Bursts of demonic energy poured out of Sang Qi's hands and sank into the coffin.

It is basically impossible for a monk to come back to life, but demon cultivators always have some weird ways to do this.

It's just that the person who comes back from the dead is no longer the living human being.

There was a thumping sound in the coffin, and the scene was horrified.

"What's going on? Deceived corpses? ”

"Xiaolan has come back to life?"

"It must be him, the monk is omnipotent, what is it to save an individual."

Some people were so frightened that they sat on the ground and didn't dare to take a step forward.

The fat aunt was overjoyed, quickly got up from the ground, ran forward, and lifted the coffin.

Xiaolan's face turned pale and opened her innocent eyes, "Mother, what are you crying about, I'm not dead yet." ”

The fat aunt cried even worse, how would Xiaolan know that she had been cold all night and had just come back from the dead.

The fat aunt stepped forward to hug her, Xiaolan's body was cold and hard, like a dead person.

Xiaolan was a little embarrassed, "Mother, don't cry, there are outsiders watching." ”

The fat aunt wiped her tears and helped Xiaolan out of the coffin.

Looking at Sangi's eyes again, full of fear and awe.

A monk who can bring people back to life must be very powerful, not something that ordinary people like them can afford to provoke.

Sang Qi looked at Xiaolan, "Come with me?" ”

Xiaolan replied very simply, "Okay." ”

"Don't you ask where to go? What to do? ”

"As long as I follow you, it doesn't matter where I go or what I do, I even gave you my life, do I care about anything else?"

Sang Qi wanted to take Xiaolan away, and as compensation, he gave the fat aunt a lot of things, which contained many elixirs that could allow her to live to be two hundred years old without illness or disaster.

The fat aunt was unusually open-minded this time, she pulled Xiaolan and told her carefully, "Follow the monk to learn and cultivate hard, and be a person with great skills in the future." ”

Xiaolan nodded, "Mother, I will, I will definitely come back to see you often when I have time in the future." ”

Until the two of them disappeared into a ray of light, the fat aunt kept wiping her tears, this time she was happy.

She didn't know anything about spirituality, she only knew that her daughter could become a monk, and she was happy.

Originally, the people who came to pity the fat aunt suddenly began to envy her.

"You are really blessed, your daughter has the opportunity to become a monk, and you will also enjoy it."

"That's it, your life is good."

In this kind of small place, there is a monk in the family, and the family can walk sideways, even the Zhao family, which was rampant before, has to be polite when they see the fat aunt again, and no one can bear the revenge of a monk.

The people who pointed just now will all be envious.

It wasn't until they dispersed that they heard that the Zhao Mansion had been destroyed, so they guessed that it was Sang Qi who did it, and they were even more terrified in their hearts.

Xiaolan followed Sang Qi to do evil everywhere, killing people, slaughtering cities, and even forming a demon cult.

Mo Zhuyue went around to stop them from doing evil, and Sangqi was able to slip away from Mo Zhuyue's hands every time.

They were originally the closest companions, but now he was working with other women against her, playing her to applause.

There was an inexplicable anger in Mo Zhuyue's heart, and there were many moments when Mo Zhuyue really wanted to kill that woman.

In fact, she did so, every time she made a death move to Xiaolan, and the golden light in her hand turned into a sharp blade, densely attacking Xiaolan.

Mo Zhuyue is a god, and it is easy to strangle a demon cultivator, but when the golden light dissipates, Xiaolan is only slightly injured, not even injured.

(End of chapter)