Chapter 97 Pan Hao admonishes the unruly ancestral witch.

Pan Hao has always been ruthless and arrogant. He is not a good person!

He seems to have a gentle face and is easy-going towards others, but this is just the surface.

He has more pride in his bones than anyone else!

Although the remnant soul of later generations made him a lot gentler, the things in his bones could not be changed if he wanted to, let alone Pan Hao didn't want to change either!

He is more proud than the proud; He is gentler than the humble and meek.

There is no distinction between strength and weakness, and no regard for heel or foot.

What you respect is the heart of Tao, what you look at is the heart of God!

Because there is no god more noble than Him in the prehistoric times, He does not need to care about anyone's face and can look down on anyone he wants.

Putting the unconscious Zhu Rong into Di Jiang's arms, Panhao swept over the ancestral witches one by one.

There is dissatisfaction, anger, dissatisfaction, anxiety, worry, and so on.

The only thing that made Pan Hao feel gratified was that in the eyes of Zhuo Jiuyin and Hou Tu, although they were worried about Zhu Rong, they were not angry towards Pan Hao. It seemed that the ancestral witch was sensible and knew right from wrong.

Just these two people.

"This is the top-quality fire spirit root. The leaves of the hibiscus tree." Pan Hao took out a leaf from his arms. The fire-red lines on it were densely packed, as if outlining the avenue.

He has always been like this, hitting a big stick with a jujube, even if Zhu Rong made a mistake first, he still has to give the compensation that should be given. If he wants this truth, he must stand by him, and Pan Hao is not short of this thing anyway

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Before Houtu finished speaking, Zhu Rong's face turned red and he cursed, "This damn Panhao, actually! Actually!!"

Under Panhao's unquestioning eyes, Hou Tu still reached out and took it, although she didn't know why her brother was so good to her but so bad to several other brothers.

Panhao persuaded with sincerity.

As soon as Pan Hao finished speaking, he heard the sound of breathing coming from all around. He was obviously shocked by Pan Hao's generosity.

This sentence woke up Zhu Rong. Thinking of Pan Hao's power, Zhu Rong chatted and became quiet.

Pan Hao no longer paid attention to Zhu Rong. Instead, he looked at the ancestral shamans and said with a sigh: "Pangu Palace can suppress the residual thoughts of the Chaos Demon God easily. Today, the resentment has completely disappeared. You can take him away from the top of Zhoushan Mountain."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't care whether they were convinced in their hearts or not, but they were all in good spirits. Except for Zhu Rong, who was unconscious, they all bowed and saluted, thanking Brother Panhao.

Passing the book to Houtu, Panhao felt that there was nothing to be left alone.

"Fourth brother, what are you doing?"

As the second elder brother, Zhuo Jiuyin had both the generosity of an elder brother and the humility of a younger brother. He listened very carefully to what Pan Hao said and tried to figure out the truth behind it.

Laughing, they can finally leave the top of Zhoushan Mountain and experience the prehistoric times; Laughing, they recognize the fact that Brother Panhao is so powerful that they cannot afford to offend him.

But Hou Tu looked at Xuan Ming again and felt that this was not the case.

This book is Pan Hao's "notebook". Whenever he is inspired by the Tao, he will write it down in this book. As time goes by, the charm of the Tao in this book becomes more and more intense, almost overflowing.

Although the remaining ancestral witches were not as irritable as Gonggong, they did not listen to what Pan Hao said. They looked serious, but they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.

Touching the bare head of his head, Zhu Rong's heart was filled with anger, and streams of steam spewed out from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

As soon as this book appeared, the exclamations started one after another!

This is a book of Tao! A book that records Tao!

This book is not a paper book, but a jade book made of Qingling stone jade.

But he also knew that this was impossible. Although he didn't know whether Heaven had a plan, the conflict between the lich and the lich could not be easily resolved.

One is a hunter and the other is prey, how can they coexist?

What Pan Hao said, the thoughts in the hearts of the ancestor shamans were also very different.

In fact, it was Panhao who ordered Pangu Palace to obey the ancestral witch. After all, they are younger siblings, and no matter how bad they are, they have to take care of them.

Moreover, this sister is much better than other ancestral witches. She is sensible and polite. She does not have the arrogance or roughness of other ancestral witches at all, but is somewhat gentle and kind.

Of course, I don’t know when He Pan Hao happened, and it might be an immeasurable calamity.

Pan Hao ignored their reactions and continued, "What I just said to Zhu Rong is also for you. We, the blood descendants of Pangu, are born with great luck. If we cultivate steadily, we will definitely be able to attain enlightenment!"

Only Hou Tu took Pan Hao's words very seriously, his little head moved bit by bit, and his eyes were full of recognition.

Zhu Rong, who was originally unconscious, jumped up while lying on his back, startling Hou Tu.

"Thank you for your teaching, brother, we should keep it in mind!"

Laughing at Zhu Rong's ugly head, but also laughing at his ignorance and pity.

"Then I gave this leaf to Zhu Rong for him to use for healing."

If Pan Hao knew about it, he might be very familiar with it. After all, the phrase "he can replace it" is very famous.

Seeing that Zhu Rong was about to continue scolding, Di Jiang covered his mouth and said, "Do you still want to die?"

In fact, in addition to his sister's love, Pan Hao also owed Houtu a debt. He had to make up for the flaws left by his father.

Pan Hao felt very happy when he saw it. He stretched out his hand to touch Hou Tu's head, and took out a book under the envious eyes of other ancestral witches.

As soon as Pan Hao disappeared, the top of Zhoushan Mountain exploded instantly!

Di Jiang and others didn't care about the miserable Zhu Rong, they all looked at Pan Hao and laughed.

"Therefore, don't cause trouble, cause trouble, use your status to insult the weak, or provoke the strong."

As the eldest brother, Di Jiang was the most thoughtful. Seeing Panhao talking condescendingly to Kaikai, while the ancestral witches who were stronger than them could only listen obediently, he couldn't help but feel yearning in his heart.

"I have been to Zhoushan Mountain originally, and I have also seen Pangu Palace, and I know of your existence."

It is best not to even take the path of luck, but to cultivate your own quietly, like the three pure things.

Putting this piece of leaf filled with Taoist charm into Hou Tu's hand, and then looking at Zhu Rong's bare head, he felt a little ridiculous.

Di Jiang cupped Zhu Rong's bald head and let go of it with satisfaction.

Although the things in this book are not systematic, it is spiritual and unconstrained by the framework. For people with high understanding, this is a treasure book.

Does my brother like the goddess?

Gonggong is a typical representative of other ancestral witches. He barely shows his dissatisfaction on his face. Although he clearly knows that Pan Hao is something he cannot afford to offend, he was beaten twice for no reason. Who can accept it?

Not to mention the petty matter, which was given to him by Houtu sister, what happened to Guan Panhao?

If the reason is not straight, the anger will be strong!

It was only because he couldn't defeat Pan Hao that he had the patience to listen here, otherwise he would have left long ago.

Pan Hao didn't want to continue looking at these brainless people, so he nodded to Houtu and Zhuo Jiuyin, then disappeared in a flash.

"I hope that what I said today will be kept in mind. If one day your arrogance causes trouble, don't regret it."

Zhu Rong shook his head unaccustomedly and activated the law of fire in his body, trying to grow his hair back.

But who knows!

after a while

"My hair! Ah——!!!"

Zhu Rong discovered that his hair seemed to not exist at all, no matter how much he activated his magic power, it would not change at all!

"Damn Panhao, ahhh! My hair~"

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