Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 60
Now that he decided to help, it would be better sooner rather than later, Lin Yuan dragged the unconscious Duan Ping to the outside of the cave.

Outside the cave was a semi-circular ledge, which was just right for the technique. He threw Duan Ping on the ground, put the wooden sword between his eyebrows, and began to form an formation.

The golden light shines brightly in the formation, Xiaomeng Xianhong seems to be boiled in boiling water, and Yuan Tong cries loudly.

Although Ye Qingshuang was also uncomfortable, but relying on the demon bottle to protect her, the pain was not as severe as theirs.

She walked over to take the child from Xianhong's arms: "This battle is harmful to the demon, so you go out and I'll do it."

Xianhong was very grateful, and flew out of the formation.

Linyuan formed the formation with swords, and talisman papers were flying all over the sky. He commanded: "Yuantong Xun is in place, Duan Pinggan is in place, Yulin Langkun is in place."

Bai Ze held Duan Ping in his mouth and threw it to the character position of Qian, Ye Qingshuang carried the child to the character position of Xun, and Xiao Meng stepped on countless knives step by step, slowly moving towards the character Kun.

In just a dozen steps, every step is full of blood.

"Xiaomeng..." Xianhong's eyes were red: "Why don't you forget it..."

"No, I seek benevolence and benevolence, how can I give up?"

This formation is most aimed at Duan Ping and Xiao Meng, her pain is unavoidable.

When she arrived at the position of Kun, Lin Yuan reconfirmed: "Do you want to continue? This formation cannot be closed halfway after it is opened."

"Continue." Yu Linlang was firm and cheerful, with a gentle smile, just like the brave and innocent little banshee three years ago.

A smile let Lin Yuanchu see the radiant little dream three years ago, Duan Ping is really disgusting.

Ye Qingshuang suddenly blurred her vision, tears obscured the picture, but the face of that woman from more than 30 years ago appeared involuntarily in front of her eyes.

She didn't know why she suddenly thought of her, and she couldn't tell whether what she was feeling now was hatred, resentment, regret, or both.

It's just that an urge to see her suddenly arises, and I want to ask her personally, why?
Lin Yuan danced his sword in the formation, with a free and easy posture, the sword was awe-inspiring, and the bright golden light traveled with the hilt, like a dragon flying.

Xiaomeng and Duan Ping were engulfed in the golden light, with traces of red blood oozing out of their bodies, inextricably linked and continuous, the two strands of blood were intertwined, wrapping the child into a cocoon like silk, wrapping the child layer by layer.

The bloodshot became more and more bloodshot, the silk cocoon was glowing red, the crying of Yuantong gradually stopped, Xiaomeng couldn't stand up, fell down on the ground, Duan Ping couldn't help twitching.

If Xiaomeng didn't bring it up, Linyuan wouldn't care about her and Yuantong anymore, because his goal was only Duan Ping.

The matter between Xiaomeng and resentful children is a gain or a loss, and there will be a way of heaven to punish or make up for it, which is not his job.

But she mentioned it, and the request is reasonable, and A Shuang also wants to help, so it doesn't hurt to help.

Besides, Ah Shuang can have something she wants to do on her own initiative, which is already very good. It is better to be encouraged than to be in a daze every day without desire or desire.

In the formation, the golden dragon raised its head and chanted, the golden light suddenly scattered, the magic circle disappeared, and the ceremony was over.

Xiaomeng passed out, and Xianhong hurriedly ran to help her, crying.

The red cocoons fell back into Ye Qingshuang's arms one by one, and Bai Ze jumped over to look at them. The cocoons opened and flew rhythmically, as if they were breathing.

Only Duan Ping ignored him.

"My child, my child..." Xiaomeng opened her eyes weakly, breathing weakly.

Ye Qingshuang hugged the cocoon and showed her: "I'm breathing, don't worry."

Xiaomeng smiled, loving and satisfied, looking at Linyuan: "The cocoon is broken, can Xiaobao be reincarnated?"

