, and put down the Xuanjian.