Chapter 152 Still Feeling Fear
Nuwa was still shaken by Hongjun's blow and dared not tell her master in Zixiao Palace that there were many reasons for her actions, and that she was not the one who should have been given the Fallen Saint Pill.
Chang Hao, with such a formidable killer standing behind you, why are you always so humble and polite? Is it really necessary?
Nuwa was still breathless even after leaving Zixiao Palace. She went to Lishan dejectedly, unable to put on the pomp and circumstance of a sage. Her appearance was bleak, and even her once black hair looked less radiant than before.
Chang Hao was stunned for a moment when he saw Nuwa like this. Nuwa was a saint, what could have happened to make her like this?
"Your Majesty is not like usual today. She is usually so dignified and elegant, and lively and mischievous. Why is she so listless today?" Chang Hao had a clue. In the entire prehistoric world, there are fewer than a handful of women who can make Nuwa restrain herself.
Besides Yuanshi and Hongjun, which one is it?
Nuwa felt a bitter taste in her mouth, and even her smile was tinged with bitterness. "Chang Hao, please don't mock me. Give me back the red embroidered ball, and I will never investigate your true identity again." She would stay as far away as possible from you.
"It's alright, you can investigate as you like, I'm fine." Chang Hao pretended to be magnanimous, as long as Nuwa could figure it out herself.
Inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, taking advantage of the brief moment when Hongjun held the bell, he had already pulled out Lu Ya's red thread, so Nuwa could no longer use the red embroidered ball to check on him.
Even if Nuwa had a hundred times the courage, she wouldn't dare to do it again. This time it was the Saint-Slaying Pill, but next time it won't directly kill a saint, will it?
"I know I went too far this time, please forgive me one more time, just the last time."
Those who are favored are often fearless. Chang Hao always indulged Nuwa, leading Nuwa to mistakenly believe that Chang Hao's indulgence was limitless, and thus she became more and more unrestrained each time.
"Why should I?" Chang Hao retorted. "Even a clay figure has some spirit. I'm not a dead person without a temper, so you can mold me into a ball or flatten me. My tolerance for you has a bottom line. You will never allow me to pry into my private affairs."
“I was presumptuous last time. I was just curious and didn’t mean any harm,” Nuwa quickly revealed her thoughts. “Please, the red embroidered ball is my source of happiness. Without it, I simply can’t live.”
It would have been better if he hadn't said that, because as soon as he did, Chang Hao's expression changed slightly, turning from red to green. "If I got it, it's mine."
Nuwa can forget about using the red embroidered ball to make fun of him anymore. No one knows how long Nuwa secretly watched him or Yuanshi.
"How about this, I'll trade you something else." Nuwa was anxious, but she didn't dare to snatch it back.
Chang Hao raised an eyebrow slightly. Even after he said that, Nuwa still didn't dare to make a move.
It's likely that Yuanshi couldn't make Nuwa so wary, allowing her confidence to swell to an infinite degree, and for Nuwa, who was once fearless, to settle down. Apart from Hongjun, there was no one else who could do that.
Chang Hao took out the Eastern Emperor Bell, took out the red embroidered ball inside, and casually placed it on the table. "The red embroidered ball is right here. Your Majesty, please make yourself at home. Chang Hao is no match for a sage. Why does Your Majesty need to beg so softly?"
Nuwa stared longingly at the red embroidered ball. Since Chang Hao was not willing to return it, Nuwa dared not reach out, even though the red embroidered ball was hers.
Chang Hao was now genuinely curious about what Hongjun had done; Nuwa was as docile as a quail.
"What will it take for you to willingly return the red embroidered ball to me?" Nuwa asked anxiously. "Chang Hao, be straightforward and just tell me."
"Then I'll be frank, I want your Dao of Creation." Chang Hao directly asked Nuwa for the Dao of Creation, as Nuwa is currently the most proficient in the Dao of Creation in the prehistoric world.