"Yes, it takes twelve hours to reshape your bones and blood, and then you can break out of the cocoon." The time of breaking out of the cocoon is the time when your resentment will tear your body and disappear into ashes.

"Thank you Daoist, thank you Grandpa Bai Ze." She was pale, but she was smiling, and there was light in Kuhao's eyes.

Lin Yuan couldn't bear to turn his face away, and Bai Ze was also rare and taciturn.

"Miss Ye, Xiaobao and I are especially grateful to you."

"You're welcome." Ye Qingshuang raised her brows and lowered her eyes, calm and ordinary.

"Come here, I'll give you a present."

She stretched out her hand to Ye Qingshuang, who hesitated for a moment, approached slowly, and held out a hand.

Xiaomeng took her by the hand, showed a satisfied and pale smile, closed her eyes and forced out a bead emitting strange lights of five colors from the top of her head: "This is my inner alchemy, I won't need it anymore, I will give it to you as a gift. Thank you."

The beads slowly fell into their overlapping hands, and Xiaomeng closed Ye Qingshuang's palms, with an expression like an elder, loving and peaceful: "Don't be disgusted, my inner alchemy is not infected with demon energy."

"Well, thank you." Ye Qingshuang looked at her, and for a moment she didn't know what else to say, as if there were thousands of words in her heart, but she couldn't make a sentence, and couldn't say it.

Xiaomeng's temperature made her inexplicably attached.

"You are a smart girl, don't be deceived by men's sweet words and lose your mind." Xiaomeng seemed to be talking about herself, but she glanced at Linyuan meaningfully, and tightly held Ye Qingshuang's hand.

The world is as black as crows, this is what she wanted to leave to Ye Qingshuang, but the crows just helped Xiaobao reshape his flesh and blood, she couldn't say it outright, she could only vaguely remind Ye Qingshuang to keep her heart.

Or maybe Lin Yuan is not a crow, but she doesn't want to see any girl like herself anymore, so let her mind be dirty and the heart of a villain is good.

Ye Qingshuang nodded, and she turned to Xianhong with confidence.

"Honghong..."

"Don't say anything, I won't listen, wait until you get better." Xianhong interrupted her, sniffing her nose: "Xiaomeng, the thing I regret the most is that I didn't take good care of you three years ago."

"It's fine if you don't pick him up."

"Silly Honghong..."

Xiaomeng struggled to get up, and went to the cave with vain steps: "You guys go, I'm tired."

"Don't you want to see what Xiaobao looks like after breaking out of the cocoon?" Ye Qingshuang asked.

She turned her back and said with a wry smile: "I don't want to watch it, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it, knowing that it will be fine in the future, that's enough."

After finishing speaking, she staggered and continued to walk, and Xianhong quickly followed up to help her: "Sister Yezi, you go to business, I will accompany Xiaomeng here."

They disappeared at the entrance of the cave, and Ye Qingshuang was in a daze for a long time, unable to tell what it was like in her heart, melancholy, pity, heartache... all kinds of tastes were indistinguishable.

Bai Ze put his head on Ye Qingshuang's shoulder: "Cub."

She stroked its satin-like fur: "Let's go."

The jade pendant flew up, and Ye Qingshuang turned into a mist and entered.

Linyuan flew in the clouds on Bai Ze, and the magnificent morning glow covered the sky. He looked back at Yunshan Mountain in the glow, and the green was turning yellow.

A mortal relationship, unbearably beautiful.

Killing Little Theater:
Xiaomeng: (sincerely speaking) Don't get close to men, you will become unlucky.

Xianhong: Xiaomeng is right.

Xiaomeng: Men are black crows, and so are stinky Taoist priests.

Bai Ze: That's right, I agree with the second half of the sentence, I don't like seeing him every day, he kidnapped my girl, and I don't take pictures of him in the urine.

Lin Yuan: (sneering) Then I agree with the first half of the sentence. When your daughter-in-law is found, I will tell her a story.

　Yu Linlang's story ended at the end, it was really uncomfortable to write, and the unfortunate person spent his life to heal his childhood.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)