Looking at the Houtu Ancestor Witch who was slowly walking, Yang Jiao stretched out his hands and smiled slightly, "Come."

Yang Jiao, who was full of enthusiasm, got a good-looking white eye, and Yang Wei'er, who walked to the side, picked her up dotingly.

Houtu asked softly, "Good daughter, do you miss your mother?"

Yang Wei'er said without a position, "I think, Wei'er wants to die of her mother's kiss, or Wei'er said that she wants her father and takes Wei'er to find her mother." ”

Houtu glanced at someone angrily and said, "Yes, if it weren't for my good daughter thinking of me, others wouldn't have thought of coming to see me, right, Wei'er?"

Wei'er hurriedly said, "No, my father just came out of the customs today, and I asked Wei'er a lot about her mother, and my father also misses my mother, but he is embarrassed to express it, and my mother must believe in Wei'er." ”

Houtu nodded, straightened Wei'er's somewhat messy hair with his hand, nodded and said, "It's about the same, let's go, there are a few more little witches in the tribe, and my mother will let them play with you, okay?"

Wei'er was overjoyed and said, "Okay, okay, that guy always wants to eat my ginseng boy, and he relies on his friends to make more trouble, this time I must find a few more friends to defeat his wishful thinking." ”

Houtu doted her nose and said, "What have you bullied the idiot into, and you are still reversing black and white here, go ahead, don't play too late, mother has newly obtained some fairy fruits, keep them for you." ”

Yang Wei'er's childlike mentality, when he heard that he was already in a state of mind when he heard playing, he couldn't help nodding, got off Houtu, and said to Yang Jiao and Houtu, "Okay, okay, father and mother, you go to reunite, I'll go to play with the idiot." ”

Yang Jiao nodded when he heard this, and said, "It's still my daughter who is sensible, let's go play." ”

Houtu made a big red face. "What nonsense are you talking about in front of the kids? Besides, this is the gate of the tribe, not like words." ”

Yang Jiao rolled his eyes, looked at the nine-zhang tall Houtu, and felt excited in his heart, he had turned the sixth turn of his nine-turn Xuangong, and there were some things that could be done.

So he couldn't wait to rub his hands and said, "Let's go, wife, let's go and whisper." ”

After Yang Jiao's shameless edification, Houtu already knew the meaning of Yang Jiao's words, but when he heard the words, he smiled and said, "Yo, it seems that some people are very confident, but don't take advantage of the excitement and come back disappointed, are you okay?

Yang Jiao couldn't help but be angry when he heard this, who is the little man? Who is small? A small word deeply pierced someone's heart.

He swore that he would be ashamed, some things had dragged on for too long, and he always had no idea in his mind, so he would double the old account today.

Hou Tu followed behind, looking at Yang Jiao's majestic appearance, she couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly, she knew that some things could not be forced, after all, her responsibility and identity did not allow it.

With a loud "bang", the Houtu tribe once again staged a trapeze drama, watching these familiar scenes, all the tribesmen just pouted and continued to work.

Acceleration in the air and free fall, in a valley hundreds of miles away, Yang Jiao once again fell to the ground like a dog gnawing mud.

Yang Jiao hammered the ground with both hands sadly and angrily, his face was black and red, obviously he was already angry, where is Tianli? Where is Tianli?

Thinking that he is the first groom in the world, he has not had an in-depth communication with his wife, isn't it a great shame.

Moreover, the most hurtful thing is not that Houtu does not cooperate, but that his cultivation is not enough, and every immortal in the Divine Mansion has his own position, which is the so-called divine position.

The immortals are okay, but for innate gods like Houtu, it is absolutely not allowed to be blasphemed by low-level immortals, and Houtu is such a mixed yuan golden immortal, which is the most noble under the Holy Venerable.

And Yang Jiao is barely an intermediate immortal, if he has normal external contact with Houtu, then that's fine, if he wants to do something indescribable, it can only be self-inflicted.

It can be said that if it weren't for his nobility of his body, the luck of the innate treasure, and the supreme luck of the teaching, he would be able to achieve heavenly marriage.

Otherwise, those who are not selected by heaven to pretend to marry are purely looking for death, which is the will of heaven and earth, and it must not be changed.

Yang Jiao spit out the dust in his mouth, took a weed in his mouth, and lay on a small slope with a stone on his pillow.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, Yang Jiao always thought that this matter was very strange, Tiandao always protected Houtu when he was fine, although this incident made him very angry, but he always had an ominous premonition.

Looking at the clouds in the sky, he has no face to go back at this time, the monkey hurriedly peeled people into little white sheep, and as a result, he was incapable of being bounced away, even if his face was invincible, he couldn't help but be a little unbearable, what is this called.

"Knock knock" The earth made a loud noise, and a huge witch clan appeared in front of Yang Jiao's eyes, Yang Jiao couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, sat up and turned his head, because the other party's huge crotch was facing his head.

The Wu clan didn't speak, his huge palm was on the ground, and Yang Wei'er ran to Yang Jiao's side in the palm of his hand, like a sesame seed.

The Wu clan arched his body at Yang Jiao, turned around and left, for Yang Jiao, a "weak and can't help the wind" immortal, the tribes of the Houtu tribe, they can't say that they like it, and they can't say they hate it.

After all, they were born gods, and they are the authentic descendants of Pangu, and there are not many people in this world who are seen by them.

When Yang Jiao was in a daze again, he married their mother Houtuzu Wu and became their nominal father, which was extremely humiliating.

At the beginning, they didn't understand the consequences of Houtu marrying Yang Jiao, the Wu people were free and casual, and they respected the privacy of others the most, and Houtu married and married.

However, when they can understand, it is a tooth ache of regret, they are reincarnated from the Pangu Temple as gods, and each of them follows the corresponding ancestor according to their bloodline attributes.

Therefore, the ancestral witches of each vein can be said to be their spiritual leaders and parents, and now, Yang Jiao, a foreign race, has actually become their elder, and being able to endure without beating people is already his great patience.

patted his ass and stood up, how is he doing, and he will never lose face in front of his daughter, so he pretended to have nothing to do and said to Yang Wei'er, "Good daughter, let's go, let's go back, your mother is too busy, let's easily disturb her here." ”

Yang Wei'er looked at Yang Jiao suspiciously, her spiritual sense was very sensitive, and she always felt that her father's speech was a little unnatural, but she couldn't understand what it was.

Yang Jiao Yang Jiao was invincible, how could he show half a trace of expression, and pulled up Yang Wei'er casually, his expression was not shocked, and he summoned an auspicious cloud to rise into the air.