My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

Their stature gradually decreased, and some of the refugees on the ground had already spotted them.

Suddenly, a large area collapsed, and the scope of the fall was gradually expanding.

By the time the two girls landed, there were no more refugees standing.

Their clothes were tattered, their faces were gray, their bodies exuded a foul smell, and their facial features were deep, skinny, like dead wood, shivering in the late autumn of this winter.

But no one dared to make a single sound, and they all knelt in place.

There is no joy of meeting immortals, and there is no joy of salvation.

Some are just thin heads that are deep in the dust.

Ling Qingjue looked at these refugees calmly.

This is the civilian population of this world.

This is the immortal of this world.

This is the world in which the ruling class spreads to a group of individuals with individual powers.

Life and death are all based on personal preference, and mortal life is like a mustard, and cultivators don't need any reason to kill people at all, nor do they need to bear any responsibility.

The Righteous Dao Sect is a little better, if it is the sphere of influence of the Demon Sect, then the civilians are really like captive domestic animals, all kinds of blood sacrifices for their own strength, and slaughter is not uncommon.

And Zhao Hongying obviously has never seen this kind of scene of kneeling down and being silent.

I don't know what to do at this time.

The heroic little face looked at the shadow in front of him a little helplessly.

Ling Qingjue couldn't help but hesitate, took a step forward, and said to the group of refugees:

"Who is the leader among you, please come out."

The soft voice, unhurried, travels far away.

Suddenly, a big man kneeling on the ground not far away hurriedly got up and trotted over with his head down.

Then he knelt down again about three feet away from the two women.

"It's small, I don't know what the fairy commands."

Ling Qingjue glanced at Zhao Hongying with his eyes, and motioned to look at you next.

Zhao Hongying stepped forward and began to ask, during which she wanted to let the big man get up, but the big man hurriedly said that he didn't dare to dare.

After all, the flying immortals, in their eyes, are already as noble as the emperor of their own country.

How dare you talk on an equal footing.

Ling Qingjue looked at Zhao Hongying's unfamiliar appearance and couldn't help but laugh.

However, it seems that the immortal cultivation forces that control the Yan Kingdom are not the Demon Dao Sect, if so, these civilians have already begun to flee when they see them.

After a while, with the cooperation of the big man, they had already understood the matter.

It is about 150 miles away from here in the north, for some reason, a beast tide broke out, and several county towns have fallen, and the national army is difficult to resist, so the people can only flee to the south.

Knowing the situation, Zhao Hongying said goodbye to the big man and continued to fly north in a burst of fear.

After they left, it took a long time for the refugees to raise their heads and stagger to their feet.

At this time, a thin man approached the big man and patted the big man on the back.

They grew up together and had a good relationship.

sighed:

"This is the fairy, I don't know how much better than the above-eyed monks worshiped in our country, hehe, did I thank you just now?"

Suddenly, when the big man heard the thin man's words, he hurriedly looked at the refugees around him, and found that they hadn't heard them, so he put a little snack.

Then he slapped the thin man on the back of the head, and whispered angrily:

"Dog, have you forgotten the first article of our Great Yan Law? Seeing immortals is like seeing the emperor, even more respectful, not the slightest transgression, otherwise the immortals may not pursue you, but the country will also kill you on the spot, you are talking about immortals here, if you are heard to report to the yamen, I can't protect you. The

thin man was beaten, his body staggered, and he realized that the man was really angry, and he closed his mouth.

Dahan's expression eased slightly when he saw that his friend was no longer stupid.

Remembering the calm conversation of the two fairies before, he couldn't help but murmur, "Maybe we can go back soon." "

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