Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Although the name came from Bai Chuwei, it had a different taste.

His Taoist buddies have always stood on top of the crowd, overlooking all living beings, and even the tone of speaking to others is with their own elder tone, treating everyone in the world as a descendant.

She can shelter the existence of those juniors.

Even for him, he was treated as a younger brother.

This time, however, it was different.

She sees the other person as someone who can be relied upon, and can act like a baby at will.

Duan Feihan shook his whole body, and his eyes became deeper and more complex.

Knowing that she only has affection for the creation **** in her heart, Duan Feihan couldn't express his unhappiness.

As her only Taoist companion in the future, he... didn't want to have anything to do with her righteous brother.

Duan Feihan thought silently, now that he has taken the script of the boss and Xiaojiao's wife, now the plot has come to the substitute wife?

Unfortunately, he didn't want to be a stand-in. I don't even want my Taoist companion to think of him as someone else for a moment!

Even if it's just suspicion!

Duan Feihan whispered: "Weiwei, don't think of me as him. I don't think I am him."

Bai Chuwei frowned slightly, and rationally just wanted to prove her conjecture.

The butler’s voice came from downstairs: "Miss, uncle, a group of old professors from Emperor Archaeology major are here again!"

"also"? ?

Bai Chuwei raised her eyebrows in surprise, isn't it the first time they have come?

It is estimated that it was the last time she received the Nobel Prize in O State, and the global exposure of her life of more than two hundred years shocked the archaeologists in the imperial capital, so they came early.

Duan Feihan didn't seem to want to talk more about Brother Gouyi, so he took her hand and walked downstairs.

Several emperor archaeological experts have been invited in by the housekeeper, sitting in the hall downstairs and drinking tea absently.

Seeing Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan come down, several old professors were suddenly excited, "Ms. Bai, hello, hello, Mr. Duan."

Bai Chuwei sat down in the main seat lightly, supporting her chin lazily with one hand, and said with a certain tone: "Is the carbon 14 detected?"

God!

Bai Chuwei actually knew why they were here!

An archaeological expert sighed: "Ms. Bai is indeed a monk. She can detect the age of the snake egg only by her own cultivating power. We also need professional equipment for carbon 14 detection."

Bai Chuwei smiled without saying a word.

"Ms. Bai, can we see the **** snake and its eggs?" The old professor asked carefully, paying attention to Bai Chuwei's face.

Bai Chuwei didn't care about it.

After a while, I saw the snowball stepping on the snake's head proudly and slipping down the stair railing.

The huge body that was dozens of meters long almost fainted a few old professors directly.

Still the old lady was steady, swallowed her saliva and asked carefully: "This is the snake ancestor? We, can we talk to it?"

It's not that their brains are not clear, but... its snake egg can live for more than five thousand years, it must be a fine, maybe it can communicate?

But for safety, they were far away from one million, after all, looking at such a large snake, they panicked.

As a student of archaeology, Bai Chuwei directly agreed to this trivial matter.

An old lady who is an expert in paleontology groaned, staring at one million, and asked carefully: "Dare to ask what kind of snake are you? Why have you lived so long? Is it just because you cultivated immortals?"

One million: ‘hiss--’

Everyone was at a loss.

"Don't'you' ah'you', don't use honorifics to stupid snakes," Xueqiu said with his head tilted up and translated: "This stupid snake said, it is a snake. It is mentioned in the "Shan Hai Jing". Variety."

Xueqiu was very moved. He discovered that he has another advantage besides being a hacker. He can translate!

Also good at snake translation.

The experts took the pen to record, and suddenly felt something wrong as they listened.

Old Liu raised his head impressively, his eyes fixed on the snowballs on the heads of one million and one million, and his voice trembled: "Wait a minute... Is there any kind of record in the "Shan Hai Jing"?"

Chuwei said in a faint voice: "Shan Hai Jing is actually documentary literature."

The archaeological experts were instantly messed up in the wind: "???"

Isn't the "Shan Hai Jing" an ancient myth? Isn't that fictitious?