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Looking at Jiujiu who was standing opposite her, Qingluan had tears of remorse in her eyes, and said in a stern voice: "Master, Qingluan knows it's wrong."

If she had followed Jiujiu's words and given up the chance to be with that man, she would not have ended up like this now.

Thinking of what he had lost, as well as the man's ruthlessness and his vicious words, Qingluan's heart was as cold as ice water.

Qingluan lowered her eyes, a tear slid down the corner of her eye, and then quickly flew to Jiujiu's palm, Jiujiu only heard Qingluan whisper: "Master, help me take good care of my child, if there is an afterlife, Qingluan Luan is like a cow or a horse, but also to repay the owner's great kindness."

After Qingluan finished speaking, blood overflowed from his mouth, and he killed himself by biting his tongue.

And the baby in Jiujiu's arms seemed to realize that he had lost his mother, and suddenly opened his eyes and cried, his eyes were red from crying, and he looked quite pitiful.

Jiujiu rocked the baby very naturally, looked at the group of Taoist priests standing opposite her while coaxing her, and said coldly, "Who is it?"

Jiujiu didn't name the person who said this, but everyone knew that the one she asked was Qingluan's lover.

Jiujiu's eyes were as sharp as swords, and there was a layer of frost on the place where his gaze passed. The people who originally wanted to join the group and attack were frightened by Jiujiu's hand, and immediately lost their minds.

People's hearts are inherently selfish. If the lover deceived Qingluan in order to improve his cultivation, then other Taoist priests would naturally sacrifice him for self-protection.

Looking at the man who was exposed by everyone, he was really handsome, especially those eyes, even though Qing Luan was so miserable, they were still as clear and transparent as spring water.

Jiujiu raised the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly, "He's such a wonderful person, I'm a little moved by seeing it."

Although the man improved his cultivation level because he swallowed Qingluan's tears, he was sneaky before, and he didn't swallow many tears at all. On the contrary, it was because he could improve his cultivation level by being upside down with Qingluan, so he was cultivating He was quite careless about things, so that his cultivation base was exceptionally mediocre among all his seniors.

Being watched by Jiujiu at this moment, his body trembled a little.

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 extremely sad teardrop, and this one can improve your cultivation for hundreds of years." , do you want it?"

Think, naturally want it very much.

A single tear can improve a hundred years of cultivation,

Who doesn't want such a beautiful thing.

The man naturally wanted it very much, but seeing the sarcasm on Jiujiu's face and the taunt at the corner of his mouth, the sentence of wanting was stuck in his throat and he didn't dare to say it, he just stood there and didn't dare to move.

"You came here because of her?"

Xuanwu suddenly appeared behind Jiujiu, and asked after seeing Qingluan who was lying on the ground without breath.

Jiujiu didn't expect Xuanwu to be able to keep up with him. You know, he came here with a teleportation array, but Xuanwu was going to come out from Naihe Bridge.

"How did you come?"

"I'm afraid you won't want to jump into Wangchuan again." Thinking of the last time he saw Jiujiu's drenched body dripping in Wangchuan, Xuanwu couldn't help but pull his lips.

Jiujiu: "I'm not interested in Wang Chuan, by the way, tell me, if I kill him, will there be any punishment?"

Jiujiu raised her finger and pointed at the man standing opposite her, and asked Xuanwu with a smile on her face, as if what she was talking about was not killing people, but that the weather today was very nice and comfortable.

Xuanwu raised his eyelids to look in the direction of Jiujiu's finger, raised his hand and squeezed it for a moment, then said: "He will die soon, why bother to dirty your hands?"

Jiujiu: "Can you figure it out?"

Xuanwu: "There is nothing in this world that I cannot figure out."

Jiujiu: "Then can you figure out where I come from?"

Xuanwu raised his hand to calculate, and after only a moment, Xuanwu's face became solemn, especially when he calculated Jiujiu's origin, he couldn't figure out anything.

Xuanwu used several algorithms in a row, but the final result was nothingness. Xuanwu looked at Jiujiu with a frown, and said after a while: "I can't figure it out."

Jiujiu asked Xuanwu to help him figure out where he came from, so he didn't have any hope. Seeing that Xuanwu really couldn't figure it out, although he was a little disappointed, but because it made sense, he didn't ask any more, just looked at the standing The man opposite him asked puzzledly, "Didn't you say that his life is not long? Why isn't he dead yet?"

Xuanwu: "Die now."

As soon as Xuanwu finished speaking, a soul appeared in his hand. If you look carefully, you can see that the soul looks exactly like the man, but the difference is that this soul is so weak that it looks like a finger. A fragile thing that can be crushed to death.

Jiujiu didn't expect that the soul of the man who would say that he killed his own child was such a weak thing. Sure enough, the weaker he was, the more he would tell others that he was powerful by shouting slogans.

Jiujiu squeezed the soul in Xuanwu's hand into the palm of his hand, looked at the trembling soul because of being pinched by him, chuckled, then set up the teleportation formation, and brought Xuanwu back to Huangquan.

Back at Mengpo Village, after putting the child into Xuanwu's hands, Jiujiu went outside to pick a Bana flower, and began to cook Mengpo soup.

Jiujiu had never cooked Mengpo soup before, but because she remembered that Xuanwu used Bi'an flowers to cook Mengpo soup, she also learned how Xuanwu used Bi'an flowers to cook soup, but this time, she added Qingluan's tears to this bowl of soup .

After the soup was cooked, Jiujiu poured the soup into the bottom of the bowl, put it in front of the soul, and signaled him to drink the bowl of Mengpo soup.

The soul thought that he would be treated cruelly by Jiujiu, but who knew that Jiujiu did not torture him, but cooked him a bowl of soup, and when he thought of the three words Meng Pozhuang he saw when he came, he knew, Jiujiu The bowl of soup Jiu gave him was Meng Po soup.

However, the Mengpo soup that Jiujiu gave him was not tasty. If the soup that Qingluan gave him before was like honey, then the bowl of Mengpo soup that Jiujiu gave him was sour and smelly, and it was also delicious. Mixed with this fishy smell and some weird textures, this is the worst food in the world.

Because he was afraid of Jiujiu, the man almost poured down the bowl of soup against his scalp, and his face turned blue after drinking it.

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

Under Jiujiu's lust, the man nodded tremblingly: "It's delicious."

"You are so hypocritical."

Jiujiu chuckled, Qingluan's tears were added to this bowl of soup, which was full of Qingluan's emotions before his death, love and hatred, as well as those inexplicable disappointments and resentments, and she used it in forgetfulness. The Bianhua flowers on the edge of the river, so this bowl of soup contains not only Qingluan's resentment, but also the resentment of Wangchuan's countless evil spirits, it can be said to be the worst thing in the world to drink. Wechat search official account: wmdy66, you are lonely, Miss Sister warms you with movies