i am a tree [prehistoric]

After flying for a certain distance, I could barely see the village clearly.

All the houses in the village are built with stone houses. Countless boulders of different shapes are laid together in a way of opening and closing. It looks rough, but the walls are tightly connected without a single gap.

And each stone house is larger than the house in Xirong's impression. Obviously, the residents living in it are very big. Although the overall appearance is not exquisite, it is hard and heavy, revealing a hint of domineering.

This is also the reason that attracted Xirong to come here. It's not that there are no such gathering places in Honghuang. Compared with casual cultivators, most ethnic groups still like to live in groups. She usually doesn't even look at those exquisite pavilions and caves.Only this kind of rustic village that can be felt from a long distance made her eyes shine.

However, there are less than fifty stone houses like this, and the population is not that large. It is daytime now, and there are not many people in the village, only a few men and women who look a little old are handling prey in the open space.

There is a huge stone pot on the open space, and a bonfire is lit below. Something is being boiled in the stone pot, bubbling.There are a few children around who are laughing and playing.

Xi Rong was stunned by such a scene full of smoke and fire. For a moment, she seemed to think that she saw the human race. Could it be that the human race has already been born?

If Xirong didn't know that she was no longer a human race, she would have rushed over to see a fellow with tears in her eyes.

However, the next moment, she saw the muscles of those old men swelled, their black copper-colored skin glowed in the sun, and with a vigorous movement of their two big hands, they immediately tore the wild boar corpse in half!

Crash, the smelly internal organs fell all over the floor, and the blood splashed on the animal skin skirt around the old man's waist. The old man didn't care, he threw these internal organs into the river not far away, and then tore the pork into pieces with his bare hands Throw it into the pot and simmer.

The filter about fireworks in Xirong's eyes was instantly broken. She silently looked at those wrinkled faces, but they were two or three meters tall, with bulging muscles, as strong as a bear. Grandpas and old ladies looked at their little arms and legs again.

... Farewell, heroes!

At the same time, a group of people laughed and laughed out of the distant mountains and forests.Xi Rong took a closer look, and saw that they were also a group of men and women with bulging muscles and looked extremely powerful. Most of them were two or three meters tall, with broad frames and deep faces, and each of them was just wrapped with a piece of animal skin on the key parts. skirt.

Now they were talking and laughing, all of them were carrying prey, some were still alive and dragged by their big hands, some were dead and bloody, they didn't mind, just carried them on their shoulders and carried them on their backs. .Let the blood of the prey slide across the sweaty bronze back, exuding a wild and rough aura.

On the contrary, the leading woman was wearing a yellow dress with a much softer face.The whole temperament is as soft as the spring breeze, which is not in the same style as them.If she hadn't walked in the front like a leader, Xirong might have said, "Miss sister, if you are kidnapped, you should blink."

And the senses of the group of men and women were very keen, and when they sensed that someone was looking at them, one of the men suddenly turned his head to look.

"Who?"

It was a rough-looking man with a bloody prey on his shoulders. The blood was stained on the side of his face. Coupled with his fierce eyes, he looked like a perverted murderer at first glance.

If it wasn't for Xirong's courage to develop in the past few years, she might be taken aback.At the same time, she has already understood at this time, what kind of human village is this? This is a village of the Wu tribe.

Pangu's twelve drops of blood gave birth to the twelve ancestor witches, and the twelve ancestor witches used blood to give birth to the first batch of witches with reproductive functions. The witches multiplied and made the population of the witches more and more.And these men and women should be witches

Xi Rong looked at their overly unrestrained clothes, and couldn't help but turned to Pan Gu.

[As expected of your blood, they are all the same as you. It’s fine to wrap your clothes with animal skins. You don’t even wear shoes, and you step on them with bare feet all day long. The poisonous feet of you people, hum, here I express my strong condemnation! 】

Pan Gu: ...that step on him back then has been nagging for the rest of his life.

Just then, a pleasantly surprised voice came.

"Ah, it's you?!"

It was the woman in yellow who spoke at the head. She actually noticed that someone was looking at them much earlier than the others, but because the gaze was not malicious, she didn't want to pay attention to it because of her gentle personality. She just casually Taking a look, at first she just felt that this person's outfit was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before, but then she suddenly remembered it.The person they have been looking for, big brother, seems to be like this!

They have long wanted to meet this person, but unfortunately they have not been able to do so. Although she has never seen a real person, she has heard about the other person's clothes and dresses, and has these characteristics in mind.That's why she had that strange sense of familiarity just now.

Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, looked at the person in the distance in surprise, from the huge white lotus throne she was sitting on to her green clothes, to her bosom, which was still a little disconsolate because of the previous beating. The eyes of the auspicious beast are getting brighter and brighter.Ignoring the clansmen behind him, he hurriedly flew towards the Tsing Yi Venerable.