"Of course, of course." Nuwa's worry turned to joy. She did not establish a religion or become a saint, and the way of creation was not created by her alone. Although Houtu did not cultivate the primordial spirit, her way also belonged to the way of creation.
“I think you haven’t understood what I mean,” Chang Hao said. He wasn’t looking for general moral principles. “I want you to write down your own path to creation with your heart. I will show it to the Dao Ancestor.”
"Show it to the Dao Ancestor?" Nuwa shuddered. "I will write it carefully."
Panic surged through my heart once again. What if my master wasn't satisfied? Would he activate the Fallen Saint Pill directly?
Chang Hao looked at Nuwa with an ambiguous expression, and good heavens, he was shivering.
Having personally prepared a blank jade slip for Nuwa, Chang Hao watched as Nuwa intently inscribed her Dao of Creation, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "How did the Dao Ancestor punish you?"
Through Nuwa, he could also be mentally prepared.
"You know?" Nuwa looked up in surprise, "No way."
Chang Hao: "If I knew, I wouldn't have asked you."
"It's too painful to recall. Don't ask anymore. Knowing too much won't do you any good." Nuwa glared at this lucky fellow. Compared to Chang Hao, this disciple of hers was like someone she picked up off the street.
The Fallen Saint Pill! Her master fed her the Fallen Saint Pill without hesitation for Chang Hao's sake. And before Chang Hao had even done anything to her, she couldn't sit here anymore.
but……
Nuwa secretly gloated. That guy Yuanshi would definitely not escape the Fallen Saint Pill in the future. She would wait and see.
The more unknown something is, the more terrifying it becomes. Chang Haohan thought to himself, "A bitter tree is unlikely to bear sweet fruit. When Hongjun finds out, he will definitely not let him off easily."
Nuwa held the red embroidered ball she had lost and then regained, filled with endless emotion. She had suffered greatly for the red embroidered ball.
"Mountain Lord, someone from the demon race has arrived." Si Rong announced from outside the palace gate, knowing that the Sage Nuwa and the Mountain Lord were having a secret meeting inside, and dared not enter.
"Let Yaochi..." Chang Hao was about to casually suggest that Yaochi handle it, but then he remembered that Yaochi had gone to Kunlun for fun, so he changed his mind and said, "You guys handle it."
Nuwa was slightly startled. She had to tell her brother that they should decide to avoid Chang Hao in the future.
“But it’s Chang Xi from the demon race who came.” Si Rong was in a dilemma. The person insisted on seeing the mountain lord, and his identity was special, so it was difficult for them to handle.
“Chang Xi…” Chang Hao’s headache worsened. He glanced at Nuwa, who was holding the red embroidered ball with great interest, “Chang Xi’s red thread…”
"What?" Nuwa didn't know what Chang Hao was planning to do.
"Is there anything unusual about her red thread?" Chang Hao asked cryptically.
“No, she’s transparent.” Nuwa finished speaking, then suddenly realized something, “Transparent? Changxi isn’t she deeply in love with you…”
Nuwa, uncertain, searched the red embroidered ball again. "Changxi, what is this...?"
“She has some misunderstandings about herself. They are all acquaintances. Her Majesty wouldn’t want Changxi to continue to be confused, would she?” Chang Hao already knew what was going on with Changxi.
Changxi misunderstood her because of her natural affinity and concern. He said, "We haven't had much contact, so how could there be such a deep affection?"
"It wouldn't be good for her to continue misunderstanding. Chang Hao can't show himself, so could Your Majesty take Chang Xi back to the Demon Court? And also take back the things brought from the Demon Court."
Having witnessed Nuwa's fate, Chang Hao became more cautious; he didn't want to die yet.
“Alright,” Nuwa said, not minding helping Changxi escape her suffering, “What’s all this about?”
Chang Xi is too naive and ignorant of the ways of the world; how could he get this confused?
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