Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

The battle is over.

Outside the Taiyin Star, there was a scene of utter devastation.

Everywhere there were broken meteorites and residual magical energy fluctuations.

When the 100,000 heavenly soldiers saw that their commander had fled, they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to even breathe.

The ancestral witches were happily cleaning up the battlefield (looting the spoils of war).

"Hey, this sword is nice, it's mine."

"Although this armor is a bit damaged, it can still be used after being melted down and reforged."

Lin Xuan ignored the bandit brothers, straightened his clothes, and adjusted his breathing.

Then, his face visibly turned pale.

Its once upright body began to sway slightly, like a sapling swaying in the wind and rain.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Xuan clutched his chest and coughed weakly a few times.

"Thirteenth Brother!"

Houtu, who had been watching Lin Xuan closely, panicked upon seeing this and rushed over to support him. "What happened to you? Were you injured by the aftershocks of the Chaos Bell?"

Lin Xuan waved his hand, his voice a little hoarse: "No...it's nothing. It's just that writing the poem just now took too much of my energy, plus...cough cough, Taiyi's attack was too fierce. Although I wasn't hit, my mind was agitated and my blood was churning."

That reason sounds ridiculous.

Can writing poetry be tiring?

How could the surge of qi and blood cause such a reaction?

But some people still believe it.

Especially the goddess who was moved to tears by Lin Xuan's poem just now.

Xihe and Changxi were still shocked by the fighting power of the Ancestral Witches, but when they saw Lin Xuan like this, their maternal instincts were instantly ignited.

"Fellow Daoist Lin!"

Chang Xi exclaimed in surprise, even faster than Hou Tu, and rushed over to support Lin Xuan's other arm.

"Are you alright? Quick, sit down."

Chang Xi's face was full of anxiety. She even took out a fragrant handkerchief and wiped away non-existent cold sweat from Lin Xuan's forehead.

Lin Xuan then shifted half of his weight onto Chang Xi.

soft.

Fragrant.

This was Lin Xuan's first impression.

But his face showed a strong and resilient expression.

"Thank you for your concern, Fairy. I'm fine." Lin Xuan smiled weakly, but his eyes were firm as he looked at Xi He. "As long as you two fairies are not frightened, that's all that matters. That Taiyi is going too far. I absolutely cannot stand by and watch him humiliate you two fairies."

That's a textbook example of a manipulative, scheming woman's words.

But the results were outstanding.

Looking at Lin Xuan's pale face, and recalling how he had not only insulted Taiyi with eloquent words in order to protect them, but also had his brothers beat Taiyi away.

This friendship, this sense of responsibility.

He's a million times better than that Taiyi who only knows how to bully others!

"Fellow Daoist Lin's righteousness is deeply appreciated by Xihe."

Xihe stepped forward, holding a pill that emitted a chilling aura. "This is the Jade Dew Pill condensed from the Taiyin Moon Laurel. It has a miraculous effect on restoring the mind and spirit. Fellow Daoist, please take it quickly."

Lin Xuan didn't stand on ceremony and ate the pill from Xi He's hand.

The moment their fingertips touched, Lin Xuan clearly felt Xi He's hand retract slightly, but she did not pull away.

There is a play!

"Thank you, Fairy Xihe." Lin Xuan's face was slightly rosy after taking the medicine (he was faking it). "Actually, besides admiring the beauty of both fairies, I also sincerely wish to ask for your hand in marriage."

Confessing your feelings now is the perfect timing.

Lin Xuan looked into their eyes with deep affection: "I know the Witch Clan has a bad reputation, but I, Lin Xuan, swear that if I can win your favor, I will cherish you as a treasure and protect you. The battle just now is proof of that."

"From now on, in this primordial world, anyone who dares to lay a finger on you will have to ask my twelve older brothers and sisters for permission first!"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang, who was stripping the heavenly soldiers of their armor in the distance, immediately straightened up and brandished his broadsword, shouting, "That's right! Anyone who dares to bully my sister-in-law, I'll kill him!"

Other ancestral shamans also rose up in protest.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law! From now on, Taiyin Star will be our own backyard!"

"Tell me what you're missing, and I'll go to Heaven and get it for you!"

Xihe and Changxi looked at the group of ancestral witches, who were rough but sincere, and then looked at Lin Xuan, who was gentle and refined (although a little pretentious), beside them.

The scales in my heart have completely tipped.

In this cold and cruel wilderness, to have such a group of people protecting you is a blessing that many people would rather die for.

Moreover, this man is indeed very charming.

Chang Xi blushed and secretly glanced at her sister.

Xihe took a deep breath, a blush rising on her face, but her eyes hardened.

She looked at Lin Xuan and said softly, "Since you are so sincere, and you have saved my sister and me... if you don't mind the coldness of Taiyin Star, why don't you... come into the hall and have a cup of tea?"

Drink tea.

That means you agreed!

Lin Xuan was overjoyed.

This gigolo is really enjoying himself!