Prehistoric: When a good old man awakens to the evil system

Nuwa glanced at Hongyun and the futon in Hongyun's arms, and was immediately looked over by Tongtian, who had no choice but to agree with Fuxi's statement.

There are countless powerful people in the ancient world, but they are really not the best among the masters. If both of them are sitting on the futon, there is a real possibility that they will be fought over and no one can be retained. Hongyun has Tongtian to help him, and they can't compare.

Another person entered in a hurry and stared directly at the empty futon next to Nuwa. His eyes swept over the people in front and Fuxi who was standing An Ran behind Nuwa, and then quickly walked over and sat down.

That person was Kunpeng. He didn't look like a kind and good person. After sitting down, he glanced left and right, and even tried to talk to Nuwa. He calmed down after being warned by Fuxi's eyes.

After Kunpeng entered the palace, Yuan Shi's aura instantly became cold, and he made no secret of his disgust. There was a huge sky between Hongyun and Yuanshi, and they both felt the cold wind.

People came into the palace one after another, including the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Emperor Juntaiyi, Ancestor Minghe, the Prince of the East, the Queen Mother of the West, and most people whom Hongyun could not name, but Zhen Yuanzi had not yet arrived.

They all saw the futon in front of them, but Hongyun held the futon in her arms and turned her back to them, so they didn't notice that there was still a free space on the futon.

Until Hongjun's voice appeared in Hongyun's mind: "Don't force things by chance, put down the futon in your hand!"

Hongyun glanced back, but there was still no sign of Zhen Yuanzi, so she reluctantly put the futon back on the ground.

Then Zhen Yuanzi came in one after another with two bald men in ragged clothes. Just as Hongyun was about to call Zhen Yuanzi to hurry up, she found that she could not speak or move, so she could only sit with her back to everyone.

Jie Yin Zhunti saw the futon next to Hong Yun earlier. The two looked at each other and immediately began to wipe their tears in the open air. They were obviously blocking their eyes with their sleeves, but they were able to walk to Hong Yun accurately.

Jie Yin sat directly on the futon, and Zhunti began to stare at Hong Yun.

Zhunti: "We senior brothers are so pitiful. We drove thousands of miles from the west to Zixiao Palace to listen to sermons, but we didn't even have a seat~"

Introduction: "It is said that Eastern monks are generous and generous. My brothers and I have come here all the way, but to our surprise, no one is willing to give us a seat!"

Hongyun raised his eyebrows in confusion. Do these two guys think he is a fool? Or have you forgotten the time you were beaten violently before? It's ridiculous to think that crying in his place can achieve your goal.

The people in the back all watched this farce, feeling filled with contempt in their hearts. They all wanted to be ashamed. Even if they were coveting the futon in front of them, Duan Ran couldn't do such a miserable thing in public.

Zhen Yuanzi walked quickly behind Hong Yun to prevent Zhunti from attacking Hong Yun. After all, he had a grudge before.

Hongyun couldn't speak. She had tried several times but couldn't speak or act. Otherwise, she would have to embarrass these two shameless people.

Jieyin Zhunti glanced at Hongyun with a cold look, and continued: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, we all know that you are the most kind-hearted. I wonder if you can take pity on our two brothers. Don't let our brothers suffer in the eastern land. Cold reception~"

"There's so much free space in the back, you can sit wherever you want!" Tongtian couldn't stand listening anymore, and Hongyun didn't speak, so he just did it himself:

"Is it possible that when you Western monks come to Zixiao Palace to listen to sermons, you have to sit in the best seats so as not to be bullied?"