But.

"There! That's the girl! ”

"Welcome back to God!"

A group of uniformly dressed people ran out and surrounded them neatly.

The people around them didn't know why, but they also heard that the gods had heard that the gods could transform people, and they saw that they were the servants of the temple, and they all learned from them to bow down.

"Welcome back to God!"

Qinghuang was startled and nervously grabbed Mu Ling's sleeve.

"Brother."

At this time, a person walked out of the crowd, a philistine, and his eyes narrowed.

"Welcome back to God, I'm here to take you home."

Qinghuang didn't like it at first sight, didn't talk to him, and shrank behind the wood spirit.

Displeasure crossed the man's eyes, and he suddenly knelt down and shouted, "God has been playing for a long time and has not returned, but this time I came back, but I was abducted by this person, and I hope everyone will work together to help invite God to return!" ”

What he said was that the abduction put Qinghuang on the identity of the victim, which suddenly made the two of them lose the heart of the truth in the hearts of the people.

Seeing that the eyes of those people seemed to be different, Qinghuang was a little frightened, and hugged Mu Ling's arm tightly.

It was the first time for Mu Ling to see such a battle, and he weighed it in his heart and agreed to go back with them.

Qinghuang has become a god like this, and everywhere he goes, he is in the spotlight and extremely uncomfortable.

However, children have a big heart and adapt quickly.

Mu Ling always felt that the messengers in the center were strange, and although they had good food and drink, they didn't tell them anything about it.

He always felt that the people inside were not as highly sought after as the people outside.

But nothing happened left and right, and Mu Ling took Qinghuang to live.

Qinghuang experienced a completely different life in the temple, and soon forgot about the things he had forcibly brought back before.

Seeing her happy, Mu Ling also rested his thoughts on going back.

"Brother, what is love?"

Mu Ling paused, "Where did you hear about it?" ”

Qinghuang squirmed, "I didn't hear it from anywhere, so I was curious." ”

Mu Ling thought for a moment, "It's probably the affection between men and women. ”

Qinghuang said amazingly, "Just like me and my brother? ”

Mu Ling was stunned and shook his head, "No, we are brothers and sisters." ”

Qinghuang blinked, looking confused.

Mu Ling saw that she didn't understand, and she couldn't explain it clearly, so a woman happened to pass by, so she asked her to explain it to Qinghuang.

The woman looked at Mu Ling's handsome face, blushing a little, and felt even more embarrassed when she heard the question, and thought of a few folk love stories.

Qinghuang listened carefully, but Mu Ling was not interested.

He listened for a while, glanced at Qinghuang who was focused on the side, and gently raised his feet to leave.

There were some things he wanted to figure out.

After listening to this, Qinghuang fell into deep thought, and the woman saw that Mu Ling had not returned, so she was a little disappointed and said goodbye to the absent-minded Qinghuang.

Qinghuang was lying on the bed, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, trying to find Mu Ling, but he didn't see anyone.

She ran out and saw a familiar face in front of her.

The man was carrying a strangely shaped big knife, and when he saw Qinghuang coming, he swung it, and Qinghuang couldn't retreat and was scratched to the shoulder.

"It hurts."

"I'm sorry." The man apologized for being insincere, looked at the red on the tip of the knife, and looked down at Qinghuang, "What are you running out for." ”

Qinghuang's attention shifted instantly, "I came to find my brother, did you see him?" ”

"I don't know." The man shook his head and lifted the broadsword up to avoid slashing at her again.

As soon as he moved, Qinghuang noticed the knife, "What are you carrying this?" ”

"There's an annual food festival below, in which this knife is needed in the knife sacrifice process, and I want to resist the knife."