"Dare to ask... but Venerable Xirong?"

Xirong didn't expect the other party to have such an attitude, but still nodded hesitantly.

Pan Gu reminded her. [This should be one of the twelve ancestor witches. 】

He felt the breath of his own blood in the opponent's body.Much thicker than those witches.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches consisted of two female Ancestral Witches, and Xi Rong didn't know whether it was Xuanming or Houtu, but fortunately, the other party bowed to her happily after receiving her positive answer.

"Houtu has met Venerable Xirong!"

Xirong was stunned for a moment, although some lowly cultivators would call her venerable when they saw her, but Houtu was a master of Da Luo Jinxian from birth, logically speaking, he shouldn't be so respectful to her.

"There's no need to be too polite. You and I should just call each other friends. You don't have to be so polite."

"The gift cannot be neglected."

But Houtu smiled softly, with envious eyes. "Your Majesty is a good friend of our Father God, so naturally we are our elders, how can we be called friends of the Daoist?"

Long... Elder?

Xirong's heart trembled, and she was dizzy from this word.

On weekdays, Sanqing communicated with her on an equal footing, and so far the two parties have tacitly never talked about Pangu who is caught in the middle. But for their real life, Pangu is just a distant phantom.Even most of the prehistoric monks didn't even know what Pangu looked like.

Because of this, when it was revealed that Xirong and Pangu were friends, most of them were amazed and gossiped a few times, and then they did what they should do, and those who should call her a fellow daoist should still call her a fellow daoist.

Until today, it was the first time that Xirong heard the word "elder" because of this friendship.And people are obviously not talking about nonsense, but sincere words from the heart.

She met Shang Houtu's gaze tremblingly, and then she clearly saw the strong admiration for her elders in the eyes of this ancestor witch who can taste a bit of gentleness in the legends of later generations.

This horse...was she forced to super double before she had lived her life as a young and invincible girl?

Xirong's voice choked with sobs.

【Damn it, am I really that old? !I feel like the picture of my childhood is still yesterday. 】

Xirong was talking about her childhood in her previous life, and Pangu understood it for this life, so this man with the most straightforward personality gave Xirong an affirmative answer.

[Of course there is. After all, you lived from the chaos to the prehistoric, and the entire prehistoric is estimated to be the age of Hongjun, Luo Hu, Yang Mei, and I can compare with you. 】

In short, Xirong is a living history book of the prehistoric, to put it harshly, the favorite of the prehistoric, the old monster of the prehistoric, she must have a place.

Xi Rong: ...

Xirong took a deep breath and told herself not to be angry, not to be angry.

[But I am just a child myself, I have never even held a man's hand! 】

Although she seems to have only been carried up for a generation, but thinking about the age of Pangu and herself, and thinking about Houtu's "immature age" who was only born 500 years ago, Xirong is like a single mother who firmly believes that she is still a child. The giant baby was suddenly called grandma.The whole person is about to be frightened.

When Pangu heard this, he suddenly realized.Think you understand the problem.

【I see. 】

He said, running his mana slightly.Xi Rong only felt a strange touch in the palm of her hand, as if someone grasped her hand with a wide hand, some rough knuckles grazed her fingers, squeezed into her fingers forcefully, and her Clenched fingers.When the warm palms touched each other, the temperature in the opponent's hand seemed to be transmitted to hers.

With just one click, Xi Rong's heart skipped half a beat.

This kind of handshake is too intimate. You must know that the last time she shook hands with the opposite sex like this was when she was in elementary school in her previous life, and since then she has been single to this day. Getting close, not to mention shaking hands like this, even a little bit of physical contact is rare.I can only take this little piggy with me and rub it hard.

She didn't pay attention to this aspect before, but at this moment, she suddenly realized that she might be suffocated and a little skin hungry.Otherwise, how could her heart beat so fast just by shaking hands, and she even wanted to keep holding them comfortably?

As a result, at this moment, Pan Gu's triumphant voice followed closely.

[Even if you have held a man's hand, you won't regret it, will you? 】

That's right, Pangu mistakenly thought that Xirong's complaint just now was because she had become an elder before holding a man's hand.Although Pan Gu didn't quite understand the connection between the two, Pan Gu said: As his close friend, Xi Rong's wish was contracted by him!

Xirong, who really just made a casual comparison: ...

She couldn't bear it anymore, and opened her mouth out of embarrassment.

[Go to the other side, you know a hammer!Let go of your hands now! 】

[Why are you angry again?Although it is invisible due to the condensed mana, it should be no different from the normal feel, right? 】

Pangu didn't understand the reason for Xirong's anger at all. Feeling the soft touch of the mana-condensed 'hand', he felt a little bit reluctant. As a straightforward man who can say whatever he wants, he just said so.

