The girl hugged him and wailed: "I'm not leaving, that woman is very bad!"

Qi Yu was silent, got up and picked up a bunch of branches, and set up a fire frame.

"Master, what are you doing here?"

"I'm hungry and want to eat grilled fish. ”

".................." The girl quickly showed a lovely smile: "Master, I thought about it carefully, in fact, there is nothing wrong with staying by that woman's side, she gives a lot of money every month, which can be enough for me to raise a lot of delicate little princesses, you can catch fish and grill it by yourself, I'll go first." ”

After speaking, he decisively turned into a red koi, and the fish's tail swayed lightly and disappeared into the night riverbank.

It's night, and I'm alone.

Qi Yu looked at the fire that had just risen with extremely cold eyes, his body was so cold that it hurt, but he extinguished the fire.

The glow of the fire at night attracts some inconsequential people.

The left hand and wrist were broken, and blood was constantly spilling from the broken bones, mixed with the river water.

He walked to the river, and looked at his own reflection in the water by the moonlight, unrecognizable, and very ugly.

Sighing helplessly, he pulled out a large piece of dirt from the ground and kneaded it into a mud ball.

Draw a rune path with your broken fingertips, and the mud begins to beat like a heart.

He casually stuffed the mud into the empty mouth of his heart, and the pain like a pinprick swept through his body.

But otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten far.

Looking at the bruises on the fingertips, pus and blood spilled from time to time.

Although he was immortal, he had no ability to repair it, and the pain of the open wound was still unbearable.

Snowflakes are fluttering all over the sky, and the wind and snow are pouring into the sleeves, and this winter is more difficult than usual.

As a mountain man, Qi Yu was reluctant to go down the mountain because he knew that the world was full of unpleasant malice.

He once possessed inhuman strength, and he lived in the deep mountains and forests, far away from these malice.

I don't know how sharp and cold these malice are, forcing people's bone marrow.

When he first looked directly at people's malice, he fainted in the mountains and rivers during the difficult road of trekking through mountains and rivers, and was salvaged by people as water ghosts.

He lay down in the wet river, with a rope around his neck, constantly choking on blood and river water, and staring blankly at the crowd around him.

The rope around his neck was used by the villagers to hunt for livestock, but now it is used on him.

He heard people whispering, and soon an old man covered his nose with his sleeve over his nose and greeted him with a look of disgust.

He looked at the figure lying on the ground, his tone seemed to be disgusting, and he couldn't stand the smell of his body:

"You...... Where did you come from, I saw that you were covered in snake scales and your skin was festering, like a patient who had been infected by karmic fire a few days ago.

Since he is infected with a contagious doom disease, he should consciously burn this pickled body, why do he come out so ignorant to harm people!

Don't you know that this river has raised more than 1,000 people? Because you are so dyed, where do you ask everyone to go for water?"

When the evil dragon came into the world, it burned the world, and the earth burned the mountains and rivers.

He has a Netherworld Curse on his body, and his blood can be turned into operational fire and demon flames, but anyone who is contaminated with a trace of blood flames, even if the flames on his body are extinguished in time, it will be difficult to survive, and he will only be infected with an incurable epidemic.

This kind of people, even if they have not done anything bad that hurts the heavens and reason, but in order to keep the world's avenue, most of them are forcibly burned to death, dug and buried alive.

In just a few days, there are too many patients like this who have escaped.

Even though they know that there is no way out, even though they are dirty, foul-smelling, and covered with pus, they still want to grasp the last straw that does not exist.

It's like a dying and desperate person, trying his best to take his last breath and live.

This is the nature of human beings to survive.

Qi Yu didn't feel that he was such a person, in order to let himself go further, the distance he had traveled under his feet and the river were still clean.

He would rather turn the earth into a formation and endure the inhuman pain than suppress the power of the curse of the ghost beast in his body.

The blood flowing out of his body at this moment, except for the coldness of the temperature and the sharp pain of the wound, is actually harmless to others.

