It's just a sweat medicine, and the body of a cultivator is tempered by spiritual power, not to mention that it is invulnerable to poison, but the poison of the mortal world has no effect on them at all.

In the past ten years, Su Xun has long been accustomed to his feeding, and naturally eats,

Ling Shenyuan hooked his lips, and after putting the pickled crisp fruit into his mouth and swallowing it, he then looked at the village chief with a puzzled expression and asked, "Didn't the sacrifice start tomorrow?" Why did the bell ring? ”

Seeing that the two of them swallowed the food, the village chief couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and explained with a smile, "The two distinguished guests don't know that although this sacrifice will be held tomorrow, the sacrifices prepared by the villagers will have to be sent to the mountains overnight. ”

Ling Shenyuan nodded, "I see." ”

As soon as the words fell, Su Xun fell headlong on the dinner table,

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Shenyuan asked anxiously, and at the same time took the opportunity to support her slender waist and put his soft body into his arms.

The village chief pretended to be concerned and walked up and said, "But you're not feeling well? Why don't you go to the house and rest for a while? ”

Ling Shenyuan was about to speak, but his body flickered, as if he had finally sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly looked at the village chief in disbelief, "What did you put in the dish?" ”

The village chief sighed, but he didn't feel guilty, "When your senior sister becomes the bride of the mountain god, the mountain god will naturally shelter you, I think Caizhi's girl is interested in you, you can't let her down." ”

Ling Shenyuan saw his face of being a convincing and rightful person who regarded stupid women as sacrifices, and his heart was overflowing with murderous intent: he would definitely slaughter the mountain god and the ants in this village!

His face was tilted, and he carried Su Xun on the table and passed out.

Seeing this, the village chief hurriedly called his wife, who was waiting outside the door, in, "Quickly change her clothes, don't let the mountain god wait." ”

Seeing that everyone was carrying Su out of the small courtyard, Ling Shenyuan suddenly opened his eyes, covered his figure and followed.

Su Xun was taken into a hut, where there were already a few middle-aged women waiting any longer.

"Oh, it's a pity, such a beautiful person is so ruined."

"Shhh, you can't talk nonsense, this girl is going to marry a mountain god! If you are stained with immortal fate, you can cast a good baby in your next life, what a good thing, why is it ruined? ”

When Su Xun heard this, he could be sure that the rockery god was not a good thing.

Otherwise, if marrying a mountain god is so good, why hide it from the young people in the village? And why did you drug her, a helpless foreigner?

No matter where they go, human beings are so ignorant and insignificant, that is, they are powerless against natural and man-made disasters, so they place their faith in such an ethereal thing as God.

The woman said, "Hurry up and put on a wedding dress for this girl, and someone will come to urge her later." ”

Ling Shenyuan hid beside him and watched everyone busy, and when everyone came out, he saw Su Xun's current appearance clearly.

Su Xun, who was dressed in a red wedding dress, was lying on the bed, her eyes were gently closed, her slightly curved eyelashes were like butterflies about to fly, still with a strange beauty, her fair cheeks were covered with a layer of peach blossom powder, her lips were dyed with charming cinnabar, and her forehead was pasted with delicate flowers, stained with the worldly coldness, like a fire lotus slowly unfolding in the center of the earth's fire.

The whole person is holy and bright, so beautiful that it is breathtaking.

Ling Shenyuan stared at the person on the bed for a moment, his eyes were surrounded by red flames, and in this flame there was undisguised amazement and admiration.

The possessiveness buried deep in the depths of his pupils, at some point, was pulled out of his body, hot and hot like a volcanic eruption, burning every inch of his sanity.