[It's the first time I've noticed that your hands are soft and comfortable to hold, like... like the glutinous rice balls you ate, let me hold them for a while! 】

Pangu meant that Xirong's fingers were as soft and sticky as glutinous rice balls.But Xirong looked down at her hands, but her complexion turned black. Her hands were fair and slender, how could they look like glutinous rice balls?It's not that fingerless doraemon!What does this guy look like?

Xi Rong's eyes twitched, and said angrily.

[Quickly let go, grab your hammer and go! 】

Pan Gu: ...he is holding an axe, not a hammer.

Although he didn't know the reason, but after confirming that Xirong was unhappy, he could only withdraw his mana aggrievedly.After leaving that soft touch, a trace of regret flashed in his heart.

"Your Honor?"

After Houtu finished speaking, he watched the Venerable in Tsing Yi fall silent. Complicated emotions seemed to flash in the eyes of the other party, and then his downcast eyes darkened slightly, as if thinking of some not-so-good memories.

"Feel sorry."

Xi Rong realized that she had lost her mind, so she quickly apologized, her voice paused and she continued.

"I just... didn't expect you to say that. After all, he's been away for a long time."

Damn it, the whole prehistoric thought Pangu was dead, and she was the only one being tortured by this Tie Hanhan!

Venerable Xirong, as Pangu's father god's friend, is still saddened by the father god's death, right?It seemed that she had poked at His Holiness's heartbreak.

Most of the Twelve Ancestral Witches have personalities similar to those of Charcoal, but Houtu, the little sister, is the most gentle.Seeing the complexion of the Tsing Yi Venerable, she thought it was her fault for mentioning Pan Gu's Father God, so she comforted him immediately.

"You don't need to be sad. Father God has... but he has completed his way. Presumably he doesn't want to see you sad for him all the time. On the contrary, he only wants you to be happy all the time. It is."

"haha, really?"

Xi Rong paused for a moment, and forced a smile to reply.

Houtu, who didn't understand the meaning of the word "hehe", nodded seriously. "It must be!"

Venerable Tsing Yi just smiled without saying a word, Houtu knew that she didn't listen to what he said.Probably to Venerable, the death of Father God Pangu was already an indelible scar on her heart for her?

Houtu sighed in his heart, and didn't try to persuade him any more. After all, for such a heart-wrenching matter, how much use could verbal consolation be?Then she realized that it was not polite for her to talk to the Venerable like this, so she quickly asked the Venerable in Tsing Yi to sit down in the Wu Clan village below.

Although Xirong was not interested when she found out that it was a village of the Wu tribe, she had a good sense of Houtu and immediately agreed.After landing on the open space of the village, Jingshi Bailian shrunk and flew to her side, and Xi Rong stood up straight and looked at the group of witches again, feeling their tallness even more.

A normal human body is like a child to a witch, and the arms of both men and women are twice as thick as her thighs, so they can really run horses on their arms.It seems that those who returned from hunting were thirsty, and they didn't pay much attention. They just lay down by the river and drank it. The width of the small river was almost narrower than the naked eye.After reading it, people can fully understand why the later Kuafu Dawu was able to drink up several rivers and rivers.

And according to Pan Gu's introduction, this is only the human form of the witch man. If he changes back to the real witch man, the open space may not be crowded.However, Xirong can also understand that the witch clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit, and that being strong is a characteristic that the entire prehistoric world knows.The prototype of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was extremely tall when they were born.Naturally, these witches who had bred from their blood would not be too small.

Afterwards, Xirong followed Houtu into the largest stone house in the center of the village, which seemed to be Houtu's residence.

She went in and saw that the stone house was tall and closed, probably for lighting, and the windows were opened at a high place.The light is not bad, but the layout is really crude enough.

The stone house has no door, and the skin of an unknown beast is used as a curtain.In the huge stone house, there are stone tables, stone benches and stone beds, and the stone benches are covered with animal skins.The stone bed was covered with animal skins.There was a copper lamp on the stone table, and there was milky white ointment in it, which was taken from some creature.In addition to that, let alone tea bowls for entertaining guests, there is not even a rice bowl.

It was winter, and the cold wind rushed in aggressively through the cracks in the door curtain, blowing out the sound of humming, making the bare stone house even more desolate and empty.

Although Xirong guessed from the outside of the stone house that the inside might be rough, she really didn't expect it to be so rough.

If it was a mouse, it would have to run away with tears in its eyes.The thief came in and gritted his teeth and put down a bag of rice before leaving.

She couldn't help but glanced at Hou Tu, he was one of the twelve ancestor witches, brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi were so golden that they only had a few carved on their foreheads. 'I am rich.If it's a brother, come and grab me! ' is in big characters, why did you mix it up like this?

Hou Tu realized that his house was not suitable for entertaining guests after he realized it, so he immediately apologized in embarrassment.

"Sorry, because it's just a temporary stay, I didn't care too much..."

