Hit the wall and bounced back to hit herself. Crazy even more.
"Ah—brother Lang, why don't you want Miaomiao—why not!"
Going crazy again... I don't know why she wanted to laugh a little bit, maybe she was beaten too much and her brain was broken. She looked at Miaomiao Void for a while, and then rushed towards her. In the past, he didn't even have the strength to resist. A beating would be enough. If he was beaten to death, he would die. There was no point in living. Today, he seemed to have a lot more strength, and his lame leg kicked with strength.
The heart was beating, and the hot blood was pouring into the whole body, as if she had endless strength, Miaomiao stared at her chest, and saw the faint jump.
"You monster! You monster! Why don't you die—oh why don't you die!" She screamed and kicked the little girl again, scratching her hideous and ugly face with both hands until it was bloody. , compared to her, Miaomiao also has a lot more wounds.
The blood on her face was still flowing, Miaomiao changed her appearance again, she gently picked up the little girl, shook it gently, and hummed a nursery rhyme in a voice not much better than a ghost, "Mother likes babies the most~ Mother's baby I will inherit everything in the future, my mother's baby~ Be good~ Go to sleep and go to sleep... "
Miaomiao's baby wasn't her, so Miaomiao threw her against the wall before she finished humming. After enduring the pain last night, this time it didn't hurt so much, only a few bones were broken.
"She dug out your heart once, and I will do it again..." Miaomiao's eyes seemed to be overflowing with water, glistening with waves, making one reluctant to refuse her request. Her fingertips had already touched the little girl's cold skin, and her long nails pierced the scarred chest for the first time, and the dark blood dyed the nails into a strange color.
The little girl could no longer hear what Miaomiao was saying, her eyes turned scarlet again, staring at Miaomiao's scarred throat.
The sharp little canine teeth pierced the scar, clenched the blood vessel, greedily sucking the mellow blood. Miaomiao's eyes widened, and the hand that was trying to gouge out the heart fell weakly.
Miaomiao is dead.
Another fresh mummy.
The idler who couldn't hear the sound of yelling and going crazy kicked in the door, turned around and ran away in fright, and howled ghosts and wolves outside. Soon there was a circle of people outside the shabby house.
The empty house was in a mess, the remains of utensils were everywhere, and there was no place to set foot.
The emaciated child curled up under the mummy in a dirty state, sleeping peacefully, with wet bloodstains on the corners of his lips.
"Maniac sucked dry by a monster..."
"What monster, the dead girl hasn't been sucked dry yet."
"Maybe it's full. There's no blood for a dead girl who is so thin, and monsters don't like it."
"Hey, maybe the dead girl sucked it herself, and the lunatic didn't treat her well."
The people outside began to talk about each other, and finally the majestic village head inspected Miaomiao's wound. The evidence was convincing that it was indeed bitten by the little girl. The brave hunting men tied up the little girl tightly. It was carried to the ancestral hall, and a shelf was set up. The whole village contributed oil and firewood to witness the justice of burning the monster.
So she was woken up by the bucket of oil.
So much firewood plus oil is enough to burn into coke.
The village chief threw the torch on the pyre, and the crowd cheered and praised. He looked at the little girl majesticly and compassionately, with hatred, joy and condemnation in his eyes.
Can you see the beautiful sister after being burned to death like this... Will she become a ghost? Did Miao Miao, the beautiful sister and the old hunter become ghosts
The flames were getting closer and closer, and the flames had already licked the corner of her clothes.
Why are you so happy? The clothes made by the beautiful sister are all ruined... The little girl's eyes were red from tears from the smoke, and the scarlet eyes were amazingly bright, and the rope that bound her was broken every inch. Under the flames and smoke, the villagers couldn't see clearly.
The white-clothed man, about twenty or so, stepped up to the high platform in one step, and then stepped down to the pagoda tree stump at the entrance of the village.
He originally wanted to carry her and touch the few intact parts of the little girl's body, but he frowned and hugged her. Originally, he wanted to get the demon emperor's heart and leave, but now he didn't want to kill him. Dead things are not as interesting as living things.
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As soon as the man pointed at her eyebrows, the quiet and cold energy merged into the little girl's body, and the scarlet in the eyes settled down, turning back to the original jet black. Her face cleared up, she stared at it curiously for a while, and then she exclaimed,
"Rabbit, rabbit..."
Holding her in his arms, the man walked lightly into the dilapidated house, picked up the dead rabbit and placed it in her arms, and walked away from the entrance of the village. The scenery on both sides is like a flowing scroll, and he is the one appreciating the painting, his steps are unhurried, calm and elegant, and the distance under his feet changes so quickly that she is dazzled.
"Don't look, go to sleep." He covered the little girl's eyes, his voice was elegant and cool, making people obey involuntarily.
