Chapter 1532

Looking at Jiujiu standing opposite him, qingluan shed tears of regret in his eyes and said in his throat, "villa leader, qingluan knows he's wrong."

If she obeyed Jiujiu and gave up the chance to be with that man, she would not end up like this.

Thinking of what he had lost, and the man's fickleness and righteousness, as well as the vicious words, qingluan's heart was as cold as ice water.

Qingluan lowered her eyes, and a drop of tears slipped down the corner of her eyes. Then she quickly flew to Jiujiu's palm. Jiujiu only heard qingluan whispering, "villa leader, help me take care of my child. If there is an afterlife, qingluan will repay the villa leader's great kindness as an ox and a horse."

Qingluan said, his mouth overflowed with blood, but he bit his tongue and killed himself.

The baby in Jiujiu's arms seemed to realize that he had lost his mother. He suddenly opened his eyes and cried. His eyes were red and looked quite pitiful.

Jiujiu shook the baby very naturally, coaxed and looked at the group of Taoists standing opposite him. She said coldly, "who is it?"

Jiujiu didn't name who it was, but everyone knew who she asked was qingluan's lover.

Jiujiu's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and there was a layer of frost where her eyes crossed. The people who originally wanted to attack with the crowd were frightened by Jiujiu's hand and immediately had no mind.

The heart is selfish. That lover deceives qingluan in order to improve his cultivation, so other Taoists can naturally sacrifice him for self-protection.

Looking at the man exposed by the public, he was really beautiful, especially his eyes. Even if the cheated qingluan was so miserable, he was still as clear and transparent as a spring.

Jiujiu lifted up the corners of her mouth and said with a slight smile, "I'm really a wonderful person. I'm moved to see it."

Although the man improved his accomplishments by swallowing qingluan's tears, he had been sneaky before. He didn't swallow many tears at all. On the contrary, he could improve his accomplishments by falling in love with qingluan. Therefore, he didn't pay much attention to his cultivation, so that his accomplishments were particularly general among all his martial brothers.

Being watched by Jiujiu at the moment, her bones trembled.

Seeing that the man didn't speak, Jiujiu raised his hand, and a teardrop floated in the palm of his hand. Jiujiu looked at the man and said, "this is qingluan's most sad teardrop. This one can improve your accomplishments for hundreds of years. Do you want it?"

Yes, naturally.

One tear can improve one hundred years of cultivation. Who doesn't want such beautiful things.

The man naturally wanted to, but when he saw the ridicule on Jiujiu's face and the ridicule from the corners of his mouth, he stuck in his throat and didn't dare to say it. He just stood in place and didn't dare to move.

"Are you here for her?"

Xuanwu suddenly appeared behind Jiujiu and asked qingluan, who had no breath on the ground.

Jiujiu didn't expect that Xuanwu could keep up with him. You know, he came through the transmission array, but Xuanwu came out of the Naihe bridge.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid you can't think of jumping out of the river again." thinking of the appearance of Jiujiu dripping with water in the river last time, Xuanwu couldn't help but pull his lips.

Jiujiu: "I'm not interested in forgetting Sichuan. By the way, do you think I'll be punished if I kill him?"

Jiujiu raised her finger and pointed to the man standing opposite her. She asked Xuanwu with a beautiful smile, as if she was not talking about killing, but the weather today is very good and comfortable.

Xuanwu raised his eyes and looked at the direction of Jiujiu's fingers. He raised his hand and kneaded it for a moment. Then he said, "his life is not long. Why should you dirty your hand?"

Jiujiu: "can you figure it out?"

Xuanwu: "there is nothing in the world that I can't figure out."

Jiujiu: "can you calculate where I come from?"

Xuanwu raised his hand and calculated. Just for a moment, Xuanwu's face became dignified. Especially when he calculated where Jiujiu came from, he couldn't calculate anything.

Xuanwu used several algorithms, but the final result was nothingness. Xuanwu frowned at Jiujiu. A moment later, he said, "I can't calculate."

Jiujiu asked Xuanwu to help him figure out where he came from. He didn't hold any hope. Seeing Xuanwu, he couldn't figure it out. Although he was disappointed, he didn't ask again because it was reasonable. He just looked at the man standing opposite him and wondered, "didn't you say he's dying soon? Why hasn't he died yet?"

Xuanwu: "die now."

As like as two peas in the air, he has a soul in his hand. He can see that the soul is exactly the same as man in the careful look, but the difference is that the soul is so weak that it looks like a fragile thing that fingers can kill.

Jiujiu didn't expect that the soul of the man who would kill his own children was such a weak thing. Sure enough, the weaker he was, the more he shouted slogans to tell others that he was powerful.

Jiujiuyi squeezed the soul in Xuanwu's hand into the palm of his hand, looked at the soul trembling because he was pinched by himself, smiled, and then set up a transmission array to return to the yellow spring with Xuanwu.

After returning to Mengpo village and putting the child into Xuanwu's hand, Jiujiu went outside to pick a flower on the other side of the river and began to cook Mengpo soup.

Jiujiu had never cooked Mengpo soup before, but because she remembered that Xuanwu cooked Mengpo soup with the other shore flower, she also learned that Xuanwu cooked the soup with the other shore flower, but this time, she added qingluan's tears to the soup.

Cook the soup, Jiujiu put it at the bottom of the bowl, put it in front of the soul, and motioned him to drink the bowl of Mengpo soup.

The soul thought that she would be treated cruelly by Jiujiu, but who knew that instead of torturing him, Jiujiu cooked him a bowl of soup. Thinking of the three words mengpozhuang when she came, she knew that the bowl of soup Jiujiu gave him was Mengpo soup.

However, the Mengpo soup Jiujiu gave him is not good to drink. If qingluan used to give him the soup like honey, then the Mengpo soup Jiujiu gave him is sour and smelly, mixed with the fishy smell and some strange taste. It's just the worst thing in the world.

Because he was afraid of Jiujiu, the man almost poured the bowl of soup into his stomach against his scalp. After drinking it, his face turned blue.

Looking at the ugly face of the man's soul, Jiujiu raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "is it good?"

Under the authority of Jiujiu, the man nodded tremblingly: "good drink."

"You are so hypocritical."

Jiujiu chuckled. This bowl of soup was filled with qingluan's tears. It was full of qingluan's emotions before his death, love, hate and friendship, as well as those unspeakable disappointments and resentments. Moreover, she used the other shore flower on the edge of forgetting Sichuan. Therefore, this bowl of soup contained not only qingluan's resentment, but also the resentment of countless evil spirits in forgetting Sichuan. It can be said that it is the most difficult thing to drink in the world.