Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 109: You don’t want to act out your own ancestor, do you?
"Then it's settled." The two Wu Nuo bowed together.

"It's a deal." Zhuge Gong responded and finalized the matter.

He drank the water in the small teapot and looked out the door worriedly.

"Before that, I have to go and see my stupid son."

Just as he took a step forward, three peculiar auras at the street entrance in front of the door attracted Zhuge Gong's attention. He stepped into the center and extended the Qimen Bureau outward.

"It seems that it is not necessary. He is kind-hearted and defeated the man and brought him home."

Is this guy really not a challenger?
Zhuge Guan rubbed his forehead and pulled his moustache. If it were any other time, he would have handled it any way he wanted, but today there happened to be an intelligence officer guarding a small Jianghu inn.

Nowadays, news media will do anything to gain traffic, and netizens believe everything they hear and have basically lost their self-judgment. If these two sides are combined...

Hey!
Don't even mention how bad the network environment is.

"It's still a relaxing and peaceful place to live in seclusion like the Wuhou Sect!"

The word Xun means wind language.

"Since you're already here, why don't you come in?" Zhuge Gong carried these words into the wind and sent them out the door.

"Now that you're here, why don't you come in?"

The voice sounded from above Yan Huan's head, but he paid no attention to it. Compared with the Wu Hou Sect, the three people who appeared in front of him were more worthy of his attention.

The leader of the three men was a man wearing a baseball cap, with a long face, square glasses, a moustache, and his hair combed back. His entire body was covered tightly, with his sleeves and trouser legs tightly tied, and he was wearing a pair of sturdy assault boots.

The two people behind were wearing similar clothes, but compared to the leader, they wore masks, sunglasses, and had their hats pulled down, making their appearance more concealed.

"He wanted to climb over the wall and leave Zhuge Qing behind without anyone noticing, but he was caught by outsiders."

"Speaking of which, why did Huang Boren, one of the company's directors, show up in Zhuge Village in Zhejiang?"

Yan Huan had his doubts in his heart, but he remained calm.

In contrast, the other side was obviously more nervous and at a loss when seeing this situation.

"What's going on? Are you two from the Wuhou sect?"

"Did you get angry during the sparring?" Huang Boren leaned back with his face sunken like a shoe horn.

"It is inevitable to make mistakes during a competition. I'm sorry for making trouble." Yan said with a smile without further explanation.

Unable to figure out the company's intentions, he decided to just let Huang Boren misunderstand him. Besides, he just didn't explain, so it couldn't be considered a lie, and it wouldn't be embarrassing if he was exposed later.

"Then... please?" Yan Huan waved his hand and said.

"please!"

The four of them walked in together.

Before he even walked through the courtyard, Huang Boren had already cupped his hands and said, "Hey, Mr. Zhuge, I've heard a lot about you!"

"Director Huang, your words are too serious."

Yan Huan's gaze passed over the two people who were complimenting each other and fell on the two Wu Nuos who followed Zhuge Gong out.

"Nuo" means people avoiding danger, which means "to scare away evil ghosts". They are particularly good at ghost plays, and can entertain gods through dancing, so as to drive away plague and pray for peace.

However, it is rare to see people in the alien world dressed so traditionally and fancy like these two.

The two men were wearing cloth shirts with a blue background. The cuffs and corners were outlined with red and yellow wavy patterns. In the middle of the clothes were snow-white unknown totems and flowing cloud patterns. The combination of various colors was extremely eye-catching.

The two Wu Nuos, one male and one female, put their masks together and started communicating.

"He looks familiar, I think I've seen him somewhere."

"Sis, now that you mention it, I do seem to have some impression..."

Yan Huan put Zhuge Qing down next to the bronze vat with a Hundred Blessings Dragon Pattern in the courtyard.

thump!
Zhuge Qing's head hit the bronze vat. Zhuge Gong's face was full of black lines, his mouth drooped, and he glanced to the side.

"Bai, go with your cousin and aunt to take the people back to their rooms to rest."

"Hey!" Huang Boren stepped forward to smooth things over. "During a sparring match, mistakes are unavoidable. Don't be too harsh on the child."

"You are not as skilled as others, this is what happens... Wait! The one in the ground is my son!"

what?
"Ah, ah..." Huang Boren glanced at Zhuge Bai who rushed over, and thought of something, with an embarrassed look on his face, "Aren't they all geniuses of the Wu Hou faction!"

"He is a sorcerer, not a member of our Wuhou sect." Zhuge Gong coughed a few times.

How does this guy's train of thought work? Shouldn't R&D personnel be very smart?
The courtyard fell into silence for a long time.

Xie Fang took the opportunity to twist the miniature camera on her chest and recorded the scene in front of her.

Turning back and eliminating the older generation, leaving only Yan Huan and Zhuge Qing, this news is enough to be explosive.

It is still unknown what kind of sparks will be created when the rare genius of the Wu Hou sect and the new talent of Wu Men who has recently caused quite a stir in the circle of extraordinary people are paired together.

"They both look good. If we insert more information about them and make them flirt with each other, we might be able to make some money from the rotten girls circle..."

OK, let’s do it!

Seeing his son being sent back to the room, Zhuge Gong finally had time to examine Yan Huan. As the current leader of the Wuhou faction, no one knew Zhuge Qing's strength better than him. Being able to defeat Qing, he was considered a good fighter among the younger generation in the alien world.

"Mr. Zhuge." Yan Huan bowed.

"No need to say more. If you are not as skilled as others, you just need to practice more. We in Wuhou Sect are not so stingy, and we will not sit in a well and watch the world. I should thank you for giving this kid a good beating for me."

"Qing, don't be fooled by his casual and carefree appearance, but deep down he is very proud of his family's honor and personal accomplishments."

"I've seen it." Yan Huan said with a wry smile.

As he spoke, he glanced around again.

The two Wu Nuos, Huang Boren, one of the company's directors, two company personnel with hidden identities, and even external news personnel have been found. The Wu Hou faction is planning something big.

Not at the right time...

"Your sect has an important guest visiting today, perhaps there is something important to discuss. I will not disturb you any longer. I will leave now and visit you again another day." Yan Huan said.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Gong narrowed his long and narrow eyes.

"Qing's friend, you are a witch, how much do you know about things like faith?"

"Know a thing or two."

"Okay!" Zhuge Gong clapped his hands. "For someone of your level, I think you are being modest when you say 'know a thing or two'. Don't leave today. Why don't you stay together? Wuhou Sect has something to ask of you."

"We each get what we need. You don't have to hide what you want. The Wuhou Sect will give you everything it can."

Everyone gets what he needs?

These four words sounded quite interesting to Yan Huan.

Since Zhuge Gong was willing to say this to himself, everyone present could get what they wanted.

Yan Huan stole a glance at the remaining people:

Wu Nuo entertains gods with plays, uses one's own body to play the role of gods, transforms oneself into gods, and uses one's life to perform.

Let’s look at Huang Boren, one of the company’s directors and the head of the R&D department. The person hiding his identity is probably a research member of the Phoenix Mountain bunker.

The identities of the above people, plus Zhuge Gong's question about "faith", really made Yan Huan think of something -

godhead.

"This Zhuge Gong, wouldn't he want to play his own ancestor?"

(End of this chapter)