Great Brother

Chapter 30
It is said that Zhang Han brought the injured ancestral witches back to the ancestral witch hall.

In the Ancestral Witch Hall, Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of the fire, looked tired, took Zhang Han's hand, and said to Zhang Han in a weak voice: "Brother Xuanqing! This time is thanks to you! Otherwise, we will all be finished." ".This made Zhang Han who was standing there feel embarrassed. After all, the ancestral witches were so miserable. He was the one who beat them. If he hadn't injured the ancestral witches, those guys from the monster clan would not have the guts to provoke the witch clan. Listen now Seeing Zhu Rong's words, Zhang Han, who had always had a thick skin, blushed.

After pondering for a while, he felt that the injuries of the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not heal so quickly. If he left now, there would be no one who was not afraid of death to make trouble. After thinking about it, Zhang Han decided to stay temporarily.

Zhang Han, who made the decision, said to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, "Heal your wounds for the time being! Don't worry about the Wu Clan. I will stay in the Witch Clan for the time being and wait for you to recover."

After hearing Zhang Han's words, the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches lit up instantly. Their family members knew about their own affairs. Using Pangu's real body this time would put too much burden on them. Now they can't restrain those powerful people at all. If a guy takes this opportunity to come, it will be a lot of fun to make trouble. Now seeing Zhang Han expressing his willingness to stay in the Wu Clan, this makes them feel at ease. After all, everyone in Honghuang knows Zhang Han's strength. The cold is here, and the Wu people have no worries.

"Haha, thank you Brother Xuanqing then."

"Brothers, haven't your injuries healed yet?" In the Zuwu hall, Zhang Han looked at the twelve ancestor witches with a puzzled expression. Zhang Han had been in the witch clan for 100 years. It's still not good, which has to make Zhang Han feel good.

"Ahem, brother Xuanqing, you don't know, we were seriously injured this time, so please take it easy!" Seeing Zhang Han's doubts, Zhu Rong coughed twice to defend himself.

"Is it that heavy? You are ancestor witches. The strongest body is the body. It took so long to sustain such a small injury." Zhang Han looked suspiciously at the coughing Zhu Rong. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, it was impossible. There must be something wrong.

Seeing the disbelief on Zhang Han's face, Zhu Rong quickly got up and said to Zhang Han, "I have to go back to heal my wounds, so I'll go first." After speaking, he ran out of the hall.Its speed was so fast that Zhang Han was amazed.

"Old Huo, let's go to heal together"

"Oops, my stomach hurts"

"..."

Immediately afterwards, all the ancestral witches found various reasons and left. The reasons were so weird that Zhang Han was dumbfounded, "Why didn't I find these guys so shameless?"

In the end, only Zhang Han and Houtu were left in the huge Ancestral Witch Hall.

Looking at Houtu who was blushing, Zhang Han couldn't help feeling the desire to fight Houtu, and joked, "Sister Houtu, what's your reason?"

Hearing Zhang Han's words, Hou Tu blushed even more. He lowered his head to avoid Zhang Han's eyes, and said softly, "I have no reason."

Fortunately, Zhang Han's hearing was amazing, otherwise he really didn't know what Houtu said, and said jokingly: "Since there is no reason, then you just don't want to go out."

After hearing Zhang Han's words, Houtu couldn't help but rubbed the corner of his clothes, and buried his red face deeply.

Looking at the posture of the little girl in Houtu, Zhang Han couldn't help feeling hot and a little rippling in his heart, and he couldn't help sighing: "The beauties in the prehistoric era are more beautiful than those "so-called" beauties in later generations." Think about later generations Of all the beauties out there, who doesn't have pink on their face when they go out?After removing makeup, it is like a different person.

Houtu looked at Zhang Han staring blankly at himself, and couldn't help but bury his head deeper. Although he was shy, his heart was still sweet.

Shaking his head, he pushed these thoughts out of his mind, adjusted his face, and then said to Houtu with concern: "Houtu, is the injury better?
"Um"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Um"

"..."

Looking at Houtu who kept humming all the time, Zhang Han had a headache. He is not an idiot, nor is he an old antique. As the era of information explosion in later generations, he understands Houtu's heart for him, but he dare not accept this paragraph. Feelings, he was afraid.In Zhang Han's heart, Houtu is going to be reincarnated, and it is impossible for him and her to have a result. How can Zhang Han accept this.

Rubbing his brows and looking at Houtu, Zhang Han also felt that he had nothing to say. For a while, the entire Zuwu hall was extremely quiet.

"I am Hongjun. After a hundred years, Zixiao Palace will give a sermon for the third time, and this sermon will also be the last one. Anyone who is destined can come to Zixiao Palace."

Just when Zhang Han and Houtu were silent with each other in Zuwu Hall, Hongjun's notice came in.In an instant, Zhang Han's heart was full of gratitude to Hongjun. Zhang Han had never felt that Hongjun was so cute like now. If Hongjun was in front of Zhang Han now, Zhang Han would definitely jump up and kiss Hongjun.

Zhang Han, who found an excuse, stood up, coughed, and said to Houtu: "Sister Houtu, there are still a hundred years before Teacher Hongjun's lecture time, let's hurry up and get on the road!"

After hearing Zhang Han's words, Houtu finally raised his head, hummed lightly, and walked out with Zhang Han.

"Hey, you two, I'm finally willing to come out." Zhang Han, who had just walked out of the Ancestral Witch Hall, heard Zhu Rong's smirk full of ridicule.

After being teased by Zhu Rong, Houtu couldn't help but blushed again, secretly glanced at Zhang Han, and found that he just shook his head with a wry smile, and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Brother Zhu Rong made a joke. I'm here to say goodbye this time. Teacher Hongjun's third sermon is about to begin. I'm going to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon. Would you like to go together?" Zhang Han's last sentence was Said to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

After hearing Zhang Han's words, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches pondered for a while, except for Houtu, they all shook their heads. The Witch Clan didn't cultivate their primordial spirit, so they couldn't understand even if they went, and they all expressed their unwillingness to go.

Seeing that the ancestral witches refused, Zhang Han didn't say much, and directly slapped the ancestral witches, and flew into the sky with Houtu.

"I hope sister Houtu can get what she wants." Just after Zhang Han took Houtu away, the eleven ancestor witches blessed Houtu in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)