Ultimately,

The root of all this lies in myself, the saint of heaven!

What the hell,

Now the power of humanity actually prevents me, the ‘Mother of the Human Race’, from teaching the human race that dares to blaspheme her own race!

If it weren't for maintaining the image of a saint, Nuwa would have wanted to curse!

Especially after seeing Di Xin's "come and beat me if you dare" look, Nuwa was so angry that her teeth almost broke!

Under the golden light,

Nuwa said coldly again: "Di Xin, you wrote a poem to blaspheme the Holy Mother of the human race, and you still want to quibble? Aren't you afraid that the anger of this saint will bring disaster to hundreds of millions of people!"

"Humph, Nuwa, the lonely king calls you the Holy Mother of the Human Race to give you face. I hope you will not be ignorant of the praise. Don't think that the lonely king doesn't know that you are just trying to create a human being for the sake of the status of a saint!"

"Before the Lich War, when the human race was used as food by the demon race, where were you?"

"Before the Three Emperors, when the human race had no clothes to cover their bodies and no food to cover their bellies, where were you?"

"Because of your meritorious deeds of smashing earth into human beings, you enjoy half of the luck of the human race. However, the billions of human beings on the ancient land are treated as incense puppets by the guys in the sky. The slightest disrespect leads to various natural disasters. Where are you?

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Chapter completed!