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Afang Palace.

The moon hung silently in the sky, hiding the drifting clouds over her body and turning them into a looming mist. The mist is like a light veil floating in the sky, filtering the bright moonlight into a hazy moonlight. That moonlight sprinkled over the mountains and rivers, sprinkled over the fields, sprinkled over the dense forests, sprinkled across the rivers, and finally sprinkled into a palace with corridors and waists and high eaves on the Lishan Mountain in the north and west.

It was also sprinkled on a face that captivated the country and the city.

Dai's eyebrows are like distant mountains, clouds and temples are like light smoke, her eyes are like cutting water, she smiles, swaying, as if these three hundred miles of a house are just used to hide her peerless elegance, so as not to let these thousands of miles of desolation lose color.

The red dust is a foot, and she occupies seven feet.

Such a beautiful woman who gathers the spirit of heaven and earth should not have any worries, but under the moonlight like mercury, the picturesque eyebrows are gently locked, as if thinking about something.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and after a few breaths, in a burst of "Lord Sanmiao", the wide door of the hall was pushed open, and a tall thin young man with a square head strode in, and then stood a foot outside the woman, bowing his hand.

"Mother. ”

The woman gracefully turned her head, the corners of her mouth sketching a smile just right.

"Sanmiao, what's the matter?"

"The last time my mother ordered it, my son asked Uncle Wukong to do it. ”

"Oh?" Hearing Sanmiao's reply, the woman crossed her hands in front of her waist and paced two steps away from the window, hiding her graceful figure in the thick darkness, "There are already results?"

“...... Man has found ...... Just ......"

"Just?" the woman's gentle voice repeated the last two words in the darkness.

The tall and thin young man lowered his head slightly: "It's just...... Uncle Goku ...... him Somewhat curious. ”

After a moment's hesitation, the young man deliberated and used a wording that was as watered down as possible.

In the darkness of the unknown night, there was a chuckle.

"The monkey...... Do I embarrass you again?"

The young man spread his hands and made a helpless expression.

"It's okay, Uncle Wukong's temperament...... It's urgent. ”

With a soft snort, the woman turned around and looked out the window at the rushing peak, the moonlight flowing through the window flowed down the contours of her side face and chin, and then flowed through the slender neck, outlining a beautiful and quiet silhouette.

"You go and tell him, just say that I said it, that tribe is indeed a pawn left by Yingzhao back then, and it is related to ...... The man back then. If the monkey continues to ask questions, let him wipe his neck and ask Ying Zhao about the magic stick. ”

"Yes. The young man gave up his orders, and the steps that should have left seemed a little hesitant.

The woman turned around, and a nasal voice of confusion came from her delicate nose.

"Mother," the young man asked, hesitating for a moment, "that person...... Isn't it the same ...... back then?"

The answer was a moment of silence.

But silence is also an answer in itself.

After a long time, the woman let out a long sigh.

"Sanmiao, you have been transformed from a living spirit to a demon for more than 3,000 years. ”

"Three thousand one hundred and fifty-seven years, thanks to my mother's cultivation!" replied the young man respectfully.

"Three thousand one hundred and fifty-seven years," the woman repeated softly, turning back, "time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, even you are so old. ”

If he's still ......

Looking at the young man in front of her, she was a little distracted, as if she had returned to six thousand years ago, on the warm sun shining on the Fenbao Rock, she saw the man pouting and perfunctorily pinching out a small snake with a boxy head.

At that time, life was also very simple, with cultivation, partners, and him, and every day was full and happy.

It's a pity that it's all gone.

The last side left in the memory, only the sword of the Immortal Sword penetrated the body, towards the back of the endless pitch black.

I remember he said that the so-called happiness is not obtained, and has been lost.

Sadly, there are some words that she would rather never understand than ever mean when she understands them.

He shook his head slightly, waking himself up from the unpleasant memories. The woman took a step forward, clinging to the huge window that went straight to the top of the hall, and the cool breeze in the mountains blew her long hair, and also blew the little woman who was sad and sad just now back to the Nuwa Niangniang who was in the world and shocked the wilderness.

It's just a voice, a little colder.

"How's going on with the Gonggong clan?"

"The person who came to Tou Cheng last time claimed to be a disciple of the leader of the Gonggong thieves, and his son had already experienced his exercises, so he should be correct. ”

"Take it to Zhurong and let them deal with it. ”

"This ...... The fire demons on Zhurong's side were originally barbarian demons, and their attitude towards the human race has not been very good, will it be ...... for them to take charge of this war?"

"It's okay, let them make trouble, enough trouble, let's clean up the mess. How's the summoning order?"

"The summoning order is still continuing, and the big tribes are better, but those small and medium-sized tribes are dragging their feet and responding very little, and there are so many such clans that we can't check them one by one. The young man frowned and said tentatively, "If you want me to say, these ordinary Terran warriors are really fighting, that is, they are useful for sweeping the tail in the back." Anyway, it mainly depends on the combat power of the demon clan, so why not turn a blind eye to ......"

Nuwa shook her head, her face expressionless.

"It's been 6,000 years since I created the first human race. No living creature knows them better than I do in the whole wilderness, for they are my children just like you. ”

Sanmiao stroked his chest with his right hand and bowed slightly.

"Of course, I don't point to them to charge, this summoning order is just to show Lishan's authority over other clans. The girl's gaze redirected to the reckless river outside the window, as if she could see through the mountains, "and to show a mother's authority over her children." ”

"Mother, I am too worried, you are the mother of the human race, and all human beings in the world are favored by you, how can it be like what Uncle Yingzhao said at the beginning, because it is only ......"

The temperature dropped suddenly, and a surging coercion like a tidal wave filled the entire hall, pressing the young man's next words back into his mouth.

The hall was silent, without a sound, as if time had been frozen, and this unusual silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace. Only the tired wheezing sound of the tall and thin young man remained, and in just a dozen breaths, he was already sweating and sweating, as if he had been thrown into a drum washing machine, tossed in the power wash mode for an hour, and had just been fished out.

In the middle of the night, Nuwa's soft voice came.

"Go ahead and tell the monkey not to hurt the lives of those people. ”

"Yes. ”

As the doors of the temple opened and closed, the footsteps behind him faded away until they disappeared. The main hall was restored to its original tranquility and serenity.

Nuwa carefully looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky.

It's just you, it was like this 6,000 years ago, and it's still like this today, and it hasn't changed in the slightest.

She sighed softly.

The wind on Lishan Mountain is a little colder.