My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

Zheng Si'er stopped, turned her head annoyed and said to Mu Qinghe behind her:

"Deaf? I'm calling you!"

"Huh? Are you calling me?"

Mu Qinghe covered her small mouth with her hand, and looked at Zheng Si'er in front of her in surprise, as if she just discovered it.

"I don't think we have anyone here to say hello?"

Zheng Si'er was twitched by the blue veins on her forehead, but he had a question to ask her, so it's not easy to reprimand her now.

"Let me ask you, what do you mean by what you said to Brother Ling?"

"Which sentence?"

Mu Qinghe was a little puzzled, so she asked back, but Zheng Si'er blushed pretty unexpectedly, and said falteringly:

"It's... just... the meaning of giving you a kiss."

"Did you hear that?!"

Mu Qinghe's bright eyes opened slightly, this time she was really surprised.

When I said this, my voice was very soft, Daoist Ling should be able to hear it!

"I can't hear you so close, do you think I'm deaf like you?"

Mu Qinghe's cheeks were glowing, and she was a little flustered for a while, but she quickly stabilized her position and returned to her calm and relaxed appearance.

She first looked at Zheng Sirer with interest and said jokingly:

"You care?"

"Daozhang Ling is my sworn brother. Is it normal for me to care? Don't talk nonsense, tell me or not!"

Zheng Si'er's tone was a little anxious.

She really wanted to know about the relationship between Brother Ling and this demon girl. Seeing that Brother Ling didn't react much after being pressed against the wall by this woman and forced to kiss him, it was hard not to suspect that the two had some other relationship.

But according to what Ling Xiaodong said, at most it was just acquaintance.

Mu Qinghe looked at Zheng Si'er with a full smile, her bright eyes slightly gazing, her eyes flickering.

She pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "I won't tell you."

"you!"

Zheng Si'er glared at her angrily, feeling as if she had been tricked.

"Sure enough, the people in this cult are not good people!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? My relationship with Taoist Ling is very important to you?"

Mu Qinghe held her head up slightly, her expression high and high, as proud as a winner in a struggle.

"It's okay to tell you, Daoist Ling kissed me on his own initiative, hugged and hugged, kissed and touched me. At that time, we were surrounded by powerful enemies and still depended on each other for life and death. Are you satisfied?"

Chapter 45 Hell on Earth

Zheng Sier opened her mouth slightly, pretending to be dull looking at Mu Qinghe, who was proud of herself, with the tip of the long knife in her hand hanging down to the ground.

After a long time, she finally came to her senses, blushing and scolded Mu Qinghe coquettishly:

"You...you really are a female hooligan!"

"Your younger brother Ling took the initiative first, why did you become my hooligan?"

Mu Qinghe raised her slender eyebrows, and a little red cloud climbed up her slender neck.

Although she was calm on the surface, it still made her feel very ashamed to tell others about these things openly.

But at this time, in order to dispel her younger sister's spirit, she was unwilling to fall into a disadvantage, and the atmosphere between the two fell into a strange comparison.

"A cult is a cult. Why are you saints so shameless? Is this the style of Luojiao?"

Zheng Si'er ignored Mu Qinghe who was in full swing at this time, but looked at Grandma Mo once again.

Grandma Mo lowered her head and remained silent, watching her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose.

She also knew that Her Majesty's words today were a bit inappropriate, like being kissed and touched by a man said something, it really damaged her noble and holy image.

"My holy religion is about everyone loving each other. Mother loves everyone in the world. Everyone in the world is brothers and sisters, and they should love each other, regardless of gender, age, or status. Since they are so equal, my identity and who I like are not the same. What's the relationship between things?"

Mu Qinghe held her head high and said it as a matter of course.

"Even if His Royal Highness has sworn obeisance to Daoist Ling, it doesn't matter who he likes, right?"

"I...I...you...you..."

Zheng Si'er's dimple was flushed red, he hesitated for a long time but couldn't say a word.

"Then don't I have to call you, sister-in-law?"

She thought hard for a long time, a thin layer of sweat dripped from her delicate forehead, and then she thought of wanting to overwhelm this witch in terms of seniority.

Mu Qinghe was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, her shy expression instantly subsided, her blushing subsided, and she regained her original calmness.

She said coldly:

"That's not enough. After all, Daoist Ling and I have nothing to do with each other. You worry too much."

"Ah? Why? Don't you like Brother Ling?"

Zheng Si'er was stunned by this unexpected answer, then opened her eyes wide and suddenly realized:

"Then it must be that brother Ling doesn't like you!"

As soon as these words came out, a smile immediately appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she nodded frequently, as if things should be like this.

"I don't know what Daoist Ling thinks, but compared to the affair between men and women, I have more important responsibilities to shoulder."

Mu Qinghe lowered her head and retracted her eyelashes, so that Zheng Si'er could not see her expression clearly.

Zheng Si'er noticed something was wrong with Mu Qinghe, and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

"You don't have to know, you won't understand even if you tell me."

Mu Qinghe raised her head, cast a contemptuous glance at Zheng Sier, and said lightly:

"Little girl like you, let's continue to play house with Taoist Ling, as long as he will kindly accompany you to play this boring game."

"Hey! What do you mean? Who do you look down on?"

Zheng Si'er was short of breath, but Mu Qinghe ignored her. Instead, she took the initiative to walk to the front of the team, waved the precious Infinite Lotus Tribulation Sword in her hand, and cut off the branches and thorns in front of her.

