The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

Chapter 127 The Villain Playing Plan

"Houtu is one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. She is the pillar of countless Houtu tribes. When she falls, the sky will fall for the Houtu tribe."

"In other words, if I rescued her with artificial respiration, it is equivalent to saving thousands of witches."

"I lost my virginity to save a group."

"I was moved to tears by me, it's really great!"

With excitement in his heart, Yang Li lowered his head slowly, and his pursed mouth got closer and closer to the pink and fragrant lips behind him.

When he was about to kiss, Hou Tu's eyelids trembled slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Yang Li also stared wide-eyed and looked at her.

The distance between the two faces is only a few centimeters.

The tips of the noses touch together.

"what are you doing?"

Houtu didn't expect him to be so calm. He stared into Yang Li's eyes and asked a question.

"I'm saving you!"

Yang Li had a clear conscience, "But you seem to have woken up."

"Then should you get up?"

"Don't worry, I'll take a closer look and see if your eyes are distracted."

Yang Li said seriously.

……

"Thank you, I'm really fine!"

Houtu gritted his teeth and said in a hateful voice.

When Yang Li heard the other party's teeth creaking, his heart trembled, and he quickly got up and jumped away.

"You're welcome, it's all I should do."

Houtu almost exhausted all his strength to suppress the fluctuating state of mind, and kept reminding himself: I am a saint, I can't beat him, no matter how shameless I am, I can only bear it.

She sat up, looked around, and found that she had really reached the boundary membrane, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

The earth collapsed and disappeared, she was the lord of the earth, and she was the most sad.

"What happened?"

Houtu looked at the crowd and asked the most concerned question.

"It's all..." Just as Zhu Rong was about to yell, he suddenly felt his body tense. It turned out that Kunpeng's wings strangled him so hard that he couldn't speak at all.

Only then did Hou Tu notice that the head exposed under the wing of the Triceratops was Zhu Rong.

At the same time, I also noticed that not far away, there was a familiar figure lying on the back, as if fainted.

Is it harvest?

After recognizing it, I was even more confused.

Yang Li smiled and said: "The thing is like this..."

"Thank you, I'd better listen to what the people of our witch clan say." Houtu said lightly, preventing Yang Li from speaking. She always felt that all of this had something to do with Yang Li.

"Elder, tell me, what's going on?"

The elders of the Wu clan heard the call from the empress, and hurriedly explained the previous situation in panic.

Zhu Jiuyin destroyed Liyun Mountain.

Zhu Rong burned the remains of the mountains.

When Ru Shou and Zhu Rong were looking for the holy artifact together, a huge explosion was caused!

This... what is it? !

Houtu was dumbfounded when he heard that, he really didn't expect that the sacred mountain of the Liwu tribe, the mountains and the land, are so absent.

"Why did it explode, and you don't know the reason?"

The elder shook his head blankly. He knew that the two ancestral witches were going to search for the holy artifact, so he couldn't figure out how it exploded. As for the suspicion that it was Yang Li's manipulation?

That's impossible!The shamans respect the ancestral shamans the most. The elders don't think that Yang Li has the ability to do such a big thing under the watchful eyes of the two ancestral shamans.

"It's the holy artifact that exploded." Seizing the opportunity, Yang Li finally interjected.

Houtu woke up from this point, yes, such a terrifying power can only become like this when the holy artifact that is close to the magic power of the ancestral witch explodes.

As for why the holy vessel exploded, Houtu could also guess that it must have been Zhu Rong and Lishou who were fighting over each other, which stimulated Wu Sha in the holy vessel, which caused the explosion.

Only the people of the Wu clan can use their witch power to activate the holy weapon, that's for sure.

Even if Yang Li is a saint, he should not be able to activate the holy weapon.

After thinking about it, Hou Tu was so angry that he trembled all over. His own ethnic group was not destroyed by the attack of outsiders, but instead suffered such a big loss in the internal struggle.

Unforgivable!

Recalling the increasingly serious battles between the Twelve Ancestral Witches over the years, Houtu felt pain in his heart.

The essence of the earth is thickness.

Hou Tu has always been simple and rarely participates in such battles. Before asking Yang Li to help, it was only at the right time and he felt that he could take advantage of it.

Look at it now, just because of this thought difference, the Holy Land of Liyun Mountain is gone!

"I am responsible for this matter." Yang Li looked at the ugly Houtu, couldn't help but said, "I..."

"I don't blame you!" Houtu said decisively, "I can only blame our ancestors and witches for fighting too fiercely. Speaking of which, you are still a victim."

A good saint, probably not happy to be involved in this kind of thing.

I am a victim?

Yang Li pondered for a while, feeling a little confused.

"Can you do me a favor?" Houtu looked at Yang Li embarrassedly, "I know, I really shouldn't ask you for help again, but I have no choice."

"What are you busy with?"

Hou Tu wanted to say it directly, but suddenly saw Zhu Rong who was listening sideways, so he drove the mana calmly, condensed a burst of force and smashed it over.

Zhu Rong's head was dizzy, and he passed out in confusion.

Kunpeng was taken aback by Houtu's sudden attack, and quickly threw Zhu Rong to the ground, looking at Houtu warily.

But Houtu just stunned Zhu Rong, and there were some things that he didn't want the other ancestral witch to know.

"Our witch clan, the internal disputes are getting more and more serious now, including the twelve ancestor witches, they have old grudges with each other, but they have been suppressed forcibly."

"This kind of thing can no longer be left alone. I am a descendant, so I will be hard-hearted and ask the saint to take action and beat all the ancestor witches as much as possible."

"Play the image of a villain and hit the ancestral witches hard, so that the ancestral witches can truly unite under the oppression of a powerful foreign enemy."

After hearing Houtu's words, Yang Li also understood the other party's good intentions, but he sighed and said: "It's not that I don't want to help you, the main thing is that I have always been a good person with a kind heart. There is no such thing as a villain." Experience, definitely not good acting."

The corners of Houtu's eyes twitched, and he was silent for a long time, unable to speak.

Thinking about her dark eyes, and thinking about the way Yang Li took the opportunity to moles her just now, she can only sigh, for a saint, everything is outstanding.

The degree of shamelessness is also invincible in the world.

Yang Li was still sighing, "I hate evil like an enemy, and I hate bullying the weak. I'm not used to being a villain, and I can't do it at all. I can't learn how to learn."

Hou Tu gritted his teeth, and said in a bitter voice: "The sage is humble, you don't need to act as a villain, just be natural, just be yourself!"

"That's not good." Yang Li shook his head, "Forget it, I can help you a little bit, alas, it's just pity on my reputation."

"I just want to be a good person."