What did I want to ask?

Wei Yuan wanted to ask what Mother Nuwa encountered when she first disappeared, to ask about what happened in the past. However, a great deal of knowledge about the Great Wilderness had already been stuffed into Wei Yuan's head by Mother Nuwa, like a mother who is sending her child off to school, afraid that the child would be hungry or cold, and insisted on filling the entire suitcase until it was about to explode before she was satisfied.

It was also this knowledge that quickly gave Wei Yuan the common sense that a Dao Fruit level expert should have.

Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment, standing shoulder to shoulder with Nuwa, watching the sunset in the distance. The entire Longhu Mountain was shrouded in a soft light that seemed to be burning amber, just like in the stories. Wei Yuan thought for a while, and still said, "I'm just curious, Nuwa, you seem to be…to Fuxi..."

Wei Yuan's voice paused slightly.

"Seem what?"

"Seem a little harsh?"

These siblings have been together for tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even longer years. When you, Wei Yuan, were not even born into this world, perhaps they were already getting along like this. What kind of atmosphere they have, is it up to you, this junior, to interrupt and comment on?

What's more, why should he say good things about Fuxi? His relationship with him wasn't that great anyway.

Although Wei Yuan thought so, he knew in his heart that when everything was peaceful, he and Fuxi wished they could kill each other. If Fuxi fell into a pit and Wei Yuan had a stick in his hand, Wei Yuan would definitely choose to beat to death anyone who tried to save Fuxi.

But when encountering real catastrophes and dangers, as cause and effect and heavenly secrets, the trust between them is very high. If anyone kills one of them, the other will definitely fight to the death.

Then, after killing the enemy, they would pick up the head and drink in front of the tombstone of the deceased, mocking them while drinking, saying, "You actually died at the hands of such a useless guy, what a disgrace. This time, I'll avenge you," and so on. Anyway, it was the kind of taunt that would make them start fighting on the spot if the other person was still alive, and might even make them rise from their coffin if they were dead.

On the other hand, Fuxi was relieved to let Wei Yuan protect Nuwa, and after Wei Yuan died in battle, Wei Yuanjun was also raised by Fuxi.

Although all of this made them gnash their teeth in anger and want to fight on the spot, the fact was the fact. In times of safety, Fuxi was the most dangerous.

In times of danger, Fuxi was also possibly one of the safest places.

'The feeling of "I don't seem to be qualified to ask this" and "I'm really curious about the answer" swirled in Wei Yuan's heart, making him not know how to speak for a moment. Mother Nuwa turned her head, her plain glasses reflecting Wei Yuan's face, and Wei Yuan saw that her black eyes seemed to contain the entire sunset, bright and beautiful as if to trap everything in them. She smiled and said, "Why am I so harsh and unforgiving towards my brother, Fuxi?

A child can never hide anything from their mother.

Wei Yuan had no choice but to nod, adding, "You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Then he wanted to slap himself to death. How did this sentence sound like a child being petulant with their mother, saying, "Say it or don't, whatever you want." The smile on Nuwa's face faded, and her fair fingers gently tapped on the railing, the sound very crisp. She said, "If I said that it's precisely because I care about him that I have to treat him this way, can you understand, A-Yuan?"

Huh??? Wei Yuan was shocked.

That bastard Fuxi is not only the ultimate sis-con, but also a top...

"If I were still the same as before, using that kind of attitude to face my brother, he would be even more painful."

"He would think that it means I forgive him."

"He thinks I should hate him, should stay away from him, he thinks he should receive the greatest punishment."

It was like wanting to bind himself up and down with chains, the inside of the chains also having barbs, so that the person being punished would taste the pain of muscle and bone being torn and pierced as soon as they moved. These chains were added to Fuxi by himself, and had existed since the incident that year. He would rather Nuwa hate him, be harsh on him, or even coldly despise him.

This would make her feel a little better in her heart.

"So, this way at least can prevent my brother from overthinking and going crazy again. Besides, bullying my brother a little is also a good form of entertainment and teasing."

Nuwa had a smile on her lips, looking at the scarlet flowing light over there. "As for whether I hate him or not, if you had a brother who would give up his life for you, no matter how unreliable he was, it would be hard for you to hate him, right?"

"The events of that year, no matter what, cannot be blamed on him."

The girl took off her plain glasses, her eyes as bright as the stars in the sky, and then stood next to the railing, turned around and looked at Wei Yuan, a slight smile on her lips. "A-Yuan, your paintings are very beautiful, so can you paint one for me too?" She repeated what she had said in the Longhu Mountain guest room.

"My brother was only born less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick earlier than me, but he has always been protecting me. Our birthdays are on the same day."

"I have to prepare a gift for him too."

Wei Yuan smiled helplessly and said, "Of course, no problem."

Nuwa smiled and said, "As for the painting fee."

"My brother has already paid it."

