Comprehension Dragon Soul

But if they want to practice, they have to wait for them to find a place to stay.This small town doesn't look very suitable now. If possible, Si Minglang would like to change to a place with a little spirit.

But now who doesn't know that this small town is no longer safe?A well-cultivated monk like Si Minglang felt uneasy, let alone ordinary people.Among the most frightening are those parents with young children at home.

Since the day the city was closed, more than a dozen children have been lost in this small city one after another.They were all boys between the ages of six and ten, usually more lively and active.Families with girls didn’t feel much better. There was a family in the south of the city. A few years ago, twins were born. It was a happy family that everyone envied, but the boy was stolen at night, and the girl became A dead body with seven orifices bleeding.Presumably, when the child was stolen, the daughter saw it and wanted to stop him, but he didn't expect to be directly killed by that person.The mother woke up early in the morning and looked at her daughter's small appearance. If she hadn't insisted on trying to find her son, she would have gone crazy.

In this way, who has children at home, who doesn't want to escape from the city?Even a family without children can't help but feel a little gloomy. What if the monster who stole children is not satisfied with children?For a while, everyone was in danger, but no one could persuade the monks who sealed the city to open the city gate and let people out.

After Ao Rui woke up, Si Minglang's actions became much more convenient. At least Ao Rui could turn back into a palm-sized little dragon, coiled around his chest in his underwear, and he would no longer be suspected of holding a child of unknown origin.Just in case, Si Minglang changed his clothes again, this time he was dressed like a wandering Taoist priest, and he also used the smoked herbs he brought from home, so the smell of his clothes was also different.As long as he doesn't do anything, no one will find out that he is the cultivator who was hunted down so badly yesterday.

When Si Minglang walked to the edge of the city gate, he found that this side was completely surrounded by mortals. From time to time, young women rushed over, or walked back in relief or in a daze.Si Minglang pretended to be a mortal, and squeezed forward in the crowd, just bumping into a woman with disheveled hair who pushed her away from the other end, looked at one of the three corpses on the ground, and suddenly let out a sharp hiss: "I Bao'er!"

The girl fell to the ground, and it was only when Si Minglang noticed that she was carrying the already stiff corpse of a girl on her back, so no one dared to help her.The woman stumbled and stood up again, knelt and sat next to one of the little boys, took out a handkerchief and wiped the boy's face clean, then put down the girl she was carrying, and lay side by side with him.

The corpses of the two pale-faced babies were not very good-looking, but the woman laughed and looked at them with loving eyes: "Baby, sleep well, every time you sleep, you grow an inch. "As he spoke, he patted the little girl's hand lightly, stroked the boy's hair, and sang a lullaby.

There were people who knew her by the side, and some couldn't help crying when they saw the tragedy. Si Minglang stood aside, feeling like a bystander who had nothing to do with the world, but couldn't help but be amazed by what he saw. All clenched fists.The mother humming the song has gone mad.However, Si Minglang seemed to see a familiar face through her, the dragon-shaped spirit that was trapped by the restraint, but ignored the pain of the spirit dissipating, and wanted to rush out to save his life. That was his mother.

The mothers of the other two corpses also rushed over. One of them snatched her child and rushed out stumblingly. Her husband stopped her, but she kicked him over: "My son was only injured a little. Can the doctor help me?" Wake him up!" The husband couldn't hold back his tears, but he knew the child was hopeless.While the husband and wife tugged, the child's clothes were ripped open, revealing the body underneath, without a piece of good flesh.The mother screamed and fainted.

The relatives and friends nearby came to help each other, and the people at the gate of the city dispersed one after another.Only the woman who was holding the child and singing a lullaby was left, and the two women beside her sighed as they looked at her. The bodies of the three children suddenly appeared here today, and the fate of the other lost children can be imagined.

Si Minglang took one last look at the mother and her child, patted Ao Rui's tail wriggling on his chest, and finally turned and left.

He didn't go forward to say more to that mother, so what else could he say?Tell her that all this is done by the monks of the evil way. There are many monks of the righteous way in this city, but they failed to catch the thief who stole the child?

I am also a monk!

Si Minglang clenched the sword in his hand, and the anger in his heart seemed to be pouring oil on the fire, blazing up. He wanted to protect himself, to keep his life, and not to be involved in other conspiracy , to accumulate cultivation bases, so as to avenge myself before rebirth, so as to protect the people I value.

But with such a cold-eyed onlooker, is the Dao he cultivated in the end still his Dao?After growing up like this, is he still Si Minglang?Isn't he a selfish villain like this?

It was as if he had returned to that dying Si Minglang's body again. He was weighed down by the heavy lake water that made him suffocate. His limbs and feet were covered with an ice shell that could kill people's souls. And he was walking towards own end.

Is an out-and-out loser.

And now he is obviously not.Si Minglang's heavy footsteps suddenly stopped, the seriousness on his face dissipated, and his whole figure seemed to have broken an invisible shell, making him look much more lively and bright.Of course he would have revenge, but before that, he was still a cultivator.He has his own way to go and his own persistence in his heart, but he is not a pawn living for Yin Mochen.

Silently, Si Minglang flickered behind the corner house a few times before disappearing into the crowd.And the other man in the hood, who hesitated for a moment, realized that he couldn't track the man, his pupils shrank slightly, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he sighed softly, "Interesting." Then he disappeared.

Si Minglang came a step late, but he couldn't find this person anymore.

Regarding the current chaos in the small town, Si Minglang also had his own guesses. The man in the hood he wanted to find should be one of the forces involved, and the people who stole the children probably belonged to another force. , is the first family who lost their child, the comprehension family who came to prepare for Yanjun's marriage, the Sun family of Yanshan.

Leaving aside any conflicts of interest among the three parties, Si Minglang sighed softly. He had just looked at the bodies of those three children. When the person was taken away, this small body was empty, and there was nothing there.

In today's world of self-cultivation, the most famous magic skill that requires children's blood and soul is the blood-eating magic skill practiced by one of the three masters of the magic way, but it is a secret.The low-grade blood demon skill is vicious and terrifying, and it has been passed down in the same vein. It seems that so many sacrifices are needed to practice. It must be that the demon has reached a critical point in his cultivation, such as the bottleneck of Qi training to foundation establishment.

Si Minglang's heart trembled, but his actions became more cautious.