However, Hongjun still felt a little unhappy.

Even though he could see that the twelve ancestral witches felt regretful, so what?

snort!

Who told you that when you beat me Hongjun one by one, you didn't even give me face?

I thought I was easy to bully in the future.

Now you know the pot lid is hard.

"Ahem, fellow Taoist Hongjun."

After thinking for a moment, Di Jiang began to play the emotional card, "You also know that we have old friendships. Even if you don't care about this relationship, you also care about Senior Jiang's face, right?"

"emotion?"

Hongjun shook his head, "Emotions don't exist. The boat of friendship has capsized long ago. As for the sake of Master.

I must give Master some face. He was on good terms with your witch clan, but that was all in the past.

Let me tell you the truth.

You Wu Clan have your own way. You can go back and ask your God Father. According to the instructions of my master, you just need to carry out everything as usual.

It's about the future.

No one can say for sure, but...

You may not have a chance of survival..."

Twelve Ancestral Witches: "..."

They always felt that there was something in Hongjun's words, and this sentence made them all confused.

Can't you just explain it more clearly?

You have to be blinded.

I still have to say it in an ambiguous way.

Their ancestral witches are the masters of physical body cultivation, and they indeed have their own unique understanding of the physical body.

However, they are not good at this kind of brain teasers.

What future, what glimmer of hope?

Their heads were pounding when they heard it.

Even the red-earth ancestral witch who likes to think is confused at the moment and has no idea what Hongjun means.

"alright."

Hongjun waved his hand and continued: "What should be said, what should be warned, what should be concerned about, Pindao has already done.

Please leave."

Everyone: "..."

Any advice?

Are you concerned?

It seems there are none of these.

What exactly do you want to do?

For a while.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches became even more depressed.

Their faces couldn't help but twitch, and it was hard to look at them, as if they had great resentment towards Hongjun.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, don't be like this."

Di Jiang said: "We have met each other after all, can't you explain it more clearly?"

They really understood the road thing.

But everything else is a blur.

Could it be...

"It cannot be said, and it cannot be said."

Hongjun smiled and said: "You will know in the future, but don't worry, your lives are in the master's hands. If he doesn't let you die, you won't die."

Pooh!

What is immortal?

These words made their faces look ugly.

"This is all I have to say."

Now he doesn't want to deal with these ancestral witches anymore.

Not interesting.

Don't let yourself get beaten up.

Even if it’s just to have fun, that’s fine.

snort!

As expected, they are a bunch of ne’er-do-wells who only know how to take but don’t know how to pay.

Only the muscles are strong, but the brain is not bright at all.

Come to Zixiao Palace, everyone should at least get to know each other.

But when you twelve ancestral witches came over, you didn’t bring any gifts. This isn’t how you visit each other.

It's really too much.

unacceptable.

A bunch of bastards.

If you don't have a bright mind, you won't get any benefits.

But if you bring some gifts, I, Hongjun, can still drive you away.

Can you still remember the shit that happened back then?

well!

I don't know how to be a human being.

Hongjun looked depressed.

Back then, why did I get to know such a group of guys with simple minds and relatively developed limbs?

It's really annoying.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, I wonder if Senior Jiang is willing to see us?"

Di Jiang hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but ask: "We said goodbye back then, and we haven't seen Senior Jiang for so many years.

I miss him very much, and I wonder if Fellow Daoist Hongjun could pass the news on his behalf and let us meet Senior Jiang?"

Hongjun: "..."

Want to meet your master?

Hongjun couldn't help but frown, "Di Jiang, I'm afraid you really want to eat shit."

"Fellow Taoist, how do you say this?"

Di Jiang's face darkened and he thought to himself, "Can't you Hongjun say something else?"

Really.

You know what you are saying. If I hadn't thought that your current cultivation level, Hongjun, was relatively strong and your physical body was more terrifying, we, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, would have pressed you to the ground and rubbed you.

Where can I find you calling me here?

"Since you can't see his old man, it means he doesn't want to see you."

Hongjun curled his lips and said, "So, aren't you thinking about what shit eats?"

It's not yet time, how can Master, the old man, see you?

"Fellow Taoist, is this true?"

Di Jiang was silent for a moment and asked: "Did we do something wrong that offended his old man?"

"How could I know this?"

Hongjun shook his head, "Master, only he himself knows the matters concerning his old man.

Besides, how can we guess the thoughts of a being like Master?

Just practice with peace of mind."
To be continued...