Looking at Jiujiu standing opposite him, Qingluan's eyes burst into tears of regret and said in a stern voice: "Master, Qingluan knows that she is wrong."

If she had listened to Jiujiu and gave up the opportunity to be with that man, she would not have ended up like this now.

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

Qingluan lowered her eyes, and a tear slid down the corner of her eyes, 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 a next life, Qingluan will also repay the owner's great kindness and virtue."

After Qingluan finished speaking, blood was leaking from her mouth and she actually bit her tongue and committed suicide.

The baby in Jiujiu's arms seemed to notice that he had lost his mother, and suddenly opened his eyes and cried red, looking quite pitiful.

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

Jiujiu didn't name anyone, but everyone knew that the person she was asking was Qingluan's lover.

Jiujiu's eyes were sharp like swords, and there was a layer of frost on the way across the line of sight. The people who were originally thinking about attacking him were frightened by Jiujiu's hand and immediately lost their minds.

Human hearts are selfish. If the lover deceives Qingluan to improve his cultivation, then other Taoists can naturally sacrifice him to protect themselves.

Looking at the man exposed by everyone, he was really pretty, especially those eyes. Even though Qingluan was so miserable, he was still as clear and transparent as if he was like a spring.

Jiujiu curled her lips and chuckled, "What a wonderful person. I was so moved."

Although the man had improved his cultivation because he had swallowed Qingluan's tears, he had been sneaking before and did not swallow much tears at all. Instead, because he could improve his cultivation by being able to get along with Qingluan, so he was quite careless in his cultivation, so his cultivation was particularly average among the brothers and sisters.

At this moment, Jiujiu looked at her and her body was trembling a little.

Seeing that the man didn't say anything, Jiujiu raised his hand and a tear drifted in the palm of his hand. Jiujiu looked at the man and said, "This is Qingluan's extremely sad tears. This one can improve your cultivation for hundreds of years. Do you want it?"

I thought, of course I wanted it very much.

A single tear can improve one hundred years of cultivation. Who doesn’t want such a beautiful thing?

The man naturally thought very much, but when he saw the sarcasm on Jiujiu's face and the mockery on the corner of his mouth, he didn't dare to say it when he wanted to, but he just stood there and didn't dare to move.

"You are here for her?"

Xuanwu suddenly appeared behind Jiujiu and asked when he saw Qingluan lying on the ground, who had no breath.

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

"Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid you can't think of it anymore." Thinking of the last time I saw Jiujiu's body dripping with water in Wangchuan, Xuanwu couldn't help but pull his lips.

Jiujiu: "I'm not interested in Wangchuan. By the way, you said, 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, as if she was not talking about murder, but that the weather was very good and comfortable today.

Xuanwu raised his eyes and looked at Jiujiu's fingers, raised his hand and pinched for a moment and said, "He is not long, why should he dirty your hand?"

Jiujiu: "Can you calculate it?"

Xuanwu: "There is nothing in this world that I can't calculate."

Jiujiu: "Then can you calculate where I came from?"

Xuanwu raised his hand to calculate, and in just a moment, Xuanwu's expression became solemn, especially when he calculated where Jiujiu came from, he couldn't calculate anything.

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

Jiujiu asked Xuanwu to help him calculate where he came from and there was no hope. Seeing Xuanwu really couldn't calculate it. Although he was a little disappointed, he didn't ask again because he was reasonable. He just looked at the man standing opposite him and wondered: "Didn't you say that he will be alive soon? Why haven't he died yet?"

Xuanwu: "Die now."

As soon as Xuanwu finished speaking, there was a soul in his hand. If you look closely, you can see that the soul looks exactly the same as a man. However, the difference is that this soul is so weak that it looks like a fragile thing that can be pinched to death with a finger.

Jiujiu didn't expect that the man who would say that he killed his children was so weak. Sure enough, the weaker he was, the more he relied on shouting slogans to tell others that he was very powerful.

Jiujiu pinched the soul in Xuanwu's hand into the palm of his hand, looked at the soul that was trembling because he was pinching it, chuckled and set up a teleportation array, taking Xuanwu back to the underworld together.

After returning to Mengpo Village and stuffing the child into Xuanwu's hand, Jiujiu went outside to pick a red shore flower and started to cook Mengpo soup.

Jiujiu had never cooked Mengpo soup before, but because she remembered that Xuanwu used the red shore flower to cook Mengpo soup, she also learned from Xuanwu using the red shore flower to cook soup. However, this time, she added Qingluan's tears to this bowl of soup.

After boiling the soup, Jiujiu put the soup to the bottom of the bowl and put it in front of the soul, signaling him to drink the bowl of Mengpo soup.

Hunto thought he would be treated cruelly by Jiujiu, but who knew that Jiujiu did not torture him, but instead cooked a bowl of soup for him. Thinking of the three words Mengpozhuang he saw when he came, he knew that the bowl of soup that Jiujiu gave him was Mengpo soup.

However, the Mengpo soup given to him by Jiujiu is not delicious. If Qingluan used to give him the soup, then the Mengpo soup given to him by Jiujiu is sour and smelly, and it is mixed with the fishy smell and some strange taste. The most unpalatable thing in the world is just like this.

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

Looking at the ugly face of the man's soul, Jiujiu curled her lips and asked, "Is it delicious?"

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

"You are so hypocritical."

Jiujiu chuckled. The bowl of soup was filled with Qingluan's tears, which was filled with Qingluan's emotions before his death, love and hate, and those disappointments and resentment that could not be explained clearly. She also used the other side of the river blooming by Wangchuan. Therefore, this bowl of soup not only contained Qingluan's resentment, but also the resentment of countless evil ghosts in Wangchuan. It can be said that it is the most difficult thing in the world. (To be continued)
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