For the ignorant, he first realized that he was innocent, so he patiently explained: "I am not a person who is sick with an epidemic, but I fainted from exhaustion when crossing the river, and the water here is not poisonous, I am a barren mountain, and I will not harm anyone." ”

Although Qi Yu was born in the mountains, the name of the refining talisman is famous all over the world.

What's more, Qi Yu once had a romantic story with Qishanjun, the co-lord of Kyushu.

Although Qishan Jun is not the monarch of Kyushu, he is sixty out of twenty this year, but he is very clean and dignified.

Except for Qi Yu, there has never been any love history of other children, and men and women have never been contaminated, and they are only immersed in Kyushu state affairs.

Although the two have been separated for eight years, in the eyes of the world, Qi Yujun and Qishanjun are undoubtedly a match made in heaven in their hearts, and they are a good couple.

In the coming day, the supreme emperor will be accompanied by Qi Yu, proud of the sky.

Therefore, even in remote mountain villages, no one will not know the name of Qi Yu.

As soon as Qi Yu's words came out, instead of calming everyone, they attracted even more anger.

The gaze of disdain and jealousy turned into deep hatred and disgust.

Immediately, someone picked up the sharp stream stone and smashed it on Qi Yu's head: "I don't know where it came from! I dare to pretend to be Qi Yujun, and I don't look in the mirror to see my own virtue! Even if you are not as respectful as a wild dog, you dare to insult Qi Yu's name!"

"This man is a sick madman!" Hit him!" and more rubble came down.

Qi Yu had long been frozen stiff by the river, hungry and tired, and couldn't dodge at all.

He refined his soul with a sword, and sealed the evil dragon at the cost of nailing himself with a curse, so as to keep the people of the world safe and peaceful.

He was born twenty-five years ago, and the kindness he received came from the mountains and rivers, the mountain god father.

But the malice he received came from the people of the world who were blessed by him.

Shoulders, thighs, waist, chest, and even the injured and broken left hand were constantly hit by stones, and that kind of malice was **naked and not concealed in the slightest.

The hearing that has been gradually passing with this winter can now be heard the excited and triumphant laughter of those people because he is about to die.

Ordinary villagers are killing vicious monsters, and the most ordinary stones in their hands seem to have become the most sacred weapons in the world, and they feel that they are so brave and fearless.

By stoning him to death, more people will be saved.

Sharp stones cut through his forehead, and pus-filled scales were smashed in all directions, mixed with blood and falling in the sand of the stones.

Qi Yu did not resist, nor did he bend his waist.

He sat on the ground, his only palm pressed against the earth, the familiar smell of the earth's dust making him feel a different kind of peace of mind in such a malicious desperate situation.

His bloodshot eyes calmly looked at the shattered scales and blood on the ground.

It's dirty.

He no longer had any doubts in his heart, because he had no heart.

There is only a slight blankness in the eyes without pain and sorrow, which is extremely short, heartless but also desolate.

Odd.

When did he get so dirty?

He let out a low chuckle, his shoulders fluttering slightly.

There was a sudden sense of fear and jealousy in the faces of the upright and brave people, and under such circumstances, the monster actually laughed out loud, and did not have the strength to stand up, and flew at them, and smeared the dirty blood on their skin, and transmitted the dirty disease to them.

In the end, he dragged everyone to hell viciously and happily?

Someone quickly took a long sickle, tied it to the wooden stick that drove away the beast, and his eyes were fierce: "Don't you want to continue to harm people, I'll send you on your way now!"

The blade of the scythe slashed towards Qi Yu's head.

Sensing the wind above his head, he tilted his head slightly, the blade of the scythe slicing slicing through a strand of his black hair.

With a soft thud, a scythe as sharp as a crescent moon plunged into his shoulder, sinking a full half, splitting flesh and bones, and the pain was terrible.

But Qi Yu's expression was still calm, I don't know if he didn't feel the pain or he was used to the pain and numbness, he slowly raised his head, and his unrecognizable face had an incomprehensible calm and gentleness: "Have you fought enough?"

(ps: I have to update three chapters today, Qishan-kun, Beibei is coming.) Well...... Beibei released a new book "Long Night Walk" yesterday, and the cutie who is troublesome to read the book points a collection attention speaker. Love you guys. ）