Gulp——
Next to her was a little girl with hair braided with grass ropes, looking at the sweet mooncakes with saliva dripping from her mouth, but she only dared to s*ck on her fingers.
“You can’t stare at Martial Uncle Wu.”
The little girl’s mother was thin and skinny, like a stalk of straw standing in the field.
She looked at Ying Bing with an obedient yet fearful gaze, just like the other villagers.
This was also why the villagers did not dare to approach her.
Such a fairy-like young lady who could walk alone in the South Border, she must be either a powerful martial artist or a divine servant serving the witch spirit, or perhaps simply a very strong monster.
Ying Bing was very familiar with this kind of gaze.
In the past, when she descended, all living beings revered her as if she were a deity.
It was something she once took for granted.
But why now… did she feel uncomfortable?
“You can try one.”
Ying Bing summoned some clouds and gently placed the mooncake in the little girl’s arms.
“Thank you, Fairy Sister!”
The little girl was very happy, while the surrounding villagers, especially her mother, suddenly changed their expressions.
She knelt on the ground, knocking her head repeatedly:
“Mistress, she’s still young, please spare her.”
“Please.”
Her first knock broke her head, bl**d, sweat, tears mixed with dirt, indistinguishable.
“I have no ill intentions.”
A ray of moonlight shone down, enveloping the woman.
If it weren’t for the use of consciousness soul, this misunderstanding might not have been resolved.
The little girl licked the mooncake and said it was sweet with a face full of happiness, only then did the woman believe that this cold young lady had no ill intentions.
However, except for the little girl, no one else dared to approach her.
“Sister, this is the map you wanted.”
“Thank you.”
Ying Bing took the map, and when she saw the little girl bite off a piece of the Q version of Little Li, she paused slightly.
After a moment, she lowered her head and began to examine the rough hunter’s map.
“Sister Tianxian, who are you thinking of?”
Little Fuying, the girl, put away the mooncake and curiously asked.
“I’m looking at the map.”
Ying Bing flattened the map, her clear eyes paused, and she shook her head lightly.
“But Mother misses Father, that’s the expression.”
Fuying tilted her head and pointed to a mountain not far away:
“So, sister, what mountain is this?”
The little girl’s eyes were pure and innocent, yet they left people speechless.
“That’s…”
Ying Bing’s face froze.
Just now, she was looking at the map, and this mountain was so close to Bao Ping Town, she remembered seeing it before.
Why couldn’t she remember it now?
So the young lady lowered her eyes again to look at the map.
Outside is Li Mo Mountain, next to the mountain there is a Li Mo River, by the Li Mo River there is a Li Mo Forest, where the Li Mo clan lives…
“?”
Ying Bing’s clear eyes stopped.
“This is Bao Ping Town, the mountain is naturally Bao Ping Mountain.”
Fuying suddenly felt that this sister wasn’t so scary after all.
At this moment.
The sunlight seemed to be blocked by something, and the map filled with Little Li images instantly dimmed.
Ying Bing raised her head to look.
She saw a huge Peng bird spreading its wings like a black cloud, bringing an endless fierce aura.
Its sharp beak opened, and surprisingly, human words came out:
“Hehehe!”
“Let me see if there are any children eating!”
The villagers instantly panicked, running around in chaos.
The Peng bird circled in the air, suddenly using its excellent vision to spot the little girl holding the mooncake and fleeing, and let out another strange laugh, flying over swiftly.
Strong winds swept through.
Fuying was so scared her face turned pale, her small body already covered by the Peng bird’s shadow.
At this moment, a sudden moonlight appeared under the sun.
The Peng bird’s figure suddenly stopped.
Because there was already a sword as sharp as frost around its neck, the cold light almost cutting its neck.
The sword wielder was the celestial-like young lady.
“Do you know the way to the Qingluan clan?”
The young lady’s calm voice sounded.
“Brave one, how dare you…”
The Peng bird opened its dry and hoarse mouth, trying to say something threatening.
Swish—
Moonlight flashed.
Feathers fell.
The Peng bird suddenly felt a cool sensation on its head, as cold as the sword light from before, as cold as the clear and noble young lady’s eyes.
“The Qingluan upper clan dislikes humans and all male beings…”
Swish—
The young lady no longer spoke, and the sword light flashed again.
The Peng bird became even more bald; even in its originally fierce eyes, there emerged a few traces of heartbreak and grievance.
“Let’s talk things out! We can discuss this!”
Birds need beautiful feathers, especially those on their heads, for courtship…
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On the other side.
Three bronze horses pulled the carriage, their four hooves flying as if they were really flying low in the sky, which allowed them to traverse the twisted, desolate, and muddy terrain of the South Border smoothly.
Li Mo and the others, who had left the South Gate in early autumn, finally arrived at the first stop in the South Border as the autumn season was not yet intense.
They could already see the majestic mountains stretching far away.
“This place doesn’t seem very lively.”
Li Mo looked outside the carriage window, through the dark cloud gauze. He simulated clothing that matched the South Border’s style, wearing a headband and a black robe embroidered with strange beasts.
Throughout the journey, he saw many prosperous and desolate scenes, witnessing many living beings struggling to survive in the cracks.
Compared to the villages and towns he had seen along the way, Bao Ping Town was not particularly prosperous.
Huang Donglai nodded:
“This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with very few merchants passing through, so naturally, there are fewer people.”
“However, as long as you don’t carry too much supplies and move fast enough, it’s a great place to go to the Ming Jiao Clan Territory.”
Li Mo glanced at the map, recalling Huang Donglai’s recent descriptions.
The closer they got to the South Gate, the more docile the monsters became, and the denser the garrison troops stationed there.
And the deeper into the South Border, the weaker Da Yu’s influence became.
No longer were the garrison troops protecting the peace; instead, it was the ‘Witch Spirit’ that the people believed in.
“Brother Li, that…”
Murong Xiao finished his daily exercises to suppress his bloodline and suddenly spoke awkwardly.
“It’s used up again?”
Li Mo was stunned and took out a gold brick, breaking it into small pieces.
“Um… I’ll definitely return it to Brother Li when we get back to Ziyang Mansion.”
Murong Xiao’s expression became increasingly ashamed.
“Why? Do you want to accumulate virtue alone?”
Li Mo smiled and shook his head, taking out medicinal herbs and food.
The more chaotic the world, the more life was treated like grass.
Murong Xiao, adhering to doing good deeds, never ignored suffering he saw on the road.
With his kind nature, even if it wasn’t for suppressing his bloodline, he would have done it anyway.
Actually, quite a part of it could be considered an investment by Li Mo.
Well, not exactly an investment.
Perhaps it was because his realm had become higher.
Even saving ordinary people’s lives brought little feedback.
After preparing alms for Murong Xiao, the carriage had already reached the town entrance.
Under the signboard with the word ‘Bao Ping’.
But as soon as they arrived at the town entrance, they saw a crowd of people ahead, the local people dressed in strange clothes, discussing incessantly.
“Why would Fuying secretly communicate with the monster clan?”
“That day, she talked to that fairy, could that fairy be a monster?”
“Stop the child’s mother! The soldiers can’t be provoked…”
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Hmm?
Li Mo raised an eyebrow.
His gaze pierced through the crowd, seeing a thin child kneeling on stage, her face pale, lips white.
A bare-chested executioner was drinking strong liquor, his axe thicker than the child’s waist.
Looking at the sky, the official sitting on the high platform shouted loudly:
“The time has come!”
“Execute!”
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PS: In my dying illness, I sit up in shock, the King of Hell praises my good health.
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