Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

82 God of War

It was another full year, and the great witch doctor fell drunk on the stone table.

He was already unconscious, and vaguely remembered that year, as it is today, he was so drunk that he ran into the outside world alone.

At that time, he was still a young man who didn’t know the height of the sky, he was already a hundred years old when he looked back.

“Are you drunk?” Xiaoyao Daoist asked tentatively.

The great witch doctor couldn’t stand still. He smiled and said, “I’m not drunk, you are drunk.”

In fact, before drinking, Xiaoyao Daoist has already used his magical powers, and all this jar of wine has been changed.

In the old days, when Xiaoyao Daoist was alone in the Sea of ​​the North Sea, he had nothing to do, brewed good wine alone, drank several glasses, and was intoxicated for thousands of years.

Therefore, he was convinced that the current great witch doctor was indeed drunk and unconscious.

“Do you remember your name?” Xiaoyao Daoist asked again.

The great witch doctor fell into thinking, this was not a disguise, nor was it because he was drunk.

It really needs to think about the name that has been used by myself for a long time.

“What’s my name? Yes, what’s my name?” The great witch doctor held a jar of wine, looked at the moon in the sky drunkly, and then asked, “Do you know my name?”

Then he walked up to Xiaoyao Daoist and asked, “Who am I, where do I come from, and where do I go?”

Xiaoyao Daoist helped him sit down and said, “You are thinking about it, what is your name, and what is your relationship with the Wu Clan?”

“I was born a member of the Witch tribe, and died a member of the Witch tribe. My name is… My name is Lanshan.”

In the end, it seemed very difficult, but the great witch doctor still remembered his own name.

“Lanshan?” Xiaoyao Daoist muttered to himself.

He has never heard anyone in the Wu clan mention this name.

“Where did your old illness come from?” Xiaoyao Daoist continued to ask.

Lan Shan lay on the stone table, wondering if he was drunk and was talking in sleep, or he was really remembering something.

“Back then, I strayed into the poisonous ze, was bitten by the poisonous demon and poisonous insect, and almost died, so I left the curse, and until now, I can never recover.” Lan Shan said softly.

“What happened later? How did you survive?” Xiaoyao Daoist woke him up, preventing him from falling asleep.

“Later I met Xiaolan. She is a descendant of a human sage with pure blood. She fed me her own blood and saved me… I miss her so much…”

“What happened, what happened? Where is Xiaolan now?” Xiaoyao Daoist continued to ask.

“Her name is very similar to mine. We fell in love, and… then she died.”

When Lan Shan talked about this, he couldn’t help crying, he was so sad that he couldn’t help himself, crying bitterly.

“Lanshan, Xiaolan… are you heirs of human sages?”

Xiaoyao Daoist recalled that the order of the human race was the shortest among the many creatures in the prehistoric life, usually only a short period of several decades.

But when the Mother Nuwa of the Human Race created the Human Race, the ten people who were first fabricated by hand were the ten most powerful human races. They were respected as sages by the people of the Human Race. Far from being comparable to ordinary mortals.

Since this Xiaolan is the heir of a sage, and logically speaking, he has inherited a fine lineage, so he won’t die so easily.

“Who is Xiao Xuan’er? Why don’t you hesitate to lose your own life just for her?”

When Lan Shan heard the name Xiao Xuan’er, he smiled comfortedly and asked, “Is Xiao Xuan’er cute?”

“Cute.” Xiaoyao Daoist was really a little big headed by Lan Shan. He obviously got him drunk and came to torture him, but he asked himself.

“Do you like it?” Lan Shan asked again.

Xiaoyao Daoist is already full of black lines, and said: “Who doesn’t like such a cute girl, but you haven’t answered my question yet?”

“She is the daughter of Xiaolan and I, her name is Lan Xuan.”

Lan Shan is really shocking and dying.

Xiaoyao Daoist didn’t believe it at first after hearing this.

“It is said that Xiao Xuan’er was born when a mad witch among the Witch tribe had defiled a woman of the human race. Could it be that this witch is you, Lanshan?” Xiaoyao Daoist asked while clutching Lanshan’s clothes.

“Haha, yes, but what do they know? Xiaolan and I love each other sincerely, but unfortunately everyone does not understand. Even the heavens have to take revenge on us. We can’t let Xiaoxuan’er grow up happily, healthy and healthy. “Lan Shan said with a sneer, seeming to be mocking others, but also as if to mock himself.

“Fortunately, you helped me. Now Xiao Xuan’er doesn’t have to suffer from disease anymore.”

Xiaoyao Daoist couldn’t help but sighed, as he said to speak truthfully after drinking.

At this moment, Xiaoyao Daoist has no reason not to believe what Lan Shan said.

“For so many years, you have been so infamy, don’t you feel wronged for yourself?” Xiaoyao Daoist asked very puzzled.

Lan Shan said in a daze, “Is this still important? Xiao Lan is no longer there. Master Houtu treats Xiao Xuan’er as her own, so I can rest assured that it’s time for me to accompany Xiao Lan. She waits. I’ve been too long…”

Tonight, a lost soul found his home. Looking at the intoxicated Lanshan, Xiaoyao Daoist did not continue to say anything.

After he returned Lanshan to his own residence, he went to find Houtu the next day.

He asked Houtu, has there ever been a great witch called Lanshan in the tribe?

Hou Tu gave Xiaoyao Daoist affirmative answer and said a lot about Lanshan.

In the past years, Lanshan was the lightest and most brave witch in the tribe. He was as famous as Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi, and Kuafu, and he was a famous mainstay among the witch tribe.

But then he died after a serious illness.

This is Hou Tu’s answer to Xiaoyao Daoist.

But Xiaoyao Daoist knows that Lanshan is not dead, he hasn’t been alive all the time, he has lived in the world with his own obsession, guarding the people of his tribe, and guarding his closest people.

At this point, everything can be explained.

If Lan Shan hadn’t been Xiao Xuan’er’s biological father, how could he be so desperate for her? Even with his own name, he would not hesitate.

The battle with Jiuying was seen by Xiaoyao Daoist with his own eyes. He was dying in Jiuying’s hands, and he didn’t mean to flinch.

It is a pity that a generation of great witches, this is his fate, a tragic destiny, if he still has half of Xingtian great witch’s ability, that day, kneeling on the ground, it is Jiuying.

After that night, the great witch doctor of the Houtian tribe suddenly fell ill and soon died.

Houtu was very sad, and Xiao Xuan’er was also crying very sad.

Before leaving, Daoist changed the name of Xiao Xuan’er.

“From now on, your name is Lan Xuan.”

After all, Xiao Xuan’er’s life was saved by Xiaoyao Daoist, and neither Hou Tu nor Xiao Xuan’er objected.

In this way, a past in which no one will ever discover the truth is buried in the dust, until the eternal chaos returns to the ruins.