bookcurios Chapter 158 As expected, Uncle 2 still loves them.
Chapter 158 As expected, Uncle 2 still loves them.
"What? Are you all mute? Do I, your second uncle, have to personally take your heads off and clean your throats?" Hong Yuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, a smile as warm and pleasant as a gentle spring breeze.
But the words that came out of his mouth were so insidious and ruthless.
Upon hearing this, the ancestral witches trembled involuntarily, lowered their heads, and shrank their necks tightly.
She didn't dare to look up, afraid that her eyes would meet those of her second uncle.
My heart was still pounding, and I kept muttering to myself.
"Don't call me, don't call me..."
If their second uncle asked them to fight, they would be delighted; fighting is what they love most!
This made it a bit difficult for them to answer the questions.
Aside from paying attention to their second uncle, when have they ever paid any attention to the living beings outside?
After all, they are the true descendants of Pangu, and with the protection of their second uncle, they have long since transcended the primordial world. Why should they care about those primordial creatures outside?
Seeing that no one answered him, Hong Yuan slowly turned his head to look at Hou Tu beside him and asked kindly, "Hou Tu, what do you say?"
Hearing her second uncle call her name, Houtu trembled involuntarily. She then looked up and saw her second uncle's kind and gentle face.
She burst into tears.
She cried and shook her head violently, her voice choked with sobs as she said, "Second Uncle... I... I don't know..."
Seeing Houtu's tearful appearance, Hongyuan smiled and slowly extended his hand.
It was gently placed on Houtu's head.
Just when Houtu thought she would be planted in the ground like Gonggong and the others, Hongyuan simply rubbed her head.
Didn't say much.
Houtu felt the gentle, large hand on her head and was stunned for a moment; even her tears stopped at that moment.
Wait... I wasn't penetrated by my second uncle...
When Dijiang and the others saw this, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, Uncle still loved them.
The next second, Hong Yuan's gaze fell on Di Jiang.
As the eldest brother of the Ancestral Witches, it's now his turn to give his younger siblings a chance to shine.
So Hong Yuan turned to Di Jiang and asked, "Di Jiang, as their eldest brother, what's your turn to speak?"
Upon hearing this, Dijiang's face turned deathly pale, but he couldn't disobey his second uncle.
So he struggled to raise his head, suppressing the endless bitterness and grievances in his heart.
He forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
His lips trembled slightly, his voice barely audible: "Second Uncle, I think there might still be room for maneuver. Why don't we calm down and observe this carefully? Back then, we certainly didn't look at it closely enough..."
As Dijiang spoke, he cautiously glanced at his second uncle's expression, afraid that he might say something wrong and bring disaster upon himself.
Hong Yuan did not disappoint Di Jiang's expectations. Right after he finished speaking, Di Jiang suddenly felt his head sink.
"boom!"
With a deafening roar, Dijiang, like Gonggong and Zhurong before him, was planted straight into the ground.
Seeing their elder brother's miserable state, the other Ancestral Witches, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt their hearts clench again.
They stared blankly at Houtu beside Hong Yuan, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Why is Houtu unharmed?!
Houtu was also a little confused, but seeing the incredulous looks on the faces of the other ancestral witches, she couldn't help but feel happy.
He subconsciously rubbed against Hong Yuan's large hand, which was still resting on his forehead.
Second Uncle... is the best...
Upon seeing this, Xuanming subconsciously glanced at Houtu's appearance, then looked at himself, and seemed to realize something.
So, she mustered her courage and ran to Hong Yuan's side, calling out softly and sweetly, "Second Uncle."
Hong Yuan looked at Xuan Ming, one of his few nieces in the prehistoric world, and gently patted her head.
With a kind and gentle expression, she softly said, "Good boy/girl~"
The other ancestral witches understood immediately upon seeing this.
So it turns out my second uncle likes women's looks.
You should have said it earlier...
Having reached this point, the remaining ancestral witches all changed into the appearance of women, each recalling the actions of Houtu and Xuanming, and began to imitate them.
It's even worse.
Suddenly, the ancestral witches, who had just been burly men, transformed into young girls. Each girl covered her face, looking at Hong Yuan with shy and bashful expressions, and softly called out with captivating charm:
"Second uncle~"
Suddenly, these ancestral witches felt an indescribable chill descend upon them.
When I saw my second uncle, I realized that his whole face had turned black!
His lips twitched incessantly.
That chilling feeling emanated from his second uncle.
Anyone who witnessed this scene could feel the intense killing intent emanating from Hong Yuan.
Upon seeing this scene, apart from Xuanming and Houtu, the other Ancestral Witches felt a jolt in their hearts.
There was only one thought in my mind.
broken! !
My life is over!
But before they could think for long, they felt a sudden pain in their foreheads, followed by a series of loud booming sounds in their ears.
The sound was deafening, as if someone's brain had been split open.
Before they could even figure out how many voices were coming, everything suddenly went black before the eyes of the ancestral witches, and they completely lost consciousness.
Xuanming and Houtu looked at their brothers, who were standing upside down in the ground.
For some reason, they weren't afraid at all.
Instead, after exchanging a glance, their eyes crinkled into crescent moons, like reflections in a clear spring, and dimples appeared on their cheeks as they covered their mouths and laughed.
Hong Yuan's gaze fell upon the ancestral witches planted in the ground before him, and he shook his head helplessly.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that the ancestral witch in front of him seemed a little different.
Perhaps it's because of their second uncle, but the Ancestral Witches nowadays don't have the slightest concern about the situation outside the Primordial World, and they're even too lazy to think about it.
This applies not only to Dijiang, the head of the Ancestral Witches, but also to Zhujiuyin, the strategist among the Ancestral Witches.
They're all so incredibly simple-minded.