After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

When Guan Nan heard this, his eyebrows darkened, he raised his hand to push the red robe behind him, and then helped Shen Lan up from the ground, "Blood shark gauze? What is that?"

Seeing that Guan Nan seldom took the initiative, Shenlan wanted to stick up to him, but was afraid of the robes on his body, so he had to sit upright.

"You can only weave one piece of blood shark gauze in a lifetime, dye it red with the shark's heart blood, give it to your most beloved, and then cut it into clothes by your beloved."

"Such a Shark's yarn will always protect the one you love after the Shark's death."

Shen Lan said and then turned to look at the red robe standing behind Guan Nan, "Among them are shark blood, shark gauze, and sincerity. One of them is indispensable."

"Your blood shark gauze is so bright red in color, can be made into robes, and has intelligence. It is definitely the only one in the world."

"I wonder what kind of person can weave this kind of bloody crocodile?"

Guan Nan was filled with emotion and sat back in silence. After being stunned for a long time, he said: "He has passed away."

Shen Lan nodded and was about to say something when Nian Lan suddenly came back.

She has always disliked Shenlan and has no good feelings towards her. After learning that eating Guannan's meat can increase her cultivation, she became even more suspicious of Shenlan.

As soon as she entered the door, she grinned and kicked the person out.

She angrily threw the cushion that Shen Lan had been sitting on out, "It's so annoying. It's like a fly that I can't even drive away."

"Smelly monk, I miss a bad woman."

Guan Nan was silent, and the image of Sang Mo smiling and talking could not help but appear in his mind.

What is she doing now?

Here, Sang Mo went to Jinguang Temple of Wuxiang Kingdom on the second day.

The newly appointed abbot personally welcomed Sang Mo and told her that Buddha had gone on a trip and had not returned yet.

Sang Mo was very angry. Guannan, the little bald donkey, dared to betray her. When they meet again, she must give him some good looks.

By the way, where will he go?

Sang Mo was confused and just walked on the street minding his own business, not noticing anyone following him.

The man was wearing a crow-green robe with wide sleeves, and his black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin inlaid with gold wire. He had a handsome face and an elegant manner. He was none other than Shen Yanqing, the elder of Jiangxiao.

Sang Mo walked out of Wuxiang Country and walked aimlessly. The sun was scorching. It didn't take long before she was sweating profusely and her face turned red.

She paused momentarily under the shade of a tree.

The weather was dry and hot, and the water in the kettle dried up after just a few sips.

Sang Mo held the kettle upside down above his head and opened his mouth to catch the last drop of water.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the water droplets fell to the ground. Sang Mo threw the kettle away angrily. Turning around, I saw a melon field not far away.

The green fields there are the best time to pick melons.

Sang Mo was overjoyed, took two steps at a time, and ran towards the melon field.

The owner of the melon field is a tall and slender man. He is lying leisurely on the recliner, covering his face with a bamboo hat, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand, and fanning himself.

Sang Mo walked over without taking his eyes off the melon on the ground, "Uncle, do you want to sell this melon?"

"..."

The man's movement of shaking the cattail fan suddenly stopped.

Uncle?

Is he so young?

Huh, ignore her.

Sang Mo's mouth was dry and his eyes were almost glowing green, "Uncle! Why are you..."

She turned her head and realized that the person in front of her was a young man.

Sang Mo quickly changed his title, "Hey! He's a big brother. Big brother, are you selling this?"

The man remained silent and just waved his hand towards Sang Mo, signaling her to go away.

Sang Mo immediately became unhappy and thought to himself: Hey! How can you, a melon grower, be so awesome?

She looked the man up and down, and saw that although the man was wearing coarse clothes, his hands were slender and white, especially his long black hair, which was shiny and hung down like fine silk.

He has an aura of wealth and nobility, and at first glance he is not just an ordinary farmer. "Brother, you think we are destined to meet each other. How about you give me a melon so that we can get to know each other?"

The lips hidden under the brim of the hat hooked up, and he waved his hand towards Sang Mo again, signaling her to leave quickly.

Seeing this, Sang Mo couldn't help but become anxious, "Look at how you are acting like this! It's not like I won't give you money, you can't finish all this, right?"

The man remained unmoved.

The sun was extremely hot on her. Sang Mo stared at the green watermelon hidden under the leaves. His mouth was dry and he swallowed involuntarily.

He thought to himself: Anyway, I am determined to eat this melon today. If you are unkind, don’t blame me for it.

She looked at the man and then at the biggest melon in the melon patch.

He quickly rushed forward, picked up the melon and ran away.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her back collar.

Sang Mo noticed that the man had strong internal energy and suddenly felt something was wrong. He quickly offered the melon in his hand, "Brother, we have something to discuss."

Seeing Sang Mo's pitiful appearance, the man couldn't bear it and decided not to tease her anymore, "Okay, let's sit down and eat."

When Sang Mo heard this voice, she felt it was extremely familiar. She turned her head and saw Shen Yanqing looking at her with a smile.

"Is it you?!" Her voice suddenly became louder, "You bastard! How dare you play tricks on me!"

Shen Yanqing let go, "But you were the first to escape."

Sang Mo turned around and slapped his hand away, "Of course I have something to do when I run away."

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered that Shen Yanqing had designed to kill Li Zhaodi and deceived her.

She was angry in her heart, but she was afraid of quarreling with him, so she suddenly fell silent and didn't speak.

Shen Yanqing cut a melon and handed it over.

After Sang Mo took it, he handed over another spoon, "Why don't you talk?"

Sang Mo dug up a piece of melon and put it in his mouth, "Master, did you put the judgment letter in Senior Sister Li's bag?"

Shen Yanqing paused for a moment, then fell silent.

"You know?" He said calmly.

Sang Mo nodded, "I heard a little bit, but I don't believe it."

"I did it," he said.

Sang Mo raised his head, "Why are you doing this?"

"If I don't do this, how can I become the leader? How can I become the leader? Do you want me to watch the tragedy of my previous life happen again?"

He sneered, "I'd be scared too."

When he was a little fox cub, he knew how terrible it was to lose power.

He still remembers the screams of his mother and sister.

They were stripped naked and thrown in front of the city gate, where they were raped and humiliated by more than a dozen men at the same time.

At that time, they were crying and shouting, asking Shen Yanqing not to look or listen.

But those despicable red robbers pulled his face and opened his eyes until they were humiliated to death.

To this day, he can still dream about his father and brother being thrown into a boiling pot covered in blood.

Later, he escaped from the demon world and concentrated on practicing in an abandoned village.

One day, while hunting, he walked into a cave and saw a huge stone statue inside.

I don’t know how many years it has existed.

The carving should be of an immortal with picturesque features, holding a bunch of rice in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, just standing in the stone wall.

Towering and tall, the equipment is extraordinary.

He looked envious. If he could be like this god, he could protect his family.