Fuxi had no idea that, in his nephew disciple's eyes, he had already become bent. Otherwise, he would definitely have taken back his earlier words, given Liu Feng a thorough lesson, and assigned him countless cultivation tasks so he would have no time for wild thoughts.
"Nephew Disciple, what's wrong? Why do your eyes look so frightened? Is your Martial Uncle really that scary?"
"Cough, cough. No, not at all. How could that be? I just thought of something else." Naturally, Liu Feng would not say it aloud. Still, after thinking for a while, he cautiously offered a reminder.
"Cough, um... Martial Uncle, I'm a man."
After saying that, Liu Feng picked up the ingredients from the ground and headed toward the Valley.
Of course, there was one more thing he did not say: I like women!!
Fuxi: ???
His face was full of bewilderment. He simply could not make heads or tails of what Liu Feng meant by that.
He turned a pleading gaze toward Nuwa.
"Little sister, what did Nephew Disciple mean by that?"
Hearing this, Nuwa shook her head. She was just as confused.
What did Liu Feng being a man have to do with anything?
Speaking in riddles was truly a headache.
If this had been in Liu Feng's previous life, they would have understood in an instant. But things were different here. The Primordial World did not know all these twists and turns of meme culture, so naturally they did not understand what Liu Feng meant when he said he was a man.
Nuwa and Fuxi naturally followed Liu Feng into the Valley. They cast displeased glances toward the kitchen, as though they wanted to see Liu Feng through its walls.
"Forget it. We can ask him later. But, little sister, your current strength is