Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 1182
The smoke dissipated.

There is a strong smell of gunpowder everywhere.

Everyone in the Mei family took a closer look, and there were only forty or fifty wizards in bright clothes, but now there were only three or five in place, and all of them were in tattered clothes, covered with dust, and their faces were pitch-black. not coming out.

These wizards couldn't even cry.

What the hell!
If there are wizards, why should there be cannons?

Come on, let's go, this saint is a terrible thing!
Some wizards already had the intention of giving up, turned around and fled quickly.

The remaining few who were bombed stupid, the guards of the Mei family rushed up and tied them up immediately.

Mei Luochen was full of excitement: "Qianqian, so you can use cannons too?"

"Third Brother's words, I took a look. So I remember." Qing Luo laughed.

"Just take a look, and it will be over?" Mei Luochen felt a little pricked.

"Second brother, don't be too sad. I know more about this thing than you do."

Qingluo smiled slightly, and told Uncle Zhong, "Count the number of people, and send the injured back for medical treatment immediately. Those who die will be buried generously, and their families will be well taken care of."

"Yes, master." Uncle Zhong agreed and went.

Qing Luo glanced around the scene, but found that Lan Hao was gone.

She didn't pay much attention to it.

This person has always been elusive, and often disappears without even saying hello.

"Qianqian, something is wrong." Mei Luochen came over with an injured guard, pointed at the guard and said, "He was outside just now, and when he saw some of the wizards running away, he brought a man in white who looked like Lan Lord."

Qingluo was slightly startled: "What did they take Lan Hao away for?"

"Actually..." Mei Luochen glanced at her, hesitated, "There is something that you may not know yet."

"what's up?"

"Lan Hao is actually the grandson of the saint son and daughter of the previous generation in Miaojiang." Mei Luochen explained, "I only found out not long ago. His father, Lan Qichu, was born in Miaojiang. After Lan Qichu, he died. It is said that the Holy Son also died in love."

Qingluo was a little surprised: "It turns out that Lan Hao's life experience is so tortuous. Could it be that those people in Miaojiang want to take him back to recognize his ancestors?"

"I don't think so." Mei Luochen shook his head lightly, "Lan Hao inherited the blood of the Holy Son, so he should be very important to Miao Jiang."

"The bloodline of the Holy Son?" It was the first time Qingluo heard this statement.

"Yes, the bloodline of the Holy Son." Mei Luochen said, "The bloodline of the Holy Son and the yang and yin of the Holy Girl are mutually reinforcing. This is why his blood was able to save you back then, but it also made your bloodline thinner. You It is not just a coincidence that he is able to save you in time several times. It is a call from the bloodline. It can be said that Miao Jiang created the bloodline of the Holy Son to protect and save the name of the Holy Maiden at critical moments. .In Miaojiang, the saint is supreme, but the life of the son is somewhat sad."

Qing Luo was fascinated by what she heard.

Looking back carefully on the past, there were indeed too many times when Lan Hao always appeared by her side unexpectedly.

And always when she was in trouble.

She always thought it was a coincidence.

Unexpectedly, such a fact is hidden behind it.

so……

Lan Hao knew the relationship between himself and him a long time ago?
How could he hide it so deeply!

"I'll save him." Qingluo raised her head and said to Mei Luochen.

"I'll send someone to follow you."

"No need." Qing Luo refused, "To deal with those wizards, ordinary people are useless. I am enough alone. After sleeping for so long, my body and spirit have fully recovered. If you want to deal with a few wizards, There will be no problem."

"Alright, then you can ride my Zhaoye Lion." Mei Luochen immediately asked someone to bring his mount.

A snow-white Zhaoye lion horse.

This horse is also a one-in-a-million BMW.

It was no slower than Qing Luo's bloody horse.

"Thank you second brother, I'll go now."

There is no need for my own family to say anything, and Qingluo is not too polite, she turns over and rides on the horse, flicks the whip, Zhao Ye Lion rushes out like a bright lightning bolt.

Her riding skills were taught by Lin Jinyu himself.

I didn't expect that the first time I was so fast, it was to save people.

Those wizards did not know what method they used to slip away very fast.

Even Qingluo rode the Zhaoye Lion and chased them for thousands of miles before seeing their traces.

All her bones were about to be smashed to pieces!
Seeing these sorcerers, I was very angry.

"You're looking for death!" She turned around, and Zhaoye Lion stopped in front of the three wizards.

Lan Hao was indeed in their hands.

But at this moment, he closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

The three wizards looked a little embarrassed, but when they saw Qing Luo, they were not surprised but happy.

"Okay, Your Highness the Holy Maiden, you are finally here." One of the wizards in black robes laughed excitedly, "It is worthwhile for us to snatch the Holy Son, and the Holy Maiden will chase after him desperately."

Another red-robed wizard who was carrying Lan Hao said with a strange smile: "If we knew this, we wouldn't need to bother us so much. Just take the Holy Son back!"

"Sure enough, the records in the classics are correct," the third green-robed wizard laughed. "The holy son and the holy daughter are mutually mutually restraining and attract each other. They are destined to love each other, but they will die for it."

Destined to fall in love?
Qingluo sneered: "Fart your mother!"

The green robe was stunned: "Saint, how can you be so rude? A saint should be holy, flawless and extremely noble."

"I'll just utter bad words, I'll scold the eighteen generations of your ancestors in Miao Jiang to death!" Qingluo was angered by them, and yelled at them.

If it weren't for these wizards playing tricks behind the scenes, there wouldn't be so many things.

Liang Sheng of the Northern Qi Dynasty would not do wrong things, and would not die alone now.

Lin Jinyu of Da Zhou would not have fallen off a cliff and suffered so much.

The Mei family would not have so many casualties.

Nor does she herself turn into an ageless monster.

Although rationality told her not to do it, all the things here made Qingluo wish to rush to Miaojiang and exterminate their clan.

The three wizards watched her yelling quietly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

When Qingluo got tired of cursing, the black-robed wizard seized the time and said, "Your Highness, as long as you come back with me, we will naturally not harm the Holy Son."

"Are you sick? I don't want to go at all. You force me to go. What good will it do you?" Qing Luo sighed, "You let him go. I don't want to kill any more people."

The black robe said with a smile: "Although your Highness has a strong bloodline, you have not been exposed to witchcraft for a short time after all. I am afraid that you are not an opponent of our three guardians."

"Three guardians?"

"Originally it was the Four Great Protectors, but the other one seemed to be bestowed to death by His Highness the Holy Maiden." The red robe smiled.

Judging by his tone, it seems that being given death by a saint is a very honorable thing.

"I give you death now, are you willing to die?"

Qingluo asked with a serious expression.

In fact, she could also feel that the power of these three people had become very powerful.

It seems that they were deliberately concealing their strength before.

(End of this chapter)