Great Antiquity: I Created the Twelve Ancestral Witch of the Devil's Edition

Wang Xuan chose Fortune Ding to connect the two patterns.

The tattoo designs are well thought out.

He enjoyed it several times, and it was very good.

But in the bottom of my heart, I still feel a little dissatisfied, and there is still a little bit of charm.

As a tattoo artist, Wang Xuan has high requirements for tattoo designs.

I am not satisfied with myself, and it is difficult to get the tattoo artist to give a five-star evaluation.

"Almost what?"

Wang Xuan carefully examined one pattern and two pictures.

The following human race was born, surrounded by countless creatures, full of vitality.

The sky above is cracked, the weak water of the Tianhe River is rolling down, and the wild land is full of Wang Yang, sorrow and grief everywhere, and life is charred.

Below is life, above is death.

Life and death confrontation!

Slowly, Wang Xuan saw some dissonance.

In the upper and lower pictures, the opposition between life and death is too strong and too blunt.

How to look at it, these are two pictures, not a complete whole.

"How to make this picture harmonious?"

Wang Xuan thought of a few words.

There is something out of nothing, yin and yang come into being.

"There is..."

Wang Xuan suddenly got inspiration and adjusted the tattoo scheme again.

After a long time, he was finally satisfied.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you can start tattooing, are you ready?"

"Well..." Nu Wa's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

She raised her jade hand lightly, controlling the fairy skirt to reveal the pure white and jade-run back.

He kept his head down, not daring to lift it up, let alone look back at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan adjusted the colors, picked up the tattoo pen, and drew a diagonal line on her back with his fingernails from the upper left to the lower right.

Nu Wa couldn't help straightening her body, and thin white scales stood up on her jade arm.

Too nervous.

Face flushed.

Fingers crossed, Wang Xuan was also inexplicably nervous.

Nuwa's back is different from that of Houtu and Dijiang.

Pressing the Wuzu's back, he could clearly feel the majestic power accumulating under his skin.

Nu Wa's back is extremely soft, like a cloud.

Much softer than the young lady with tattoos before crossing.

"I started getting tattoos."

Wang Xuan let out a sigh of relief. He wanted to calm down, but he smelled a delicate fragrance.

"This tattoo is a bit difficult."

The tattoo pen hung in the air for a long time before it clicked for the first time.

Wang Xuan tapped the clouds with his fingers and started tattooing gently.

He also kindly reminded Nuwa: "If it hurts, stop."

He completely forgot that Nuwa was a quasi-sage, not a young lady.

After a while, Wang Xuan completely forgot himself and indulged in tattooing on clouds.

Nuwa felt the hot fingers on her back, and the crimson on her face never fell.

Wang Xuan first tattooed a fortune tripod in the center of Nuwa's back, suppressing the entire tattoo in the center and suppressing the spine Longshan.

On the lower left side of the Fortune Ding, Nuwa is tattooed.

She held the wicker in her hand, and sprinkled a little bit of mud into the sky.

Around her, there are many magical creatures, white foxes with nine tails, chicks with nine heads...

These creatures have specks of dirt on their bodies.

Obviously, they are all creatures created by Nu Wa.

The mud dots in the sky fell and fell into a group of humans.

A large group of people knelt down on the ground and devoutly thanked Nu Wa.

Wang Xuan slowly tattooed the pattern, time slipped away at the tip of the pen, and the last detail was presented under the tattoo pen.

The lower half of the figure of the man made from earth is completed.

Wang Xuan took the pen to examine and revise for a while, and then pushed the mirror.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, are you satisfied?"

"what?"

Nu Wa was absent-minded, Wang Xuan repeated it before slowly raising his head and looking at the tattoo in the mirror.

"So soon?"

"Quick? It's been a long time." Wang Xuan moved his wrist, and the tattoo was too long, even if he was a Taiyi Jinxian, he couldn't bear it.

"Why only the bottom part of the tattoo?"

Wang Xuan thinks Nu Wa is one hundred thousand why.

"You try a tattoo first."

Nuwa finally didn't ask why, she practiced the Taoist method, and the spirit of immortality was injected into the tattoo pattern.

Looking at the pattern behind her, Nuwa's brows condensed into Changchuan.

"Fortune tripod, living beings."

Nuwa felt an opportunity that was very important to herself.

But this opportunity is erratic and difficult to grasp.

She comprehended the tattoo on her back and tried her best to find that faint opportunity.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Nuwa sat cross-legged for several years without moving.

Wang Xuan saw that Nuwa was at the critical moment of enlightenment, so he didn't dare to disturb him, so he held back and reminded Nuwa that he could cover his back first.

From time to time, Wang Xuan looked at the tattoo on Nu Wa's back...

Really, what he saw was really a tattoo, not a skin that was as soft as jade and soft as a cloud.

Suddenly, the Changchuan on Nuwa's forehead was completely flat.

There was excitement and ecstasy on her face.

"I get it, I get it."

Nu Wa jumped up excitedly, saw someone beside her, jumped over a few steps, and hugged Wang Xuan.

"I see, cluck."

Wang Xuan was forced to hug Nuwa and touched Nuwa's back with both hands.

Soft fragrance in the arms.

"Understand what?"

As soon as Wang Xuan spoke, Nuwa realized that she was not holding Fuxi, but Wang Xuan.

She blushed and let go of Wang Xuan, turned her head to the side and whispered.

"I thought you were my brother."

"It's okay, what do you understand?"

Seeing Nuwa's embarrassment, Wang Xuan covered it with interest.

"Thank you, I took my chance."

Nuwa became happy again, she hurried out of the Taoist Palace, and took out the cauldron in front of the daowen palace. She did not know where to find the spiritual soil and water, poured it into the cauldron, and mixed them together.

"This... Nuwa won't realize how to create a man from the earth!"

Seeing Nuwa's actions, Wang Xuan was shocked.

He tattooed the earth to create a man, thinking that Nuwa would realize the opportunity to create a man.

But she didn't expect her to realize it so quickly.

Nu Wa grabbed the soil from the cauldron of good fortune and pinched the clay puppet attentively.

After a while, a clay puppet was born in her hands and was thrown to the ground by her.

The clay puppet rose against the wind, and when it fell to the ground, it had turned into a tall god horse.

Wings on the back, silver horns on the top of the head.

Nuwa continued to squeeze the clay puppet, and when she was done she threw it away.

A magical creature was born.

It is exactly the same as the creature on her back tattoo.

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