In the Yin District of the ancient city of Luoshui, a beautiful and magnificent bluebird fell from the sky, raising waves of smoke and dust.
After Tang Hao walked down, Qing He transformed into a little girl again and ran anxiously towards the ruins.
But after running a few steps, she was stopped by a voice, "Xiaoqing, wait!"
"What's wrong, sir?" Qing He stopped and turned to look at Tang Hao with some confusion.
At this time, Tang Hao was standing on the bluestone floor, looking closely at the figure lying in the ruins not far away, "She...has a problem."
has a problem? What is the problem?
Upon hearing Tang Hao's inexplicable words, Qing He blinked in confusion, and then subconsciously looked towards the center of the ruins.
The long black dress she once wore was in pieces. Xuan Ming was lying on a broken beam with a pale face, and her whole body was extremely sluggish.
The huge diamond-shaped pendant beside her ear was missing, and wisps of spring light leaked out, along with the alluring lines on her fair skin.
Xuan Ming looked very strange at this moment, his beautiful brows were tightly knitted together, as if he was suffering from great pain.
The original elegant and ethereal temperament disappeared, replaced by something very similar to the previous Donghuang Taiyi... evil charm!
Silks of black mist rise and spread above those lines, like beautiful but dangerous snakes!
"Sister Xuanming, what's going on?!"
Feeling that the other person's aura was completely different from before, Qinghe froze on the spot.
She could clearly detect that Xuan Ming at this moment did not seem to be one of the twelve ancestral witches with the elegant smile in her memory.
"Is this the consequence of choosing to kill?"
Looking at Xuan Ming not far away, Tang Hao raised his eyebrows.
Different from Qing He, in his eyes, Xuan Ming at this moment is more like the legendary witch.
Moreover, the painful expression on Xuan Ming's face in Qinghe's eyes was actually enjoyment in Tang Hao's eyes.
It’s like I’ve been suppressed for a long time and suddenly felt released!
Does this guy really like killing?
Looking at the expression on the other person's face, Tang Hao thought with some doubts.
"Sir, can't we... go there?" Qing He's voice interrupted Tang Hao's thoughts.
She looked at Xuan Ming, who was very close at hand, and could neither move forward nor retreat for a moment.
"No need to go there, she will wake up soon."
Tang Hao shook his head and said in a very calm tone.
"Sir, what are you..." Qing He, who was about to ask Tang Hao why he knew that the other party was about to wake up, suddenly seemed to notice something and looked sharply at the ruins again.
I saw Xuan Ming, who was lying dying on the beam a second ago, but now he had completely stood up.
No, he didn't stand up, he floated.
A pair of graceful jade feet were like a dragonfly touching water, and the black dress that was originally in pieces was re-involved by the black mist.
"Sister Xuanming, are you awake?!"
Looking at Xuan Ming floating slightly in the air, Qing He's face lit up with joy, and he immediately raised his little hand to wave.
However, Xuan Ming did not look at her at this time.
Like Donghuang Taiyi, Xuan Ming, who had scarlet halos dancing in the corners of his eyes, stared straight at Tang Hao, with thousands of emotions flashing through his eyes.
"God...Your Majesty."
The voice is still gentle, but inexplicably a little more coquettish, and it can trick people's minds.
"I can feel you getting stronger. It's a good choice."
Facing Xuan Ming's gaze, Tang Hao first smiled softly, but the next moment, the smile disappeared from his face.
Pointing at Qing He in front of him, Tang Hao's tone returned to calmness, "Xiao Qing is very worried about you and asked me to come to you all the time."
Hearing this, Xuan Ming's eyes flashed and he finally looked at the small figure, "Xiao Qing..."
The constantly jumping demonic energy on his body subsided slightly, Xuan Ming stepped into the void and began to walk towards Qinghe step by step.
"Sister Xuanming, why are you like this?"
Looking at Xuan Ming walking towards him, Qinghe did not show any fear or panic.
Instead, she opened her feet and ran towards the other party.
Since being adopted as a mount by Tang Hao, the person who has accompanied her the longest is actually not Tang Hao, her master.
As one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Xuan Ming has been doting on Qing He who only has the level of Xuan Xian for more than three years.
Qinghe was young and lively.
Due to her status, most of the Zhisheng clan members looked respectful to her when they saw her.
The Xuanming clan thought she was the Great Ancestor's mount, so they didn't pay much attention to her.
Only Xuan Ming would take the trouble to listen to Qing He telling the interesting things that happened every day over and over again.
Only Xuan Ming would take Qinghe through the entire wilderness when she was bored.
It can be said that in Qinghe's heart, Xuan Ming's status is only lower than Tang Hao, and on the same level as the leader of Tongtian who gave him three rays of sword intent.
Although Qinghe didn't know why Xuan Ming became like this, she believed that, like Tang Hao, he would not harm her.
Looking at the two people who were getting closer, Tang Hao simply looked away.
It has to be said that the Shennong clan is still far ahead of the Zhisheng clan in some aspects.
In terms of architecture alone, the Shennong clan is now fully equipped to build various beautiful and practical palace buildings.
The Zhisheng clan is different. If it weren't for the help of the Xuanming clan, the Zhisheng clan would probably still be living in the same stone house that resembled a primitive tribe.
But this can't be blamed on the Zhisheng family. Compared with the land of Luoshui River and the wilderness, they are simply two extremes.
What's more, the foot of Buzhou Mountain was once the headquarters of the Wu Clan. It was already remarkable that the Zhisheng clan could lead the tribe to survive.
Looking at the exquisite buildings in front of him, Tang Hao's eyes flickered, and his inner thoughts began to tumble.
"It is said that after the battle between the lich and the lich, it will be time to confer the gods and measure the calamity."
"However, the three religions have just been established at this time, and the Heavenly Court has not been reorganized. It is estimated that the gods will not disappear for millions of years, and maybe it will take even longer!"
Turning his eyes slightly, Tang Hao looked at Qing He and Xuan Ming who were talking to each other, and unconsciously thought of everything he had heard and seen, "However, the Hong Huang he saw seemed to be the same as what he had known before. It’s a bit different from prehistoric times.”
"Is this actually the real prehistoric era?"
Xie Yun, Nian Xuan, Su Wanwan, Ao Li'er, and the Xuanling mentioned by Shennong just now were all names that he had never heard before.
Tang Hao has never heard of the grudge between the Canglong clan and the Tongtian Cult Leader.
Coupled with Luo Hu, whom he met not long ago, Tang Hao believed that if it weren't for him, the other party would have sacrificed everyone in the Shennong clan.
All this proves that the world he lives in now seems completely different from the ancient world he once knew through TV series, movies and novels.
However, it’s okay to be different.
After withdrawing his thoughts, Tang Hao looked at the ancient city of Luoshui in front of him, listened to the conversation between Xuan Ming and Qing He, and smiled slightly.
It would be quite boring if you knew everything.
