Qiao Mu walked aside silently.

Several girls from the Shenshui Sect entered the thatched tea house, and it didn't take long for them to walk out with a dozen women and girls with tattered clothes and constant wounds on their bodies.

The innocent princess Huo Di's eyes widened, and there was a look of shock on the goose egg face, "She?"

These women and children who were trafficked to the black city, the eldest in their twenties and the youngest in seven or eight years old, were all brutally abused and imprisoned in the black room for too long, so that they still looked empty and dull when they walked in the sun.

Qiao Mu's gaze fell on the last little woman.

The little woman was not very large, and there was a half-dried blood stain on her forehead, and half of her face was bruised.

A moldy rag wrapped something in her arms.

The two senior sisters were just about to approach when they were stopped by Qiao Mu.

The sword in Qiao Mu's hand was raised little by little, and he felt that it was an ordinary sword, but it was as heavy as a thousand catties.

"What are you doing!!" Xiao Miliu raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily, "Are you addicted to murder!!"

"Shut up!" Not only Mo Lian yelled at her, but Bai Li and Wei Nanfeng also yelled at her in unison.

Xiaomi suddenly felt extremely aggrieved, and tears were about to come out.

Why did they all scold her?

"I'm sorry. Qiao Mu muttered coldly.

As if sensing something, the little woman suddenly loosened the moldy rag in her hand, and a monster with a head two times larger than her body crawled out of it, baring its fangs at the crowd.

"Ah!!" Xiaomi screamed, "Corpse puppet, corpse puppet, hurry, kill it!"

Baili Li's cold eyes made Xiaomi stop her mouth instantly.

"Girl, can't you let us go? I will take him to find a deep mountain and old forest where no one is around, and spend his last days. The little woman fell to her knees with a thud and burst into tears.

Qiao Mu's fingers holding the sword were already slightly white, but she still shook her head, "I'm sorry, I can't." You're in the late stages of your incubation period and you're going to lose your mind very quickly. ”

The little woman covered her face and wept, and the strange-headed baby in her arms, grinding its fangs, suddenly pounced.

The little woman held her child tightly with her weak arms. The little corpse puppet couldn't get out of it, so he turned around and bit at her arm.

This scene frightened Princess Xiaomi, and she took a few steps back and shrank behind Baili Li.

The little woman did not feel any pain, and looked down at her child with a gentle expression, "Girl, I beg you, can you cut off the heads of our mother and son and bury them together?" Is that okay?"

Qiao Mu's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded solemnly: "Okay." ”

May you live a long and healthy life in the coming life, free from disasters and troubles......

On the three-foot green peak that flew up, there was a cold mang, which was illuminated by the noon sun, and there was no trace of warmth.

Mo Lian found the little one on a small dirt slope outside the village.

She was standing there with her back to her, a thin leaf resting on her fingertips, playing a sad tune she had never heard before.

The upper is like the Zhuling Mansion, and the lower is like the mourning door. It is difficult to surpass the Three Realms, and go to the original brick ......

As soon as the song was finished, she stood there for a long time without looking back.

Until sunset, the night was faintly shrouded, and she stood there like a sculpture.

Mo Lian's heart is so blocked that it is about to explode itself!

He couldn't hold back the outburst of emotions anymore, his body swept away, and he quickly fell to her side, stretched out his arms, and hugged her into his arms hard!

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The babies are finished with four shifts today, and I will go to the event in the evening, and I will see you tomorrow. Sugar will be sent tomorrow.