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

Chapter 233

It stands to reason that Hongjun gave the little Phoenix a gift. At this time, it should be Chen Xuan, who was the parent, stepped forward to thank him.

Chen Xuan did the same, but it was a bit wrong.

The bastard said to Hongjun without smiling, “Thank you Daozu for giving such a’precious’ gift to the little girl.”

“Daoist is so polite, it’s just a little gadget. If Daoist doesn’t dislike it, it’s fine.”

Not disgusted?

What should I do if I fucking hate it?

No, we must not let this old man pretend to succeed!

Chen Xuan’s eyes turned, and his plan came to his mind.

“This treasure of Daozu really gave me some inspiration.”

With that said, Chen Xuan took four more branches of Huangzhongli from the sea of ​​consciousness, and burned them into the shape of hairpins with Xiantian Phoenix divine fire.

He drew on the four hairpins for a while, and waved his hand: “Go.”

Hongjun saw a green and green hairpin inserted into the four little girls’ hair buns, and the tail of the hairpin was tied with a gold chain with a pearl the size of a dragon’s eye.

Chen Xuan deliberately refused to look at him, and said to the four little girls: “This is a gift for your father. This hairpin is made from the branches of Huang Zhongli, and the pearl on the tail is used for millions of years. Pearls bred from the above mussel essence.”

“The branches of the yellow plum can nourish your body at all times; and that pearl will provide a protection for your four little girls-as long as Sage is not here, no one can hurt you.”

“Father also portrayed a magic circle on this hairpin. If one day you encounter something that you can’t beat, it can resist Sage’s full blow for you, and by the way, call the father.”

hiss……

Chen Xuan deliberately spoke very loudly, and the sound almost spread throughout most of the prehistoric. The idle cultivators on the scene heard clearly, and the sound of inhaling air-conditioning sounded, making Honghuang almost plunged into the Little Ice Age.

The branches of Xiantian Spiritual Roots yellow plums, the pearls bred by millions of years of mussel essence-look at the size of the pearl, and then look at the color, it has become golden.

This Zuan Daoist is so fucking rich!

Don’t know, is he still missing grandchildren?

As long as Chen Xuan shouts now, whether anyone is willing to be his grandson, it is estimated that the people in the line can go from the Wa Palace to the Zixiao Palace.

Don’t talk about grandchildren, the gray grandchildren of Ten Eighth Stage are definitely involved.

Little Phoenix was so happy at first, it was a lot of fun playing with Golden Lock.

But when she saw the hairpins on the heads of the four Big sis, she suddenly felt that the golden locks in her hands were not so fragrant.

I don’t want a golden lock anymore, what should I do if I want a hairpin?

Waiting online, very anxious.

The little guy thought for a while, but didn’t know how to speak, and when his mouth was flat, he started to cry.

However, Chen Xuan was also prepared, a hairpin appeared in his hand like lightning and shook it towards Huang Yao.

With a swish, the little guy disappeared in place, leaving only the golden lock that he had just played like a baby and fell to the ground.

Sitting in the palm of his father’s hand, he happily asked his father to put a hairpin on himself, and little Phoenix became happy again.The baby girl was happy, Chen Xuan was also happy, and those who watched the excitement were also satisfied, but Hongjun was dumbfounded.

He can’t wait to slap himself: With Zuan Daoist here, what can you do?

The skill of making the hairpin and even a cup of tea was useless. As a result, he was able to withstand Sage’s full blow, and he could also forcefully summon Zuan Daoist himself.

Looking at the hairpins on the heads of the five little girls, and then at the golden locks he gave out, Hongjun’s old face has turned into a purple eggplant.

Chen Xuan’s mouth is too bad, and he still said coldly: “I don’t wear many accessories on this body. If you can wear it well, you must not wear bad ones, understand?”

“I see, father.”

The five little girls said milkily together.

What’s more, Chen Xuan once again took out a light green skirt with sparkling sunlight: “Taozu, I see that your virgin loves this Guangxiu Liuxian skirt very much. I have one more here, so you can wear it for her. Bar.”

Without waiting for Hongjun’s consent, he threw the skirt to Yaochi with a wave of his hand.

Yaochi looked at the skirts of the little girls who were biting their fingers and was envious. Before he could react, he found that he was wearing an exactly the same Guangxiu Liuxian skirt—not the same, on the skirt he was wearing. There are also subtle flaws.

But it doesn’t matter, this is 13,800 times stronger than what I am wearing now.

Seeing that Chen Xuan gave another silk-embroidered fairy skirt to Yaochi, those idle cultivators made louder comments:

“Good guy, it’s enviable that he is so generous when he shoots.”

“What do I envy, I envy Daozu even more. Look at people, come to the birthday banquet of Little Princess in the Wa Palace, and give me a tattered dress, instead I got such a beautiful dress.”

“Hey, I have to say, ginger is still hot.”

“You said, if I send a stone now, what will Zuan Daoist give me?”

“His old man will slap you in the face.”

“Hahaha!”

This old face of Hongjun was already black in purple, and there was a burst of white qi above his head. He was run by these people, and his alive anger became like this.

Seeing that the old man was about to turn into eggplant essence, Chen Xuan’s heart was uncomfortable: In case Hongjun is angry, those people are going to booze and let themselves preach.

This kind of thing must never happen!

“Taozu, you don’t have to think about it. They are all toys for a few little guys. Everyone is laughing, laughing.”

Seeing Chen Xuan say a few more words, Hongjun might be about to explode on the spot. Nuwa glared at his husband, and then helped the teacher over: “Teacher, don’t care. My husband is not forgiving, you But think about it.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Hongjun took a rest for a while before he came back a little, and waved his hand. “This time, I didn’t think well and made everyone laugh.”

Nuwa was about to speak when she saw a cloud of auspicious clouds floating from the sky, and it was obvious that someone was coming again.

It is the Sanqing who came from Pangu god-tier-daddy, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Heavenly Dao people.

These three clears are one body, and naturally come together.

They thought that the three of them had come early enough-the Heavenly Dao people originally proposed to come earlier, but Yuanshi Tianzun refused.

In his words: I and others are transformed by the Pangu god-tier primordial spirit, and they are precious, so naturally I have to come later, otherwise, how can they reflect the noble blood?

What he didn’t expect was that Hongjun actually came much earlier than he and others had come, which was a bit embarrassing.

The three of them glanced at each other and hurriedly pressed Luoyun’s head.