Gudong—— There was a little girl with her hair made of straw ropes next to her. She was drooling at the sweet mooncakes, but she only dared to suck her fingers. "You can't stare at the warrior master." The little girl's mother was skinny, like a straw sticking in the field. She looked at Ying Bing with a timid and fearful look, just like other villagers. This was also the reason why the villagers didn't dare to get close. A fairy-like girl like this, who could walk alone in southern Xinjiang, must be either a powerful warrior, or a divine servant serving the witch spirit, or simply a very powerful beast monster in human form. Ying Bing was very familiar with this look. In the past, where she descended, all living beings respected her as a fairy or even more. It was something that was considered commonplace in the past.
But why am I not used to it now? "You can try one." Ying Bing summoned some clouds and gently held the mooncake to the little girl's arms. "Thank you, fairy sister!" The little girl was very happy, but the people around her, especially the girl's mother, suddenly changed their expressions. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "My Lord, she is still young, please let her go." "Please." She broke her head on the first blow, and it was difficult to distinguish the blood, sweat and tears mixed with the mud. "I have no ill intentions." A ray of moonlight fell in the daytime, covering the woman. If it weren't for the use of the soul, this misunderstanding would probably never be solved. The little girl licked a mooncake and said sweetly with a happy face. Only then did the woman believe that this cold girl had no ill intentions. But except for the little girl, no one dared to approach her. "Sister, this is the map you want." "Thank you." Ying Bing took the map and saw the little girl take a bite of the Q version of Xiao Li, and was slightly stunned. After a moment, he lowered his head and looked at this rough hunter map. "Sister Tianxian, who are you missing?"
The little girl named Fu Yingzi put away the mooncakes and asked curiously. "I'm looking at the map." Ying Bing smoothed the map, her clear eyes paused, and shook her head gently. "But mother misses daddy, that's the expression." Fu Yingzi tilted her head and pointed to the mountain road not far away: "Sister, what mountain is this?" The little girl's eyes were pure and innocent, but it made people speechless. "That is..." Ying Bing's jade face paused. She was clearly looking at the map just now. This mountain is so close to Baoping Town, she clearly remembers seeing it. Why did she suddenly forget it? So the girl lowered her eyes and looked at the map again. Outside is Li Mo Mountain, next to the mountain is a Li Mo River, next to the Li Mo River is a Li Mo Forest, where the Li Mo people live... "?" Ying Bing's clear eyes paused. "This is Baoping Town, of course the mountain is called Baoping Mountain." Fu Yingzi suddenly felt that this sister didn't seem to be scary. At this moment. The sunlight seemed to be blocked by something, and the map full of Xiao Li suddenly dimmed. Ying Bing looked up. I saw a huge Peng bird, with its wings spread out like a black cloud, coming with endless fierce momentum. Its sharp beak opened, and it uttered human words: "Hehehe!" "Let me see if there are any children to eat!" The people were instantly frightened, in a mess, and fled everywhere like birds and beasts. The Peng bird was circling in the air, and suddenly its eyes with excellent vision saw the little girl running away with the moon cake, and it immediately laughed strangely again and flew over fiercely. The wind swept. Fu Yingzi's frightened little face turned pale, and her little body was covered by the shadow of the Peng.
At this moment, a ray of moonlight suddenly appeared in the daytime. The Peng bird suddenly stopped. Because there was a frost-like long sword on its neck, and the cold light on it was just a hair's breadth away from cutting its neck. The owner of the long sword was the fairy-like girl. "Do you know the way to the Qingluan tribe?" The girl's light voice sounded. "How dare you..." The Peng bird spoke hoarsely and noisily, wanting to say something harsh. Swish—— The moonlight sword light flashed. The bird's feathers fell. The Peng bird suddenly felt a chill on its head, as cold as the sword light just now, as cold as the eyes of the noble girl. "The Qingluan tribe hates the human race and all males..." Swish—— The girl said no more, and the sword light flashed again. The Peng bird became even balder, and a bit of heartache and grievance appeared in its eyes that were originally full of ferocity. "Let's talk it over nicely! We can talk about reason!" Birds need beautiful feathers to court, especially those on their heads. ..... The other side. Three bronze horses pulled the carriage, and the four hooves were flying at this time, which was not an adjective. The carriage was really flying at a low altitude, so it could walk on the sometimes twisted, sometimes desolate, and sometimes muddy southern Xinjiang landscape as if it were flat ground. Li Mo and others who left Nanguan in early autumn finally left Nanguan before the autumn was high, and were about to arrive at the first stop in southern Xinjiang. The majestic mountains that stretched out could be seen from afar. "This place doesn't seem to be very lively." Li Mo looked out through the black cloud gauze on the car window. He used the black cloud gauze to simulate clothes that fit the southern Xinjiang style. He wore a headscarf on his forehead and the black clothes were embroidered with exotic animals. Along the way, he saw many scenes of prosperity and ruin coexisting with each other, and saw many creatures struggling to survive in the cracks. Compared with the walled cities seen along the way, Aquarius Town is not prosperous.
Huang Donglai nodded and said: "This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Very few merchants pass by, so the population is naturally much sparse." "But as long as you don't carry a lot of luggage and your steps are fast enough, it's very good to go to the Mingjiao Clan from here." Li Mo looked at the map and remembered Huang Donglai's story during this period. The closer they get to Nanguan, the more peaceful the demon clan becomes, and the denser the garrison becomes. The deeper you go into southern Xinjiang, the influence of Dayu becomes weaker and weaker. It is no longer the garrison that protects the peace of the place, but the 'Witch Spirit' believed in by the people. "Brother Li, that..." After Murong Xiao finished his daily homework of suppressing his bloodline, he suddenly opened his mouth. "Run out again?" Li Mo was dumbfounded, took out a gold brick, and then skillfully broke it into small golden beans. "Well... I will definitely return it to Brother Li when I return to Ziyang Mansion." Murong Xiao looked even more ashamed. "Why, you want to accumulate merit alone?" Li Mo smiled and shook his head, and took out some herbs and grains. The more chaotic the world becomes, the more human life becomes like grass. Murong Xiao adheres to the saying "do good deeds, see suffering along the way, and never stand idly by." With his kind nature, he would have done it even if it wasn't to suppress his bloodline. In fact, a considerable part of it is Li Mo’s investment. All right. It cannot be considered an investment. Now I don’t know if it’s because of the higher realm. Even if it saves the lives of ordinary people, there is not much feedback. After preparing alms for Murong Xiao, the carriage had already arrived at the entrance of the town. Under the archway with the word "Aquarius" written on it. However, as soon as we arrived at the entrance of the town, we saw a huge crowd in front of us from a distance. People in southern Xinjiang in strange clothes were gathered around, and they were talking endlessly. "How could Fu Yingzi have an affair with the demon clan?" "She said a few words to the fairy that day. Couldn't the fairy be a monster?"
"Stop the child's mother! Master Jun can't rush into you..." ..... Um? Li Mo raised his eyebrows. He looked through the crowd and saw the thin girl kneeling on the stage. Her face was frightened and her face was pale, and her lips were pale. A bare-chested executioner was drinking strong liquor. His sword was thicker than the girl's waist. After looking at the sky, the commander sitting on the high platform said loudly: "The time has come!" "Execution!" ..... PS: I sat up in shock when I was dying, and the King of Hell praised me for my good health. I beg you, the audience, to please recharge your batteries, okay~
