"What are you doing with grinding and chirping? Lose money and goods, hurry up and change into new clothes, if the dragon god sacrifice ceremony is delayed because of you, Lao Tzu can't kill you!! ”

As soon as Ao Cang entered the depths of Qiao Mei's consciousness, he heard such an unbearable insult, and after being stunned for a moment, he looked at the little girl who was being cursed by a middle-aged fisherman.

Looking at it now, it should be in early spring, but the clothes worn by the little girl are very thin, and even can no longer be described as clothes, it looks very much like the kind of dirty and torn tablecloth, and there are many oil stains on it.

Her entire face was covered by knotted hair, and all she could see was a polder, chapped lip flap, and beyond that, the skin that could be seen with the naked eye was covered with bruises and beatings, and a deep sliver that fell on her calf, which looked like it had been hung with a wire?

Ao Cang was stunned, not sure that this little girl, who looked to be less than twelve years old, would be the disciple he had seen during the day.

After all, there is a world of difference between the two of them.

Just as he was surprised, his perspective began to change with the little girl, and after she waited for the fierce middle-aged man to leave, the corners of her lips curled, and she took the red skirt suit in her hand, which was five or six points similar to the shroud worn by the dead man, and went into the house to change.

It was also when she took off her clothes that Ao Cang found that there were more wounds hidden in her clothes, including burns, burns, and all kinds of new and old wounds like scratches with sharp weapons.

After Xiao Qiaomei neatly changed into the red dress and put on a red blazer that did not fit, the surrounding scene quickly changed.

She got on a huge looking fishing boat, and in addition to the middle-aged man who had beaten her before, there were many middle-aged men who also looked like fishermen.

and a few girls who wear the same clothes as Little Qiaomei, but are much younger than Little Qiaomei.

"Woo woo....... Dad, I don't want to go to the sacrifice, can you let me go back, I promise, I will work hard when I go back, and I will definitely not be lazy!! ”

"Woo woo woo, I don't want to die, Mom, I want to see Mom......."

The youngest of these crying little girls looked to be between eight and eleven years old, and although there were few of them, it was still very noisy to cry together.

Soon a fisherman took out the belt he had prepared in advance, walked towards one of the little girls, and scolded, "What are you crying about? If it weren't for your slut mother who left you and your brother behind, Lao Tzu would have worked so hard alone?! Now it's also right to let you go to the sacrifice! You're paying off your slut's mother! ”

"Be honest with Lao Tzu, dare to howl again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will beat you to death?!"

Compared with these scolded little girls, Xiao Qiaomei seemed very quiet, she found a corner to stay quietly, her eyes were different from those of other little girls, not fear and sadness, but expectation and ...... Glad?

Soon, Ao Cang knew why, the giant ship took a few little girls to the sea near a lonely island, and sent them one by one into a room that looked like a floating wooden house on the sea, and after locking the door, there were not only a lot of thick quilts inside, but also a lot of food.

In terms of volume, it should last up to seven days.

Ao Cang followed Xiao Qiaomei into the locked house, watched her take a thick quilt and spread it on the ground, and took a lot of things that should be sacrifices to eat, and roughly guessed the reason in her heart.

And then Xiao Qiaomei's words to comfort the other little girls also confirmed his conjecture.

"Don't cry, if it weren't for this sacrifice, we wouldn't be able to wear such good clothes, and we wouldn't be able to cover a warm quilt, let alone be full."

"There are seven days of sacrifice to Lord Ryujin, and in these seven days, we can't enjoy this kind of good treatment at home in a year, don't you understand?"

Her words touched several of the little girls, who, after they stopped crying, wiped their tears and went to get some offerings to eat.

The rest continued to cry, but Xiao Qiaomei didn't care anymore, but while eating the hard bread in her hand, she looked at the portrait with the dragon god body in front of her with a reverent expression, and muttered in a low voice: "Lord Dragon God, thank you for giving me the blessing again this year.......

For the rest, Ao Cang couldn't continue to look at it, and he felt that his divine power was not enough, and everything around him was quickly blocked by a thicker white mist, and he was forced to withdraw from Qiao Mei's divine sense.

When it opened its eyes again, it was caught off guard by a pair of sparkling red eyes, startling him.

"Lord Ryujin, you're awake, we're already on our way to the Holy Beast Healing Center, I don't know if you need breakfast, but I've left you a copy."

Qiao Mei turned on the autopilot mode of the aircraft, and as she spoke, she took out a sandwich she made herself from the incubator and handed it to Ao Cangkou.

Ao Cang is the dragon god, and the way to eat is to swallow the power of will, and there is no need to eat.

But looking at the anticipation in Qiao Mei's red eyes, he finally sighed and took a small bite.

Seeing him open his mouth to eat, Qiao Mei dutifully acted as a little nanny to feed him, and chatted with him.

"Are you curious why I chose you as a dependent beast?"

Ao Cang paused to eat the sandwich, and the golden dragon eyes looked at the girl who was shining in the sun, looking very bright, and the little girl he had peeked into her memory did not look like the same person at all, and nodded.

He was indeed curious about how she managed to travel through time, from one plane to another.

Yes, from the moment he entered her memory, he had discovered that the place where she stayed was not like interstellar.

In the interstellar world, no one lives by fishing anymore, and the oceans are heavily polluted and covered with radiation.

The ocean, as clean as he saw, could not have been as clean as it had been a few years ago, or more than a decade ago.

It was only a few hundred years ago, if not thousands of years, that he had seen a similar ocean.

Not to mention, the kind of dragon god sacrifice that he hadn't heard in a long time.......

Qiao Mei didn't know about Ao Cang's snooping on his memories at all, and when her red eyes were obsessed and she stroked his dragon body inch by inch, she said a very vague reason.

"Because when I was younger, I once left a life by faith in you."

He was also saved by his own hands.

But Qiao Mei didn't say the latter sentence.

She promised that thing, if she wanted to stay in the world of the book safely, she couldn't reveal too much of the truth.

Ao Cang also saw that she didn't want to say more, so she didn't ask any more, and after eating a whole sandwich in her hand, the flying machine also arrived at the Holy Beast Treatment Center.