The old village chief mobilized many villagers to help find someone, and Su Qingli sat leisurely on the edge of the large round table, playing with a wooden teacup in his hand.

Wei Shuang walked out of the crowd and stood quietly behind Su Qingli.

The old village chief looked at her and asked with a smile, "Little girl, why don't you sit down?" Don't be so restrictive. ”

As he spoke, he beckoned to the people behind him, "Quickly bring this little girl a cup of tea." ”

Nie Chengyanyun sat lightly, holding Su Qingli's hand and playing.

Su Qingli rubbed the edge of the teacup with one hand, completely out of the way.

The old village chief looked at them without a trace, and saw their bland reaction, and hesitated for a while.

A man in coarse linen had already come over with a cup of tea, and the cup was handed over to Wei's hands.

"Girl, have a cup of tea."

Su Qingli raised his eyelids and glanced at it lightly, the old village chief stared at Su Qingli, and a strange light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Unexpectedly, Su Qingli just glanced at it, didn't say anything, and didn't stop it.

Instead, he pulled away the chair next to him and motioned for Wei Shuang to sit down.

Wei Shuang sat down obediently, thanked the man who handed the water, and casually put the cup on the table.

The man looked at it, with a hint of impatience in his eyes, turned and left.

Su Qingli opened his mouth and asked, "Grandpa, I really didn't expect that there was a village here, have you always lived here?" ”

The old man nodded, "Yes, yes, our ancestors have lived in this ravine for generations, and we are basically self-sufficient in everything, and we rarely have the opportunity to go out." ”

Su Qingli nodded: "I see that everyone's mental state is not bad." ”

"Hahaha, we are a small place, there is only so much population, of course we are neighbors and harmony, everyone has to help each other."

Su Qingli rolled his eyes, stared at the old man's red and shiny face, and smiled lightly.

The old man spoke again, "Drink tea, drink tea." ”

Su Qingli touched the teacup, raised his eyelids, and stared at the old man with dark eyes, "I don't know if you don't go out all year round, where did this tea come from?" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "This is not tea, it is a kind of grass and tree planted in the back mountain, and the boiled water is very sweet and thirst-quenching, you will know if you try it." ”

Su Qingli swept away, and many people behind him began to stare at the teacup and swallow their saliva.

Su Qingli leaned closer, sniffed the thick fragrance of tea in the air, and said admirably, "Well, good tea." ”

The old man nodded, couldn't help but prop his hands on the table, and stared at Su Qingli expectantly, "Taste?" ”

Nie Chengyan's dark eyes sank, and his cold gaze swept over the old man's high-spirited face opposite.

His face still exuded an indescribable spirit in the dim light, his dark skin was deep and furrowed, but his face was ruddy and unnatural.

Su Qingli smiled and shook his head, "Your tea, I don't dare to drink it." ”

As he spoke, Su Qingli's dark eyes gradually sank, and the mist in his pupils seemed to be looming, making it difficult to see.

"Sir, didn't your dark wizard tell you that you drank too much tea, and it was terrible?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his face was cloudy, and his cloudy pupils burst out with anger, "Little girl, don't talk nonsense that we don't have any dark wizards here, only God, he saved us." ”

Su Qingli looked at some of the villagers around him with amusement, and everyone's faces were filled with anger, as if Su Qingli had collided with the gods with these words.

It's right to think about it, this man really thinks of himself as a god.

"So, let your gods come out to me?"

The old village chief snapped, slapped the case, and stared at Su Qingli angrily, "You yellow-haired girl, what kind of thing are you, dare to let the gods deign to see you!" ”

At this moment, the people of Linglong Hall stood up and looked at them with a cold face.

In fact, the number of villagers is not large, and most of the people who come out are men and some women who are in their mid-teens.

Su Qingli guessed that maybe the matter of their inheritance was caused by the "god" who deceived them from the outside.

Although Nie Chengyan and Su Qingli brought about the same number of people, the people in Linglong Hall were obviously stronger in combat effectiveness.

Su Qingli watched the stalemate between the two sides and hooked the corners of his lips.

"Zhou Beiyao, he has been preparing the saint woman for so many years, and I am the saint daughter of the Miao family, he really, he doesn't want to see me?"

Su Qingli said that the clouds were light and the wind was light, and the villagers also looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Nie Chengyan frowned and looked at Su Qingli.

Su Qingli shrugged helplessly, "There's no way, I haven't had time to tell you yet." ”

Before the villagers could react, a mechanical female voice came from behind the crowd.

"Are you really the Holy Maiden bloodline of the Miao family?"

Following this strange voice, the crowd automatically moved out of the way, and Su Qingli raised his eyes and saw the woman behind the crowd.

The woman who was controlled before luring them in.

Su Qingli smiled slightly and nodded.

The woman moved over step by step, staring at Su Qingli's eyes with a dead breath.

Nie Chengyan sensed the danger and stood up to block Su Qingli behind him.

When the woman walked in front of her, Su Qingli suddenly stood up, crossed Nie Chengyan, and slapped a palm on the woman's thin body.

"Come out, go up to the body of a woman, evil is not disgusting."

The palm slapped on the woman, looking at the fluttering palm, but I didn't expect the palm and the torso to collide and make a "bang" sound.

It hurts to hear.

The woman didn't make a sound, she was repelled by her slap, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.

No one expected this to be the case.

The woman didn't have the slightest intention of resisting, and flew out of a distance like a kite with a broken string and fell to the ground.

The villagers were at a loss for a moment, and they were amazed at the scene in front of them.

Su Qingli looked at her with a smile, and heard the laughter of a gloomy man from upstairs.

"Little girl, your ability is not small."

Su Qingli clapped his hands, looked at his newly made nails, and nodded, "I have won the prize." ”

The man, dressed in a shabby black cloak, rushed down the stairs.

It was as if he had flown straight down, and his steps were vain.

In the ruddy-faced crowd in the room, he looked like he was the only one dying.

The black robe was loose, and it was impossible to see his figure, but it could be seen from his sunken cheeks and sunken orbital bones, and he was already skinny.

His face is also a strange blue-gray, with a dead air, which always makes people feel that his time is short.

Su Qingli couldn't help laughing when he looked at his abnormal face and the way he walked like a ghost.

"This 'god', do you have a day to live?"

When the villagers saw the god coming, they knelt on the ground very respectfully, raised their hands and kowtowed deeply.

"See God!!"

The man didn't care about Su Qingli's mocking words, but directly skipped everyone and floated in front of Su Qingli and Nie Chengyan.

After seeing Nie Chengyan's face clearly, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's you?!"

Nie Chengyan frowned, he didn't have much impression of this kind of weird person who was not a ghost or a ghost.

Su Qingli smiled, "Since you recognize it, why don't you hand over Zhou Beiyao?" ”

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