Wei Yuan tapped the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi with his finger, and a canvas and paints were created here. It had to be said that the characteristics Fuxi had prepared were still very powerful. At least, even if Wei Yuan was so poor that he couldn't make ends meet, he wouldn't be unable to survive. The black-haired Daoist sat there, held the paintbrush, dipped it in the paint, and then looked at the girl who was standing beside the sea of clouds and the setting sun, beautifully like everything at the beginning.

He even wondered whether he should search the Internet for something like "Quick Guide to Poses and Shapes," and then use the divine sense of the dignified Yuanshi Tianzun to quickly become someone who could go out and teach people how to paint, but when he saw Mother Nuwa, he felt that he was thinking too much.

Poses and shapes might just be for highlighting the model's advantages, but Nuwa didn't need them.

Just standing there represented the initial beauty and warmth.

This was his model, and also an honor, the honor of painting a portrait of the Mother of the Human Race, perhaps only given to those who treat their children with the most love.

It was really a bargain for that bastard snake.

Wei Yuan sighed and then put his brush to the canvas.

Fuxi finally came back to his senses. He opened the household register with a smile, intending to take a cool and handsome photo later and stick it there, and finally flaunt it in front of Wei Yuan seventeen or eighteen times. Even if that guy scolded him as a bastard snake, he would be surprised and ask him, "Hey? How do you know I'm the head of the household? Oh, right, you're also in the household register, little Yuan-yuan."

This combo of moves would probably stimulate that Yuanshi Tianzun to go berserk on the spot.

He opened it with satisfaction, and then stopped. The countless poisonous plans that were running through his mind instantly became clear and pure. The gloomy temperament was like a quilt that had been dried in the sun, instantly becoming warm and dry, with a faint scent of soap. Wei Yuanjun saw that the originally upturned corners of his eyes, like a cobra, had become slightly gentle.

Because there was already someone in the head of household section.

It was himself from the beginning.

Sure enough, Grandma is still very good to this old uncle.

Although she usually likes to mess with him, she never really lets him down when it comes to big things, and is even reluctant to let him be disappointed. Rather than siblings, I'm more inclined to think that this is actually a sibling duo.

A wise and elegant older sister, and a naughty little brat who would do all kinds of bad things to attract his sister's attention.

Wei Yuanjun walked out of the room, looking back at Fuxi, who was ecstatic over there.

She didn't want to be in the same room with this crazy guy. Ever since this old uncle backstabbed her in this era, she had always wanted to get back at him. Now she felt that even being in the same room as this old uncle and breathing the air was like breathing in a very high concentration of snake scum aura.

Staying there for too long would make you sick.

Wu Zhiqi frowned and stood beside her, saying, "However, I don't think there's anything wrong. You asked me to come out too. What's the matter?" Wei Yuanjun had been backstabbed by the snake scum, so she took the initiative to come out, but he hadn't. He was too lazy to come out and get some air. It was just that Wei Yuanjun had just sent a voice transmission asking him to come out, and as a rebellious duo of the Wei family, they couldn't just ignore their partner's call after just forming an alliance.

Even Wei Yuan couldn't do such a thing.

Wu Zhiqi sneered in his heart, so what, what's the matter, say it quickly.

Otherwise, the carbonation in the happy water would run out.

The origin of this should be similar to Guan Yu warming wine to slay Hua Xiong, but when Guan Yu casually said "I'll be right back, the wine won't get cold," his bī gé (aura, style, level) was much higher than "the carbonation in the happy water is about to run out." In short, Wu Zhiqi's words were very lifelike, very Zhenyao Museum.

Zero bī gé.

"I need you to help me stop someone."

Wei Yuanjun's pink and jade-like face tensed up, very serious.

"Stop who?"

Wei Yuanjun took a deep breath and then said, "The heavenly maiden of Kunlun, the second generation of the Western Emperor."

"My mother."

Wu Zhiqi's narrowed eyes opened a crack. "Who? Isn't that you…wait a minute." Wu Zhiqi suddenly understood.

Wei Yuanjun was just the daughter of that brat Wei Yuan, but she wasn't necessarily the heavenly maiden of Kunlun.

Huh? Could there be something fishy going on here?? Hiss... Wei Yuan, that thick-browed and big-eyed guy, is actually a scumbag? Is this a natural and justifiable excuse to praise Wei Yuan? Join forces with that First Emperor and that peerless killing machine? Wu Zhiqi was lost in thought.

Wei Yuanjun seemed to have noticed Wu Zhiqi's thoughts and said, "She and Wei Guanzhu (curator), if my prediction is correct, their first meeting after a long separation will…"

Wu Zhiqi impatiently took out happy water and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, "Will what?"

Wei Yuanjun said expressionlessly, "Will result in me."

Then Wu Zhiqi was almost murdered by the happy water.

A series of miserable coughing sounds. Wu Zhiqi covered his mouth, his eyes widened as he stared…

…at Wei Yuanjun in front of him. "Huh???"