The edge of the sword passed by in a flash, and the branches and leaves of the grass and trees could not even produce the slightest resistance in front of the sword, and fell to the grass one after another.

Logically speaking, it doesn't take much effort, but Mu Qinghe swung it with extreme force, making bursts of piercing sounds in the air, as if venting the anger in her heart, or cutting off the black hair of the past.

"Didn't you just say that it is not allowed to cut down trees?"

Zheng Si'er muttered in a low voice:

"What a freak."

Since then, the three of them searched forward in silence, and no one said a word.

It was unknown how long they had been walking in the dark, but Mu Qinghe, who was walking first, suddenly stopped, and looked around vigilantly to the left and right.

"what happened?"

She put the long knife in her hand across her chest, and her sharp eyes swept across the depths of the forest.

Mu Qinghe twitched her nose slightly and said in a deep voice:

"It smells bloody!"

"where?"

"north!"

Mu Qinghe turned her head and glanced at Grandma Mo, who nodded and pinched the lotus seal in her hand.

Although Zheng Si'er couldn't understand what she was doing, she immediately felt that there was a layer of thin gauze covering her head, covering the breath and voice of the three of them under this invisible gauze .

"Why didn't you use it before?"

"If you use it all the time on the road, you will consume too much spiritual power. If you find Heiwuchang, Grandma Mo will not be able to open the world of compassion."

After Mu Qinghe briefly explained, she lowered her body and walked towards the opposite side that smelled strongly of blood.

Zheng Sirer held the handle of the knife firmly all the way, sweat dripping from her delicate palms. She took every step lightly and with extreme caution.

Although not afraid, but still a little nervous.

She knew how powerful her master was. If she let her master be her opponent, she might be able to crush herself with both hands and straight feet, and crush herself to death as easily as crushing an ant.

Otherwise, Wenren Yiqing wouldn't be so famous that the Xiongnu in the Northern Territory would be frightened by the news, and the crap would be thrown away when they saw the Renren banner.

And the Right Protector of Luo Jiao is a great master who is second only to her own master, so she couldn't help but be prepared.

The three of them walked to the edge of the bush. The smell of blood was so strong that it made people frown. The air was filled with the smell of rust and decay.

Mu Qinghe stretched out her hand to push away the branches, and there was an open space in front of her. She looked forward intently, but she froze in place.

Since Zheng Si'er blocked her view, she had no choice but to stretch her neck behind Mu Qinghe and look forward over her shoulder.

"This is!"

Her eyes were wide open, although she had seen many scenes of blood and flesh flying everywhere on the battlefield, with stumped limbs everywhere, but the things in front of her still made her stomach churn.

There is a newly built simple wooden house in that open space, and there is a small pond excavated by man beside the wooden house.

There are seven or eight wooden stakes erected around the edge of the pond, and each stake is tied with a naked woman. They all have different appearances, the only similarity is that they are extremely dry, with their heads bowed, just Like a mummy.

Their stomachs were cut open, and the organs inside were missing. Only a pink umbilical cord stretched out from the empty belly, and it was connected to the pond water.

The water in the pool was scarlet, with flies buzzing and dancing on it, which was obviously the source of all the stench.

Only then did Zheng Si'er realize that the entire pool of water was actually made up of blood!

And those women's umbilical cords are connected to the corpses of babies not the size of a palm, floating on the stinky blood with scattered hearts, livers, spleens and lungs!

"vomit!"

Mu Qinghe closed her eyes, supported the tree trunk beside her with one hand, turned her head and retched.

Chapter 46 Counting

On the contrary, Mu Qinghe, who was pampered and pampered on weekdays, was not as good as Zheng Sier, who had been on the battlefield and seen the flesh and blood grinder.

Even if she saw the corpses of refugees starved to death by the side of the road, she would feel sad for a long time. How could she have seen such a bloody scene?

Zheng Si'er on the side quickly regained his composure.

She pulled Mu Qinghe and bent down, making their figures disappear into the jungle of branches again, and turned back to look at Grandma Mo seriously. ,

"Should I tell Brother Ling that they will reconcile, or should we fight directly?"

Grandma Mo closed her eyes and swept across the wooden house in the open space with her spiritual sense, her pale eyebrows were tightened, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to be getting more.

"There is only one person in the room, and that's right, Heiwuchang."

She then shook her head at Zheng Si'er again:

"There's no need to call them. With the old man here, he can't run away."

"Well, what should we do? Just rush in?" Zheng Si'er asked hurriedly.

She clenched her hand tightly to the handle of the knife at her waist. Ever since she saw those girls who were tied to wooden stakes, they were tortured to death and insulted to the corpses. She was already furious.

Now I just feel that the long knife in the sheath is hot, and I wish I could immediately kill this black impermanence on the spot.

"Not urgent."

Grandma Mo said slowly: "The compassionate world of Laoshen doesn't distinguish between enemy and friend. As long as you step into that realm, you won't have the thought of hurting each other. If you step in rashly, you will also be affected."

"Then what should we do?"

"Your Highness, don't worry, I can control the size and location of the small world, but it takes a little time to adjust."

Grandma Mo walked to Mu Qinghe's side, held one arm of her, and slowly patted her back with the other hand, which made her feel better.

"At that time, I can only target the people in the room and control the world of compassion within three inches of his body. You can just go in and kill him. Hei Wuchang will not have the slightest thought of hurting you when he sees you."