“You two, who won that chicken leg?”
At this time, I saw Zhao Chi lazily flying into the air.
“You don’t persuade them, but add fuel and jealousy to fan the flames!” Zhang Xuan was speechless.
“Who makes the Hong clan be so stingy, only give them twenty chicken drumsticks for a meal!” Zhao Ji smiled.
“Twenty chicken drumsticks per person…too few?” Zhang Xuan shook his head helplessly.
“Zhang Xuan, how are you feeling? Isn’t there a serious problem with your body?” Priest Eagle Feather ignored the others, but looked at Zhang Xuan.
“I have nothing to do…”
Zhang Xuan looked at the statue of the goddess on the square, concentrating on his eyes, “Is this your saint?”
In fact, Zhang Xuan had noticed the statue of the goddess a while ago.
He found that the appearance of this goddess statue was supernatural and elegant, almost exactly the same as Lin Qinghan!
The only difference is that the back of this goddess statue has a pair of colorful wings.
However, the wings are folded, which looks like a colorful dress.
“Yes! She is the saint of our Hong Clan, and she opened up this Great Thousand Realm!” said the Eagle Feather priest.
“What? This Great Thousand Realm…was he opened up?”
Zhang Xuan was a little surprised.
Is his wife such a cow?
“Yes! This Great Thousand Realm was originally a chaos. Our sage of the Hong Clan has arrived here, splitting the Hongmeng, and cultivating all things. Gradually, there are people, monks, and three dynasties!” Eagle feather priest sighed. .
“Then she…why is she here?” Zhang Xuan asked curiously.
“Don’t tell.”
“Then take me to see her!” Zhang Xuan sighed.
“How…how do you know that the saint has arrived at Hongshan?” Priest Eagle Feather asked in surprise.
“I know, far more than you think!” Zhang Xuan’s mouth bends slightly.
“Well, come with me.”
The Eagle Feather priest brought Zhang Xuan to a palace on the platform square.
These palaces are extremely primitive and do not have any magnificent decorations.
Even the roof is made of feathers.
However, these palaces are big and look magnificent!
Walking into the deepest part of the palace, it is an altar.
Sitting on the altar is Lin Qinghan, a majestic and majestic man!
“Wife!”
Zhang Xuanfei rushed over and wanted to pick up Lin Qinghan!
“Om!”
An invisible force directly threw Zhang Xuan Zhenfei to the ground.
“Don’t be disrespectful to the saint!”
A majestic voice sounded.
But I saw an old man with clear eyes and white hair and white eyebrows walking out from the side of the altar.
“High Priest!”
All the members of the Hong clan bowed to salute.
It seems that this old man is the highest high priest of the Hong Clan at present!
“What disrespectful thing! She is my wife. I hug and kiss if I want, can you control it?”
Zhang Xuan jumped up from the ground and walked towards the altar again.
When he walked to the altar, the mysterious invisible force blocked him again.
However, Zhang Xuan’s speed was very slow this time, so he was not shocked.
“He is your wife in the land of the ancestors, but now on Hongshan, he is our saint, you must not desecrate!” the high priest said coldly.
“Profanity? In the land of the ancestors, she is my wife. We sleep in a bed every day. You said, I desecrated her?” Zhang Xuan sneered.
“you……”
The face of the high priest suddenly became frosty.
In the room, needles dropped.
“You all go out!”
The high priest waved his hand, as if he was afraid, Zhang Xuan said something about Lin Qinghan, which embarrassed the people of the Hong clan.
Everyone retreated.
Only the god infant still flew beside Zhang Xuan.
“Xiaobao, look, that’s the 800-year-old mother!” Zhang Xuan pointed to Lin Qinghan on the altar and sighed, “He used to be the same as you, with wings!”
“Yeah!”
The god infant flew over in excitement, but was also blocked by that invisible power.
“The saint is clear and jade, the tallest existence in all dimensions throughout the ages, you are so presumptuous!” The high priest’s face was frosty.
“I only know that she is my wife, and now she is caught by you!”
Zhang Xuan looked at the high priest coldly, “You better let her go, otherwise, don’t blame me for being polite!”
“We didn’t catch her, but were protecting her, preparing her to awaken her blood and restore her past memories and magical powers!”
“Then after she awakens, does she still retain the memory of me?” Zhang Xuan frowned.
“Of course keep it! As long as the saint awakens, he will keep all the memories of reincarnation!”
“All? Then I am not the only one?” Zhang Xuan stared.
“Yes! After the saint awakens, you are just a visitor in his life!” The high priest paused, “So, you better stop saying that the saint is your wife, lest the saint is angry after awakening!”
“Passenger? Cut, then I would rather not let him awaken!”
Zhang Xuan looked at the beautiful face on the altar.
Lin Qinghan closed his eyes tightly, sat cross-legged, dignified and holy, as if he had no idea what was happening around him.
“Do you think that without you, we won’t be able to awaken the saint?”
“If you have a way to wake her up, you won’t be bothered by your teacher, go to Broken Dragon Valley and rescue me!”
Zhang Xuan took out his ears, sat on the futon unceremoniously, picked up the purple teapot on the short table, and poured himself a cup of tea.
“you……”
The high priest’s face became more and more ugly.
Zhang Xuan lazily sipped his tea, “Your tea is good, but unfortunately, there are no cakes, my son is hungry.”
“Yeah…”
The god-baby flew down on the Dwarf, and when he saw that there was nothing to eat, he opened the teapot, reached out and picked up the tea from the inside, and threw it into his mouth to chew.
On the short table, the tea was dripping.
The high priest frowned when watching the bear kid eating tea in his teapot.
He stroked the sleeves of his robes and saw him. On a few feet, a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake appeared out of thin air.
“Yeah!”
Shen Ying picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, mouthed one, three times, five divided by two, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was reimbursed.
He raised the plate again, “Ha ha ha ha,” and licked the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on it.
“Humph!”
The high priest snorted slightly, and he had to stroke his robe sleeve again.
On the short table, two plates of pastries appeared out of thin air.
“Yeah!!!”
The god infant yelled happily, picked up the plate, and ate again.
“Talk about the conditions!”
The high priest sat on the futon opposite Zhang Xuan.
“Nothing to talk about.”
Zhang Xuan also picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and lazily put it into his mouth.
“You! Aren’t you afraid of death?”
In the eyes of the high priest, Han Mandun flashed!
“dead?”
Zhang Xuan smiled and said: “If I die, your saint will never survive. Not only do you dare not kill me, I’m afraid, you have to protect me!”
“you……”
The high priest was so angry that he couldn’t speak.