Raiders of Abuse Scum

  Chapter 1532 Painting Soul 19

  Looking at Jiujiu, who was standing opposite to him, tears of regret fell in Qing Luan's eyes, and he said with a stubborn throat: "Owner, Qing Luan knows it was wrong."

  If she obeyed Jiujiu's words and gave up the opportunity to be with that man, she would not be the way she is now.

  Thinking of the things she had lost, and the man’s unyielding feelings and vicious words, Qing Luan’s heart was as cold as ice water.

Qingluan lowered his eyes, a drop of tears slid down the corner of his eyes, and then quickly flew to Jiujiu's palm. Jiujiu only heard Qingluan whisper: "Owner, help me take care of my child. If there is an afterlife, Qing Luan must repay the great kindness of the owner when he is a cow and a horse."

  Qing Luan finished speaking, with blood overflowing from her mouth, she actually bit her tongue and committed suicide.

   And the baby in Jiujiu's arms seemed to realize that he had lost his mother, and suddenly opened up crying, his eyes were all red with crying, and his appearance was rather pitiful.

   Jiujiu shook the baby naturally, coaxing and looking at the group of Taoist priests standing opposite him, and said coldly: "Who is it?"

  Jiujiu didn’t name her by name, but everyone knew that the one she asked was the lover of Qingluan.

   Jiujiu's eyes were sharp like swords, and a layer of frost appeared in the places where his eyes passed. The people who originally wanted to attack with the group were scared by Jiujiu's hand, and immediately lost their minds.

  People are selfish. The lover cheated Qingluan in order to improve his cultivation, so other Taoists can naturally sacrifice him for self-protection.

  Looking at the man exposed by everyone, he was really long and delicate, especially the eyes, even though the deceived Qingluan was so miserable, they were still as clear and transparent as spring water.

  Jiu Jiu raised the corner of her mouth and chuckled lightly: "But he is such a wonderful person, I feel a little moved when I see it."

Although the man improved his cultivation level because he swallowed Qingluan's tears, he had been sneaking up before, and he didn't swallow many tears at all. On the contrary, he was cultivating because he was able to improve his cultivation level with Qingluan Dianluan and Fengfeng. The matter is quite careless, so that the cultivation base is exceptionally average among a group of brothers.

  At this moment, Jiujiu looked at her, and her body was shaking a little.

Seeing that the person was not talking, Jiujiu raised his hand, a teardrop floating in the palm of his hand, Jiujiu looked at the man and said, "This is Qingluan's sad teardrop. This one can improve your cultivation for hundreds of years. , Do you want it?"

  Thinking, naturally I want it extremely.

  A single tear can improve one's cultivation base for a hundred years. Who doesn't want such a beautiful thing.

  The man naturally wanted it very much, but, seeing the sarcasm on Jiujiu's face and the mockery at the corners of his mouth, he didn't dare to say the phrase he wanted to stubborn in his throat. He just stood still and didn't dare to move.

   "Are you here for her?"

  Xuanwu suddenly appeared behind Jiu Jiu, and asked when he saw Qing Luan who had fallen on the ground and had no breath.

  Jiu Jiu didn't expect Xuanwu to be able to keep up with him. You must know that he came with a teleportation formation, but Xuanwu was going out from the Naihe Bridge.

"How did you come?"

   "I'm afraid you won't want to jump in Wangchuan again." Thinking of seeing Jiujiu dripping with water in Wangchuan last time, Xuanwu couldn't help pulling his lips.

   Jiujiu: "I am not interested in Wangchuan. By the way, you said, if I kill him, is there any punishment?"

  Jiujiu raised her finger to point at the man standing opposite her, and asked Xuanwu with a smile, as if she was not talking about killing, but the weather today was very good and comfortable.

  Xuanwu raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Jiujiu's fingers, raised his hand and squeezed it for a moment, and said: "He is dead soon, why dirty your hands?"

   Jiujiu: "Can you figure it out?"

Xuanwu: "There is nothing in this world that I can't figure out."

  Jiujiu: "Then can you calculate where I came from?"

  Xuanwu raised his hand and counted, only for a moment, Xuanwu's complexion became dignified, especially when he counted the origin of Jiujiu, he couldn't figure out anything.

  Xuanwu used several algorithms in a row, but the final result was nothingness. Xuanwu frowned and looked at Jiujiu, then said after a moment: "I can't figure it out."

Jiujiu asked the Xuanwu Gang to figure out where he came from. He didn’t have any hope. Seeing Xuanwu couldn’t figure it out, although he was a little disappointed, he didn’t ask any more because it made sense. He just watched and stood. The man facing him was puzzled: "Didn't you say that he died soon? Why hasn't he died?"

  Xuanwu: "I will die now."

As soon as Xuanwu's voice fell, there was an extra soul in his hand. If you look closely, you can see that the soul looks exactly like a man, but the difference is that the soul is so weak and small, it looks like a finger. A fragile thing that can be pinched to death.

  Jiu Jiu didn't expect that the soul of the man who killed even his own child was such a weak thing. Sure enough, the weaker he was, the more he would tell others that he was very powerful by shouting slogans.

   Jiujiu squeezed the soul in Xuanwu's hand to the palm of her hand, looked at the soul that was trembling because of being pinched by herself, chuckled, then set up the teleportation formation, and returned to Huangquan with Xuanwu.

  After returning to Mengpozhuang and stuffing the child into Xuanwu's hands, Jiujiu went outside to pick a flower from the other side and began to boil the Mengpo soup.

Jiujiu had never cooked Mengpo soup before, but because she remembered that Xuanwu used Bianhua to cook Mengpotang, she also learned Xuanwu to make soup with Bianhua, but this time, she added Qingluan’s tears to this bowl of soup. .

  Boil the soup, Jiujiu put the soup to the bottom of the bowl, put it in front of the soul, and motioned him to drink the bowl of Mengpo soup.

The soul thought that he would be treated cruelly by Jiujiu, but who knew Jiujiu instead of torturing him, instead cooked him a bowl of soup, thinking of the three words Mengpozhuang that he saw when he came, he knew, Jiu The bowl of soup that Jiu gave him was Meng Po soup.

It’s just that the Mengpo soup that Jiujiu gave him was not delicious. If the soup that Qingluan gave him before was like honey, then the bowl of Mengpo soup Jiujiu gave him was sour and smelly. With this fishy smell and some weird taste, it is nothing more than the most unpalatable thing in the world.

  Because of being afraid of Jiujiu, the man poured the bowl of soup into his stomach almost facing his scalp, and his face turned blue after drinking.

  Looking at the ugly face of the man’s soul, Jiujiu raised the corners of his mouth and asked, "Is it good?"

  Under Jiujiu’s lewd power, the man nodded tremblingly: "It’s delicious."

   "You are so hypocritical."

Jiujiu chuckled, and Qingluan’s tears were added to this bowl of soup, which was full of Qingluan’s emotions before his death, love and hatred, and the disappointment and resentment that could not be explained clearly. The other side flowers on the edge of the river, so not only the resentment of Qingluan, but also the resentment of countless evil ghosts in Wangchuan, this bowl of soup can be said to be the most nasty thing in the world.

  　 Three shifts, try to reply to four shifts tomorrow, 嘤嘤嘤~ give you my care~

  (End of this chapter)