What does the suffering of the people of Li have to do with me?" I replied lightly, turning around and entering the East China Sea.

Life is ruthless, I have already seen through it.

It's just that I can't ignore Li Min's life to protect each other with my life, and I can't ignore it.

Half a day later, I went to Lishan alone and sat on the roof of the Holy Maiden Temple built for me by my second senior brother for most of the day.

There was an endless stream of people who came to worship, but none of them could get into my eyes.

They begged me to have pity on them, to love them, to bless them, and I got tired of hearing them, so I stopped listening.

It wasn't until the appearance of a handsome woman that I set my eyes on her.

A few months ago, on my way to the West Sea with Weak Water and Drunken Qing, this woman was praying sincerely in the temple of the Holy Maiden, and I was moved to save her young brother and mother.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, it would be several lifetimes away for her in reincarnation. For me, it's also a matter of right and wrong.

At that time, the weak water was still alive and always thinking about seducing Rong Ji, and Zui Qing was still an innocent and kind little sister in front of me.

"Holy Maiden, the mortal world has been plagued by drought for a long time, and the people are not able to make a living, even I feel miserable. But this time when he made a pilgrimage to climb the mountain, Ling Ruo did not come to ask for rain. I heard the warlock of the rivers and lakes say that the husband of the saint died to save the world, and the saint should be grief-stricken. ”

In the temple, the voice of this woman chattered came, and I felt a trace of comfort in my heart, it turned out that there are still people in this world who remember Rong Ji.

I flew down and walked into the temple, looking at the stone statue of myself grinning like a world away.

What I didn't expect was that Ling Ruo actually asked someone to bring another stone statue next to my stone statue.

Look at the appearance of the stone statue, it is fierce and vicious, and there is no beauty at all. But the lifelike dragon body hit me deep in the heart.

Ling Ruo knelt in front of the stone statue, his hands folded, his eyes closed, "Ling Ruo firmly believes that the god of war is heroic and will one day wear a yellow robe, step on the clouds, and return to the holy woman." ”

It turns out that there are still people in this world who are worthy of my protection.

Turning around and leaving the temple of the Holy Maiden, I twisted a trick to call the rain, and put myself in the torrential rain, the corners of my mouth fluttered.

"The Holy Maiden has appeared!"

"Oh my God, God has eyes!"

"Old woman, quickly take a bowl and scoop to catch water, if the old mother can drink a sip of water, she may be alive!"

......

It turns out that all living beings are suffering.

Ling Ruo rushed out of the temple, looked at my back fixedly, and knelt down, "Holy Maiden, Ling Ruo is reincarnated with the memories of her previous life, and I only wish to thank you again when I meet you." ”

The ecstatic people in the rain looked at me suspiciously, their eyes half frightened, half reverent.

"Holy Maiden benevolence, eternal generations!" Ling Ruo's voice was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating. Even through the sound of the rain, there is still a loud sound.

The people gathered me in the center, raised their arms and shouted, "Holy Maiden is merciful, for all generations!"

A rain rekindled the hope of the people's lives and calmed me down.

I still remember that night, the phantom of Doumu Yuanjun turned into a delicate flower, and cruelly put him to death with the sky.

When you think about it, it's a bit weird.

Doumu Yuanjun once loved my father, Jun Shuishen, and secretly followed him to the illusion realm, but on the way out, he accidentally fell into the file, unfortunately lost his body, and fell into the root of the disease that he could never have children. It stands to reason that in addition to her hatred of the world and the men of the world, she must hate me, the daughter of the god of water. If possible, I'll be the first to do it.

But that night, after killing He Tianqi, she was helpless against me and Rong Ji, and I even killed the phantom. From this, it can be seen that her power must be restrained. As for how she was bound, it should have something to do with the original god whose whereabouts are unknown.

And she passed on her divine power to Zui Qing, firstly, because she wanted to see me betrayed by my cronies, and secondly, she needed a body to fully release her divine power.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally sorted out all the contexts. It's just that the primordial spirit of Doumu Yuanjun is still nowhere to be found, and there is a long way to go to get revenge.

Walking to the East China Sea beach, the sound of the tide is like a baby's cry, and people are disturbed to hear.

When I mentioned the baby, I suddenly skipped the children of Qinghui and Li Musang in my mind, and Rong Ji said that the child contained infinite evil energy.

Could it be that Doumu Yuanjun passed on all his divine power to Zuiqing on the one hand, and on the other hand, he transferred all the evil qi to that child?

I shudder at the thought of this.

Hurriedly entered the bottom of the East China Sea, I originally asked Chasing Feng to accompany me to the West Sea, but I didn't expect Li Musang to come to visit in person with Qinghui child.

Li Musang Haohai flew towards me with a folding fan, cut off a lock of green silk from me, and said quite proudly, "Since Qinghui gave birth to Lin'er, she no longer allows me to harm and abuse myself, at most she only allows me to shave my hair, which is much less interesting." ”

Li Musang's hand holding my green silk trembled slightly, and I just glanced at it and knew that he was hiding something.

"Tell me, what are you going to do with my hair?" I asked bluntly, not intending to go around with him.

There was a hint of sadness between his eyebrows, and the appearance of his unshaven beard was very different from his previous lofty spirit.

After a long silence, he returned his hair to me again, and his tone revealed endless desolation, "Before I fell in love with Qinghui, I was a prodigal son for a long time. ”

Recently, my stomach has been sinking, and it is very difficult to stand for a long time.

I stepped up to the top of my seat, sat down carefully with my stomach on my hand, then looked at him, and said calmly, "I know what you have to say, and I understand how important that child is to you, even if he has the most domineering evil spirit in him, I have no intention of doing anything to him." All you need to do is cover him under the Eastern Emperor's Bell, and one day, the evil spirit on his body will disappear. ”

Li Musang sighed gloomily, "If that's the case, I don't have to worry so much." He is still in his infancy, but he always has vicious words on his lips, and today he said that he wants a lock of your hair to cast a spell, otherwise he will attack Qinghui. ”

"Where are Qinghui and the child, take me to see it!" At the mention of Qinghui, who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, my worry suddenly increased. The child is contaminated with evil spirits, and Qinghui is probably worried.

Ao Yin broke into the house in a hurry, hiding behind me and shivering, "Master, there is a little doll outside, fierce, saying that it is going to eat Ao Yin's brain, Ao Yin is afraid!"

"Ao Yin is good, I will protect you for a day if I am in a day!" I comforted Ao Yin in a low voice, and saw Li Musang hurriedly leave the house, stood up, and followed closely behind him.

Passing through several layers of barriers, I saw a thin woman holding a baby in her arms, babbling wildly.

When I looked closer, I realized that the thin woman was Qinghui. I crouched down and pinned the fine hair that was scattered on her forehead behind her ears, feeling uncomfortable and not knowing how to comfort her.

The moment she looked up and saw me, tears poured down her eyes.

"Holy Maiden, I'm so miserable!" Qinghui's tears dripped on the baby's face, and his shriveled cheeks showed a yellowish and decadent color.

The baby in her arms stretched out her long tongue, licked the tears that fell from Qinghui's face, and let out a terrible smile, "Woman's tears are as delicious as women's sunflower water!"