Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 88

In the early morning of the next day, Mu An'an's wooden door was smashed open by a group of ascetics.

"What's the matter with you?" She frowned, and a storm gradually gathered in her eyes.The so-called Qingshan is the existence that reverses everything.If someone jumps out at this time to find out her identity...

The person who came to the door was different from the Taoists last time. This time it was someone from the trial hall, well-dressed, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a bit handsome.

"Because of the evil demon girl, don't pollute the holy land of Qingshan! Someone, take this evil thing into the dungeon!" The goshawk on the old man's left shoulder tilted his head.

At this moment, if she looks like a monster, she will be self-inflicted. Besides, the news of her return has spread too quickly. Could it be that Chunyun is acting as a hindrance?
What is the purpose of Chunyun?Could it be that Chunyun is attracted to Qingzhu?No, no, generally old people who have lived for such a long time don’t care much about human love, or in other words, they already have a sweetheart.

Some things she doesn't know are slowly fermenting. At this moment, she should go to the dungeon obediently, according to Chun Yun's somewhat showy psychology.

Chunyun will definitely appear, in order to see her miserable state of Mu An'an.

[System, I am taking body training pills. 】

[The command was executed successfully, and the physique increased. Sorry, the system is out of order, and the exact value cannot be provided. 】

The girl was very puzzled, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, "Why? What happened to me? Why do you keep slandering me again and again? The road to longevity in Qingshan is so rugged?!"

Some rhetoric stunned the people in the trial hall.

Xu Shimu An'an's expression was too innocent, and they were a little slower in tying them with the fairy rope.

"Forget it, if this is the way of life in Qingshan, the younger generation believes that one day, there will be a fellow Taoist who will step down on Qingshan with the ambition to smash the sky!" Daojun.

Daoist Cangyun's voice is thick and full of energy: "The clear will be clear, and the turbid will be turbid!"

She moved and found that the fairy rope was getting tighter and tighter.It is recorded in the book of immortals that binding immortal ropes is specially used to restrain spiritual cultivators. As long as Taoism exists, as long as no one comes to loosen the ropes...it will be like a useless person.

Oh, misstep.

Patronizing to watch the fun, forgetting that there are such disgusting things.

"The one who cleans himself will be cleared." She frowned, so what about monsters, they have never caused harm to anyone.

No one wanted to be a bad child, but people kept saying that she would think she was a bad person.

"Uncle, let's go in." A masked disciple of the trial hall said softly, and there seemed to be some apologetic meaning in his words.

"I like to eat five grains, can I trouble fellow daoist to prepare some daily food?" Mu An'an said, his complexion was a little pale, he just kept crying, his eyelids were still a little swollen, the pear blossoms were raining, and he was so pitiful.

The little fellow Taoist thought to himself: Foul!He is not firm yet, what should he do if he is charmed by this charming uncle!
"Okay... okay."

Before the words fell, Mu An'an walked into the water prison by herself.

The water was not clear, and had the same fishy smell as the rabbit.This is a confined space, the air exchange is not smooth, and there are shadows of something in the water.

She had heard of rats, water snakes, and some blood spiders specially bred by Daoist Cangyun for torture to extract confessions.

What caught her ears was the sound of stagnant water churning, and she didn't really want to go on now.

After acting for a long time, she herself was immersed in negative emotions.The moment he touched the water, Mu Anan suddenly felt a sharp pain!She had a splitting headache and couldn't help squatting in the water, trying to catch the cold water to slow it down.

　Ahh...it feels like it's going to cause a wave of emoji covers.

　　Then, many book friends liked the cover, and only single-digit book friends expressed their love for the text!

　　There was a hint of desolation in Ben Anwei's smile...

　　Then... I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)