On the stump of the old locust tree sat a beautiful woman in green, with flowers as her face and jade as her bone. If the little girl was still there, she would definitely recognize her as her beautiful older sister, who was kidnapped and sold to Fang Fugui's sister-in-law Fang Fugui who was doing nothing in the village.
She didn't want to say her name and origin, so everyone called her Sister-in-Law Fang. Fang Fugui was fond of gambling, and also liked to drink. He would beat her when she drank too much. That night Fang Fugui wanted to sell her to other men. She struggled and stabbed Fang Fugui to death with scissors. The villagers caught her and burned her to death. On the day of her death, the stern curses and miserable laughter spread throughout the village, and she really became a ghost just as she had cursed. Sooner or later, the flames of revenge will consume everyone in the village. Some people are born with arrogance, and they will not yield in the slightest when they die.
"Occupying spirit wood as a body can take shape, and it has suffered a lot of damage. When you are weak, you should not be contaminated with too much karma. Too much killing will also affect your future practice." Most of the demon spirits in this world practice in the natural way. The power of Heavenly Tribulation must be multiplied by the blood.
"If you can't take revenge, what's the fun of having a successful practice?"
"That's right. You still need to recuperate now, and you can't be too far away from your body. Can you ask me to bring something to your relatives and friends?"
"Thank you senior, the little girl Rong Huai is very grateful, but I beg you to tell the crown prince of Cangyun Kingdom that Rong Huai has a master as a teacher, and she will go home to visit her parents after she succeeds in her cultivation."
"I agree." Rong Huai has some karma with this locust tree. She has a human soul and a demon body. I don't know how far this cultivation path, which is different from other ghosts and monsters, can go.
"That little girl... I implore senior... to take care of me, and Rong Huai is willing to tie a grass ring as a repayment."
"I will take care of her myself, and I don't need to say much about repaying her. If there is a destiny, we will meet each other."
After the sound transmission of spiritual thoughts ended, Rong Huai watched the man disappear, temporarily put aside his worries about the little girl, and looked back at the village with deep hatred again. Not only here, but also other people who have hurt her, none of them can escape.
Although he can't do it for a long time, but with a few small spells, the speed is not much worse. It's not a problem for him to cover a hundred miles with his cultivation, and he can reach Cangyun Kingdom in about half an hour. Looking back, the small village is shrouded in layers of death, and I am afraid that it will end in the end. But what did it matter to him? Each path is chosen by oneself.
He found an inn and asked the proprietress to tidy up the sleeping little girl, and then put on the spirit clothes in his storage space, and finally he looked like a person. The small face was not as big as a palm, and his brows were furrowed when he fell asleep, and his thin body was curled up into a ball. There were countless large and small scars, and although the proprietress had applied excellent medicine for her, and the wounds were healing at a very fast speed, they still looked annoying.
It's not surprising that the incomplete demon emperor's heart can be forcibly merged by the half of the golden core stage monks, but it's too unusual to be perfectly absorbed by such a child. The cultivation world hides filth and evil, and he has seen many disgusting methods. Although what this child has suffered is rare, it is not uncommon, but he has only seen one like her who has no trace of resentment and has a weird personality. How much hatred does it take to keep the life of a child whose heart has been hollowed out, to continue the life with poison, to torture him from time to time, and to create such a unique monster. That Miao Miao was dead, he was a little curious, but unfortunately this child probably didn't know anything, and didn't even need to search for the soul. So the cause and effect is probably just the endless entanglement of love and hatred.
The rabbit was also very interesting, as if it had recognized this little thing, it curled up into a big ball and squeezed into her arms, sleeping soundly with its eyes closed, licking its three-petal mouth from time to time, and it was not known what dream it was. Is it raining carrots
Everyone doesn't know that the cold and dusty Master Yunxiao has a surprisingly big brain. Although the journey of cultivating immortals is colorful, most of the time he is alone but too dull. He has learned to entertain himself a long time ago.
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"Googoo—" The little girl opened her eyes at some point, touched her empty stomach, and stared at the fat body of the rabbit, as if thinking about how many meals she could eat. The rabbit vaguely felt the danger, and its fur stood on end.
Yun Xiao couldn't help but want to laugh, just about to take out some spiritual fruit nectar from the storage container, but then thought that feeding anything casually is not suitable for ordinary people, so he finally took out a bottle of Bigu Pill from the corner and gave her one, She swallowed it suspiciously.
One is effective, but the stomach does not growl. The little girl rubbed her belly, she didn't feel hungry, her eyes became brighter looking at Yun Xiao.
"One can be used for a month, and I will eat another one next time when I am hungry." Yun Xiao gave her a bottle of Bigu Pill, and saw that she was holding the jade bottle containing the pill in one hand, and hugging the rabbit with some difficulty in the other hand , The expression of satisfaction is very interesting. It was rare to arouse the last bit of compassion in him.
"Ah... the clothes made by the beautiful sister are gone." Now the red sixth-grade spiritual clothes on her are made of