Master of Hongjun

Both Nuwa and Fuxi showed disappointed expressions at the same time, and Nuwa no longer pursued and asked questions, and believed the lie that Cao Xiaolong made up on the spur of the moment.

After all, there are few people in the prehistoric world who can think of a clever lie like Cao Xiaolong in the blink of an eye, and his face is not red or heartbeat when he panics, and his expression is so natural that he can't be more natural.

It is normal for Cao Xiaolong to say that the vastness of the prehistoric world is measured by hundreds of millions of miles, and there are many strange people and strange things that are sincerely seeking the way, but he does not like to interact with people.

The doubts in Nuwa's heart were resolved, and the topic turned back to the matter of her own sanctification. Cao Xiaolong secretly wiped off a cold sweat, secretly thinking that he was lucky, and finally got away with it.

"I don't know if you still have the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil in your hands? Nuwa wants to make people holy, but she has no choice but to make people without soil, so I can only come to seek help from fellow Taoists, and hope that you will be fulfilled!" Regarding sanctification, Nuwa This time he lowered his posture and asked Cao Xiaolong for help.

"Emotional Nuwa and Fuxi came to beg me, I thought they were here to ask questions!" Cao Xiaolong finally came to his senses at this time, and figured out the purpose of Nuwa and Fuxi.

It's no wonder that Cao Xiaolong didn't figure out the secrets in advance, because the calamity is about to start at this time, and because of Cao Xiaolong's repeated disturbances, the secrets are already in chaos.

After all, Cao Xiaolong is only a quasi-sage and has not yet become a saint. Even if he becomes a saint, he probably cannot accurately calculate the secrets at this moment, and how can he understand the purpose of Nuwa's visit.

"Huh? Didn't Houtu give the Nine Heavens' Breathing Soil to Nuwa?" Cao Xiaolong asked a question mark above his head, "What's going on? I donated the Nine Heavens' Breathing Soil to Houtu for the purpose of letting Houtu earn money from Nuwa to make people Merit and virtue, in the future when you use your body to reincarnate, you can have a little more hope of survival, why didn't Houtu play his cards according to common sense?"

Seeing that Cao Xiaolong was suddenly stunned on the seat, Nuwa's expression was not right, she thought that Cao Xiaolong was reluctant to part with Nine Heavens, and her pretty face couldn't help becoming a little angry, "Don't tell me fellow Taoists don't want to help Nuwa?"

Cao Xiaolong shook his head again and again, and said: "No! I was just wondering why Houtu didn't give the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil to fellow Taoists."

That's right, Houtu is the ancestor witch of the Wu clan, and Nuwa is the emperor of the demon clan. Now the two clans are facing a life-and-death battle. Houtu considers the overall situation, so naturally he will not help Nuwa to become a saint, and add to the Wu clan's strength. archenemy.

Cao Xiaolong guessed Houtu's intentions, and he couldn't help but secretly complained that he was too careless.

In many yy novels, it is said that Houtu donated the nine-day breath soil to Nuwa to become a saint, and then earn the merits of becoming a saint, and finally can be reincarnated and the soul is immortal.Cao Xiaolong has read too many YY novels about the prehistoric times, and subconsciously thought that Houtu would be as written in the book, so he would hand over the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil to Houtu, but he ignored Houtu's kind nature.

How can Houtu be cruel to his own people if he can be so kind to others? After all, reality is not a novel, so how could such an unreasonable plot happen.

Thinking of this, Cao Xiaolong couldn't help being furious. He really wanted to travel back to modern times, grab those big guys who wrote wild novels, and ask, "Damn it, do you think Houtu is a pig?"

"Yy novels are harmful," Cao Xiaolong wailed from the bottom of his heart, "Even such a brilliant genius as I have been affected, those writers who write nonsense should be pulled out and shot."

Sure enough, Nuwa's answer was consistent with Cao Xiaolong's conjecture that Houtu refused Nuwa's request because of his clansmen. Cao Xiaolong couldn't help but secretly scolded Houtu: "Stinky girl, kind-hearted and pedantic, it's in vain. I gave up a great opportunity."