"It's okay, it's enough for us to have a square inch of space for cultivation. These foreign things are not necessary, why should I care?"

Of course Xirong wouldn't care, after all, there is no stone house like this on the top of her mountain.

While the two were talking, a muscular, muscular old lady with two pieces of cloth wrapped around her chest and waist came in, holding two stone cups in her hand.Then she showed a loving smile that didn't match her magnificent chest muscles.

"I don't know if a distinguished guest will arrive. There is no tea in our clan. Only this mountain spring water can quench the thirst of the distinguished guest."

"Thank you, you are still thoughtful."

Houtu glanced at his clansman gratefully.

The old woman smiled when Zu Wu praised her.Quickly backed out.

And before she backed out, Xirong inadvertently saw the gray stone debris between her fingers, and then looked at the fresh fingerprints in the stone cup.She fell silent.Apparently, this stone cup was hollowed out with bare hands. It is estimated that it was just an innocent little stone not long ago.

Xirong: She couldn't understand it, but she was shocked.

However, although the cup was rough, the mountain spring water inside was very sweet, and Xirong was not very particular about it, so she took a sip to save face.Then he asked Houtu curiously.

"Is this the gathering place of your witch clan?"

It doesn't look like it. After 500 years of development, the Wu tribe will not only develop so many people, right?

After seeing Venerable Tsing Yi's easy-going demeanor and not minding her neglect, Houtu was slightly relieved.Wen Yan explained with a smile.

This is indeed not the gathering place of the Wu clan, it is just a small tribe.After the Twelve Patriarchal Witches were born that year, they began to conceive witches according to the inherited memory, and took painstaking efforts to guide the witches to reproduce.At first everyone lived together.But as the number increases, the clansmen need to disperse around for better development.

For the most powerful Wu clan, expanding outward is not difficult, but it is not easy either.They don't cultivate the primordial spirit themselves, but only cultivate the physical body. Although they are very powerful in combat, they can't figure out the secrets. It is also difficult for them to learn the spells of other prehistoric monks.This is also the reason why Xirong just saw that the Wu people lived so rough.It's not that they don't want to turn into pavilions, high beds and soft pillows with a wave of their hands, the main reason is that they can't learn.

And this kind of weakness caused the Wu people to be ridiculed in Honghuang as simple-minded and well-developed limbs. Not to mention, after encountering foreign enemies, those people knew the defect of helplessness, and deliberately did not confront them head-on. .There is nothing to do with a sneak attack.

After the Twelve Ancestral Witches discovered this situation, in order to protect the newborn clansmen, they dispersed all the year round and wandered among the various Wu clan tribes to help the weak tribes gain a firm foothold in that area.

Houtu is currently taking care of them in this small tribe. She originally planned to stay for a hundred years before leaving, but after seeing Xirong, she couldn't wait to leave for a while, and called her brothers and sisters to come over quickly. By.

Xirong was puzzled. "When did you know me? You recognized me at a glance?"

"As early as when we were still conceiving in Pangu Palace, I knew your existence, Venerable."

Hou Tu looked at her with bright eyes.

"My lord, you must have never been to the Pangu Temple, right? You must go, it is the heart of the Father God. On the walls of the Pangu Temple, every mural has your figure."

She paused for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Venerable Tsing Yi heard the sad look on Father God Pangu's face before, and she was a little annoyed.But the words were all said, she hesitated for a moment and finally continued.

"Although Father God has gone, until now, his heart still remembers you, Venerable."

Xi Rong stopped drinking water, raised her eyes slightly to meet Shang Houtu's gaze, she had a beautiful face, soft brows, and there was a bit of annoyed apology in her eyes, but also gentle comfort.Sunshine came in through the high windows and shone on Houtu's body. For a moment, it seemed that the cold wind blowing in from outside the curtain became gentle.

It's not that Xi Rong has never seen beauties in this prehistoric age. Not to mention the stunning beauty of Yuanhuang and other Phoenix women, most of the dragon women are beautiful and domineering, and most of the Qilin women are stable, mature and gorgeous big sisters.The fox family is charming, and the lynx is smart and beautiful.But because of the prehistoric environment, every man and woman here is easy to provoke, and they are all roses with thorns.

Why do others mention Xi Rong as gentle and compassionate?Because the words compassion and gentleness are really scarce in this prehistoric world.

But in Xirong's view, she is not considered gentle, it's just because she is a law-abiding citizen and she habitually treats others with equality and respect.

But Houtu is a truly gentle woman. Her gentleness is not like water, but like soil, like this vast and fraternal land that embraces everything.

She deserves to be the empress who will incarnate the six realms of reincarnation for thousands of living beings in the future, she really is...

Xirong wanted to feel emotional, but couldn't come up with an adjective after searching her brain.

So...how on earth did Pangu, a tough-as-nails man, give birth to such a good daughter?