Honghuang: The Start Of The Game Starts With The Sign-In At The Nuwa Bedroom

Chapter 184

Nuwa was speechless for a while and had to tell Chen Xuan the truth.

He slept for nine years with this sleep, and Hongjun’s preaching ended six years ago.

Although the preaching has ended, Chen Xuan still looks like no one can wake up, which makes everyone a little embarrassed.

You said that you are asleep here whirring, do others go or not?

Don’t go, who knows how long you will sleep-it is not a matter of a day or two for this god to take a nap, it is very possible to sleep for thousands of years in one sleep.

But if he leaves, now everyone knows that Zuan Daoist is extremely careful, and if Chen Xuan hates him for this, it would be too unworthy.

These people hesitated and waited for another three years, but they still didn’t see Chen Xuan wake up.

Later, Nuwa couldn’t see it, so she asked the gods who were fine to withdraw first, and then waited for another three years before Chen Xuan woke up.

Hao, I have slept in this sleep for nine years?

Chen Xuan was a bit shocked by his own sleep ability-but then again, the sleep was really enjoyable. Now he only feels full of energy all over his body to the extreme, and he can kill hundreds of kuns with just one punch.

Almost all the gods who listened to the Tao had left in twos and threes, and the Zixiao Palace became coldly clear again.

Chen Xuan stood up, stretched, and the joints of his body made a creaking sound.

“Daoist, are you leaving now?” Hongjun had a grievance on his face, and he didn’t know where he came out. “Are there anything you and the old man can tell you?”

Hongjun meant that since you are the clone of Heavenly Dao and the one who escaped, can you give me a small treat for the old man?

After all, most of the merits of this preaching have been robbed by you, so I will compensate you somehow.

“Well, I’m going back.” But Chen Xuan didn’t hear the meaning of Hongjun’s words, but just nodded, “This time, after so many years, the few dear girls in the family are probably a little anxious.”

Hongjun felt that his own liver was injured very seriously, clutching his heart with a look of suffering.

Chen Xuan arched his cupped hands at him: “Thank you Dao Zu for his hospitality this time. If that’s the case, then let’s not pass it.”

“Daoist, please stay!” Seeing that Chen Xuan was about to leave, Hongjun hurriedly called to him, “Daoist, think about it, is there really nothing wrong?”

Chen Xuan was taken aback. He felt that there was something in this old man’s words. Did I forget something important?

Look left, look right, nothing has been forgotten.

He waited until Chen Xuan saw Hongyun, and then he slapped his head: “Good opportunity, there is one thing I really forgot.”

As he said, he called Hong Yun over, and Chen Xuan coughed slightly, “Apprentice.”

Hong Yun quickly replied: “The disciple is here.”

“It’s okay now. I still remember that I owe you a meeting gift as a teacher.” Chen Xuan took it in his arms for a long time, then took out something, “Come on, this is yours.”

“This is the fruit of Xiantian Spiritual Roots Huang Zhongli, and it’s my meeting gift.”

Hongjun said in his heart: As expected to be the clone of Heavenly Dao, as expected to be the one who escaped, the shot is generous, and the one given is a Huang Zhongli.

This Huang Zhongli is Xiantian Spiritual Roots. According to legend, this tree will blossom for one yuan, bear fruit for one yuan, mature for one yuan, and eaten for one yuan. Its flower shape resembles a Lotus flower, and its fruit shape resembles a pistil. There is the word “Huangzhong” on the flowers and fruits.If a god smells the fragrance of flowers, he can gain ten thousand years of Taoism, and if he is lucky enough to eat a fruit, he can instantly become a big Luo Jinxian.

Hongyun also knows the goods. Looking at the Huangzhongli fruit in his hand, he smelled the refreshing scent in his nose: “Thank you, Master!”

“It should be.” Chen Xuan patted him on the shoulder, then turned his head and said to Hongjun: “Taozu, this red cloud is a great disciple of my Zuan family, you said it is not a big happy event. ?”

“Of course, of course. Congratulations Daoist, congratulations Hongyun fellow daoist!”

Then Hongjun saw Chen Xuan stretch out a hand and put it in front of him: “Since it is a happy event, don’t you have anything to say?”

Hongjun: “…”

Nuwa: “…”

Hongyun: “…”

Everyone else: “…”

The expression on Hongjun’s face is as if he was hung on the gate of the Zixiao Palace, and then struck by the sky thunder for more than three hundred years. It is as wonderful:, it is the clone of Heavenly Dao, you still care about me asking for gifts?

How come there are people who don’t wanting face like you in this predicament?

Why didn’t the thunder that fell during the reward and punishment on behalf of the sky take you away by the way?

In Hongjun’s mind, there were more than 80,000 horses running past, and his face was wrinkled like a bun.

However, even though my heart is awkward, I still have to give what I should give. After thinking about it, Hong Jun took out a Magic Treasures from his arms and said, “Hongyun fellow daoist, this is my gift, please don’t dislike it.”

Everyone looked over and saw Hongjun holding a golden Calabash vine in his hand, and there were seven apparently mature Calabash hanging on the Calabash vine.

Chen Xuan: “…”

May I ask Daozu, are you the grandfather of Calabash baby?

Is that pangolin Haotian or Yaochi?

Hongjun didn’t know the messy things Chen Xuan was thinking about. He put the Calabash vine in Hongyun’s hands: “This Calabash vine was encountered by Lao Dao accidentally in the early years, but at the beginning these seven Calabash vines were not Immature, and it must be the time now.”

“It seems that Calabash has a great relationship with fellow daoist.”

Hong Yun looked at the gleaming golden Calabash vines, obviously they weren’t ordinary products–it would be impossible to come to Dao Zu Hongjun to come up with ordinary goods; looking at the seven Calabash, they belonged to Xiantian, and they were extremely precious materials.

“This… Hong Yun dare not accept it.” He was taken aback, and quickly declined, “This gift is too precious, Hong Yun can’t afford it.”

The anger in Chen Xuan’s heart: You are the disciple of my Zuan Daoist, you can’t afford to give you a few Calabash, aren’t you the one who lost me?

“Okay, Hong Yun.” Chen Xuan waved his hand, “This is also the intention of Dao Ancestor, you can accept it.”

“Although it’s just one Calabash vine and seven Calabash, but courtesy is light and affectionate, so don’t refuse.”

In Chen Xuan’s view, these Calabash vines and the seven Calabash are really nothing, and can indeed be called “little and affectionate”.

Hongjun’s face blushed, and he was not sure whether Chen Xuan was thanking himself or mocking himself.

When Chen Xuan said this, Hong Yun was too embarrassed to say anything, and had to accept Calabash Vine: “Thank you Dao Zu, and Dao Zu.”

Hong Yun fiddled with the Calabash vines, and didn’t know how to use them for a while.

At this moment, too, who had been silent for a long time, spoke: “Hongyun fellow daoist, doesn’t the master have a heaven and earth tripod, why not ask the master to refine this Calabash vine into a treasure here?”