Fuxi's eyes narrowed slightly, and a light was falling from it, as if he had seen the eternal silence.

In the world, every grass and tree are filled with a kind of vitality, and all kinds of great auras are like waves surging, falling from the sky.

Every inch of the void is stretching out to the fullest extent, extending from billions of miles, and countless plane worlds are hidden in folds.

Fuxi slapped out with his palm, and the air waves like mushrooms swayed, and the void withered into crystal fragments and fell down.

Nuwa looked out from the fairy palace and looked out. The brother's power seemed to be no better than himself.

Nuwa held her chin and rolled her eyes at Fuxi. Why are the methods so rough now? With this level, I still want to deceive the well-behaved and cute Xiaowa?

Has the brother's rank decreased? Or is it not long before three to five hundred years have passed, and he can try to pick up his position? From then on, let the brother make a cow and horse for himself? He eats delicious food and drinks, and then let the brother beside him and watches him to death.

Thinking of this, Nuwa smiled foolishly.

"Oh, it's so messy."

Nuwa wrinkled her nose, woke up, smelled a burnt smell, and quickly stretched out her jade hand and picked up the Qiankun Cauldron.

"It's really messy."

Nuwa hesitated for a while and squirted her lips, feeling that the soup was probably not good.

"Brother, do you still drink the paste soup?"

Nuwa shouted, bringing Fuxi back to his senses.

Oh, Fuxi has some shadows in this broth. The time has been reset tens of thousands of times. Fuxi drank it a thousand eight hundred times. If he drinks it every few days, it would be fine, but this is equivalent to continuous drinking. Fuxi thrust his face, and then chuckled and said, "Whoever burns it will drink it."

"Then I cooked Tang, Brother Tang, you have the ability to drink it."

The quarrel with his brother again, and Nuwa was fucked with blood. The only shame was that she never won the quarrel.

The days are so boring. For Nuwa, food is a great fun, and there is also a great fun. It is best if the angry brother jumps his feet. If he doesn't help, he will chat with his brother. This day can barely be accepted.

"I can't drink it if I don't have the ability. If I have the ability, I don't need Xiaowa's consent."

Look, is this what people say? Nuwa's mentality is a bit broken.

When Fuxi turned his palm, he saw a crystal light slowly appearing.

"What is that?"

Before Nuwa could continue to quarrel with Fuxi, she widened her eyes, stared at the ball of light, and stared at it.

In Fuxi's palm, the light ball was the size of a fist, and it was filled with light, as if the highest avenue condensed into substance, forming a flawless Taoist fruit, with brilliant green light falling like a waterfall.

"I really want to take a bite."

Nuwa threw the Qiankun Cauldron to the ground, looking at the light ball, and she was about to flow out.

Fuxi snorted coldly and put away the ball of light.

I thought I would not get any benefits by contributing the golden elixir, but I didn't expect that this sudden light ball made a thrill in Fuxi's heart.

This should be a crucial thing, a gift from this world, and may solve the current dilemma.

"Okay, Xiaowa, I'll study it first and see what the use of this thing is."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ball of light exploded, like flowing water, impacting the body of the Dharma image and Taoism.

Fuxi was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Nuwa's mouth fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Oh my God, my brother has eaten alone again, and he also ate Xiaowa's portion."

Nuwa's voice was filled with sadness and crying, obviously feeling sad.

Fuxi shook his head and said, "This is an accident. Who can think that this light ball is so fragile and directly broken, and merges with my Dharma body."

In fact, there is also the reason why Fuxi lost his golden elixir, which is equivalent to the loss of his cultivation.

With the body of Dharma and Taoism, Fuxi's strength is indeed not weak, but losing his cultivation is far inferior to before.

If you think about it for a moment, it would not be a surprise.

Nuwa twitched, with tears on her face. Fuxi sighed, rubbed Nuwa's little face, and chuckled, "Why are you so greedy? Then I'll accompany you to find some ingredients and something delicious."

Nuwa was still angry and a little unhappy. Fuxi snorted and said, "It seems that Xiaowa is not happy, so forget it."

Fuxi had already figured out Xiaowa's temper. The more he gave him a look, the harder he could coax him. If he didn't give him a good look, he would soon be able to recover his vitality.

"Who said I wasn't happy?"

When Nuwa saw that her brother was about to leave, she was so angry that her body trembled. Why was her brother so outrageous? Is this still a brother and sister?

My sister is so well-behaved and cute. When I come to my brother, I hate ghosts. Most of the time God has given all my luck to my sister. When it’s my brother’s turn, I barely get some scraps to make do.

Thinking of this, a small bubble blew out of Nuwa's nostrils when she smiled. Before her tears could dry, Nuwa was shocked.

Nuwa hurriedly glanced at Fuxi and saw Fuxi looking over.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that my brother stared at his nose and there was a smile on his lips.

Nuwa was so angry that she shouldn’t have turned around and pretended not to see her? Why can’t her brother be more caring?

In Nuwa's body, a roll of divine light, and small bubbles and tears, all of which suddenly disappeared without traces.

Nuwa's face turned red, her eyes widened, and she coughed at Fuxi, saying, "Brother, I didn't see anything just now."

This is to deceive yourself, but Fuxi didn't say it directly. Xiaowa has grown up and knows that she wants face. At this time, she really dares not give Xiaowa a step, and she is afraid that there will be a bloody battle later.

It was when Fuxi was in a low position, but he might not be his opponent when he really fought. Fuxi didn't want to be touched by Xiaowa's blind cat and hit his weak point.

If Xiaowa presses and beats him, he will probably become a dark history later.

"Okay, okay, just pretend you didn't see it."

When Fuxi said this, Nuwa raised her eyebrows, and her brother even pretended to be so perfunctory.

"That broth is really muddy."

In order to prevent Xiaowa from shaking the jar, she directly spread her teeth and claws to settle the score with herself.

Fuxi changed the topic and looked at the Qiankun Cauldron.

"I can't drink this time."

Nuwa roared and jumped up. She ran to the Qiankun Cauldron and saw that there was indeed a part of the burnt substance inside. It rolled out and looked very disgusting.

"That brother has agreed to go with me to find some ingredients and make delicious food."

As Nuwa waved her hand, the divine light fell on the Qiankun Cauldron.

"It's cheaper to this Qiankun Cauldron. I have eaten so many good things for so many years."

As the words came, the Qiankun Cauldron emitted a roar. As the light turned, all the essence of the broth was swallowed up by the Qiankun Cauldron, and then only a pair of ashes floated away.

"This is not a waste."

Nuwa stretched out her little hand and shook it in front of Fuxi, hoping that Fuxi could hold it up.

Fuxi glanced at Nuwa, ignored Nuwa, and walked out.

Nuwa jumped over in a few seconds, chased Fuxi, grabbed Fuxi's arm, and then smiled proudly, "What's the saying? By the way, I'll call my elder sister a mother. If one day I turn over and become my sister, the picture will be very beautiful now."

Innate sacred, theoretically speaking, the long river of time cannot become a limitation. It is no problem to reverse cause and effect and to reverse time.

The greater the sacred, the older it is. As long as you have strong strength, it is not difficult to refresh your roots and change the timing of birth.
Chapter completed!