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Chapter 12

"It's naughty, and it's unreasonable, right?" Gong Jiu raised his red lips slightly, poked Su Caicai's forehead with a doting heart, and said coldly, "Your fifth senior brother is going down the mountain to get revenge. Why are you going to join in the fun?"

Su Caicai said gentlely: "Su'er wants to see the world outside Wuqiu Mountain, so that she can help the fifth senior brother."

Ci Xueleng said: "I really don't have to worry about the junior sister, and I don't think the junior sister is capable of helping me."

Su Caicai: "..."

Oh, I won’t take you to sabotage like this.

Gong Jiu disagreed and said, "What's the good thing about the outside world? Are they all living beings floating clouds and regular six realms? You can see them in Wuqiu Mountain..." Speaking of this, Gong Jiu's phoenix eyes became resentful, and he said dissatisfied, "You little, unscrupulous, have learned the skills, and all of them have their wings hard. They all want to run out, leaving only the miserable master, who is alone in the empty bedroom."

Su Caicai's mouth twitched.

Oh hey, the word "Shouzhou" is used incorrectly.

Gong Jiu said again: "What's more, Su'er, you haven't learned a little magic yet. It's a dream to think of coming out of the mountain like this."

"Su'er is stupid, and she really can't learn the magic in the book." Su Caicai lowered her eyebrows and said with a compassionate look. "I heard that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. If you walk a lot, your energy and experience will naturally become richer, which is more conducive to learning and practicing the arts. So if Su'er wants to go down the mountain to experience it, maybe there will be a great adventure." Su Caicai blinked, "Master, your face will also be bright."

"Smooth tongue." Gong Jiu narrowed his eyes, his eyes shimmering, "Su'er wants to go down the mountain and take the opportunity to escape, right?"

Damn, how do you know?

Su Caicai was very careful and jumped around.

She forced herself to calm down and said dryly: "Of course not, why did Master think so much?"

Gong Jiu said lazyly: "Su'er has a criminal record. She just got caught for less than a day and then she wanted to run out again."

After saying that, the pair of bright and flowing phoenix eyes stared straight at Su Caicai, smiling.

"If so, if Su'er escapes again, the master will catch him again." Su Caicai didn't dare to look at Gong Jiu's charming eyes, and just stared at her toes with her head down. Her scalp was numb, "Does the master have no confidence in herself and thinks she can't catch Su'er?"

Gong Jiu covered his lips and chuckled: "Ha, I don't know, Su'er actually likes to play this cat and mouse game."

Su Caicai swallowed her saliva and said nervously: "Will Master like to play with Su'er?"

"I will naturally be with you to the end." Gong Jiu smiled, "Little guy, I have learned a good way of provoking me, but your wishful thinking is wrong. This time, I will accompany you down the mountain." Seeing Su Caicai with satisfaction, she showed a grey and painful expression. Gong Jiu curled her red lips slightly and said with a smile, "I have been wearing this outfit for a long time. This beautiful face has been seen in the mirror for more than ten or twenty years. No matter how beautiful or beautiful it is, it will be boring. Therefore, it is time to go to the foot of the mountain to pick up some fresh beauty bags."

Su Caicai was stunned, her face turned pale, and her body trembled like leaves in the wind, and she was drifting.

... So, does it mean that stealing chickens will not cause any loss of rice?

Beauty bags, don’t hit her again, my dear master.

"ah--"

But when he heard a scream, a figure suddenly fell from above, hit the ground, raised thick dust, vomited blood and died. The workers who loaded stones into the baskets under Penglai Tower seemed to be commonplace, and continued to carry them with a numb expression, without any movement.

Emperor Zhengyuan ordered the construction of Penglai Tower, mobilized many people to gather famous craftsmen from all over the world, and countless casualties were killed and injured. The Mo clan was the first to be the first to build mechanical handmade construction. Every day, people fell from Penglai Tower during the construction process, and suffered from extreme cold and were struggling day and night.

"In this world..." The thin man clenched his fists tightly. He looked at the old man with resentment, his starry eyes were dim, and his eyes were filled with tears: "There are no gods in this world. The so-called gods are just big talk from ancestors!"

"Young man, don't lose your faith, don't lose your faith," the old man still had whip marks on his face, but his smile was very kind.

"But……"

The thin man was about to refute something, but suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at somewhere behind the old man.

Starlight reignited in his gray eyes, and his lingering light was shining with his lips.

"God... Elder, God is here to save us..."

The old man turned around and looked at the place where the thin man was looking at, he was stunned, and then smiled with tears in his eyes: "Yes, the god of the Mo tribe is back."

In the distance, three-color figures of red, blue and green come with swords.

Ci Xue saw the workers corpses everywhere downstairs of Penglai Tower, and the snow was filled with snow in her eyes, and a surging anger burst out, with a domineering fighting spirit.

The cold and cold sound seemed to be the deepest summon from hell.

"Those who hurt my tribe should be killed."

The sword was unsheathed, the sword was so fast that it could not see the trajectory clearly. Only the whistle sound of the sword dancing and the wind was heard. When everyone looked at it again, they could only see the few guards wearing armored armored red and thin necks, and the breeze blew by, and all fell to the ground and died.

"Those who insult our tribe should be killed."

The boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a moon-white blue robe, spotless. So many souls under his command did not even have a trace of blood stained on his brocade robe. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he killed all the way from the bottom of the Penglai Tower, as if he was unstoppable. At the beginning, everyone had not yet reacted. After seeing clearly that all the people in soldiers were killed, the workers were all restless, as if they were encouraging the sluggish morale. Before they could wait for the boy in blue robe to come up, they picked up the sharp stone tools from their backpacks and smashed them on the supervisor. For a moment, the crowd was excited and passionate.

"Those who deceive my clan should be killed."

The young man in the blue robe seemed to be covered by white light, like a god, harvesting the evil spirits under the long sword. He jumped up easily and flew to a higher floor, with blood sword power and soldiers colliding. Ci Xue's eyes were cold and happy, and he had never fought so happily once.

The restless blood was restless, as if he should have lived for killing and for fighting.

Su Caicai stood in the clearing ground in the distance, watching the moon-white figure speeding rapidly in the air, fighting, as if she had seen the Rakshasa killing god described in "Nuan Suxiao", Mo Cixue, Blue-clothed Cold Sword, and Bing Can Wurong.

When you meet a god, kill a god, when you meet a Buddha, kill a Buddha.

"Ci Xue, enough, you have killed enough people. If the gods see it, they will definitely punish you." The old man's majestic voice came from above the building, and the young man in blue robe suddenly stopped, and his cold starry eyes were filled with strong disbelief.

"Grandpa, you... are you still alive?"

Ci Xuesong took a long sword, and the sword fell to the ground with a crisp bang.

He knelt on the ground suddenly, his whole body tense, and trembled with excitement: "The grandson is unfilial, and he has not come to rescue his grandfather until now!"

The old man took two steps forward and squatted down.

The dirty and thin hands were trembling and trembling, holding the spotless Cixue.
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