Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 152 You must be tired
"No, I'm not tired, sister. Even if they volunteered, isn't this... a bit too much?"

They volunteered to do such a stupid thing, and Ma Xianhong believed it for some reason.

Upon seeing this, the president slowly walked towards the self-cultivation furnace, dragged out the dead alien at the core, and stuffed the core he brought in. While operating it, he said:

"It's too much. I have tried to stop them. So the core I gave them now doesn't use any of their lives. Don't you want to see how the self-cultivation furnace works?"

After the president stuffed the core, he stood up slowly and signaled to the side with his eyes. A group of subordinates who had followed the president up the mountain began to carry away the unconscious and seriously injured subordinates around them one by one with expressionless faces. Those sacrificed aliens were also cleared out one by one.

After a while, everything on the mountain seemed as if nothing had happened, and there was not even any trace of blood on the ground.

Only a self-cultivation furnace was left, standing alone in front of the two of them.

The president walked back to Ma Xianhong, put his hand gently on his shoulder, and said softly:
"You can feel the operation of this self-cultivation furnace, right?"

"Um……"

Ma Xianhong stared at the self-cultivation furnace with his eyes fixed, even if it did not have the upper aptitude to operate and no ordinary person could enter, but as the creator of the self-cultivation furnace, he could truly sense the perfection of the self-cultivation furnace.

This core...is indeed correct.

The self-cultivation furnace is ready.

In other words, the first generation of self-cultivation furnace was successful!
Ma Xianhong wanted to wave his hands excitedly and shout loudly.

But reason told him that what he should understand now were the people who died.

Before he could speak, the president sighed and said:
"If I can, I don't want them to sacrifice, but everyone has their own way of expressing their passion. Many times, we can only be bystanders and can't do anything."

As she spoke, she gently stroked Ma Xianhong's hair, as if she was soothing a kitten for its nap.

"Don't think too much. You must be exhausted. Let's go back to Biyou Village and have some rest."

"..."

Ma Xianhong opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't ask any question. It was as if the other party had given answers to all his questions, but the answers were vague and did not directly answer his questions.

Because of the success of the self-cultivation furnace and these tedious questions and answers, his nerves were gradually becoming tired.

"Well, sister...I want to go to bed."

"Well, don't worry, this kind of situation will never happen again. I will definitely be strict with those kids."

The president nodded and followed him to Biyou Village.

Those men who were brought up left quietly along the path.

The top of the mountain has regained its former tranquility. With the core, the self-cultivation furnace that can be operated is being placed in the empty temple.

The Biyou Village at the foot of the mountain did not become chaotic because of Ma Xianhong's trouble. Everyone just watched Ma Xianhong go up the mountain, and it took a long time before he came down.

Following behind him was Sister Ma Xianhong, who often appeared in Biyou Village.

Liu Wukui just glanced at it from a distance and didn't take it seriously.

When the self-cultivation furnace was first built, the leader did not go down the mountain for more than half a month.

In the past, I could stay in my room for a month.

So now it takes a long time, and there is also the so-called sister next to me.

Liu Wukui naturally had no reason to doubt, and he waved from a distance as a greeting.

Ma Xianhong forced a faint smile, waved his hand in response, and walked towards his room.

"Why does the leader look so exhausted? He was full of energy for the past half month."

Liu Wukui put his hands on his waist, feeling puzzled.

The elder brother at the side looked at Ma Xianhong quietly, "I don't know, but what he did must be beyond our imagination. Let's go out for a walk. Don't you like to go out and play?"

"No, it's fine for me to accompany my brother. When the leader's self-cultivation furnace is built and your illness is cured, we can go out and play again."

When she heard about going out to play, her eyes lit up, but her brother's condition made her dare not stay too far away from him. Even when she was playing with Tang Men these days, she kept her brother by his side, for fear that he would suddenly fall ill.

The brother listened to her unwilling speech and said with a wry smile: "Can't you push me to play with you?" "Yeah, fine."

Liu Wukui put aside Ma Xianhong's suspicion of unusual fatigue and started pushing his brother to play.

My Lord...

Her brother glanced at Ma Xianhong's figure, and then watched the president walking leisurely behind Ma Xianhong as if walking a dog.

There is always a strange feeling in my heart.

Being frail and sickly, he could do very little. Even taking a bath had to be "helped" by his sister and Ruhua.

So observing the details around him became a common thing for him every day, even though no one would ask him or care about him.

It was precisely because of this character that he gradually discovered that the village chief of Biyou Village, the leader of the New Jiejiao... did not seem to get along with his so-called sister like a family member.

This abnormality became more and more obvious as the Tang Sect group came over.

But even if he noticed something was wrong, he couldn't help much, because after all, he was just a useless person.

So the only thing we can do... is to get Liu Wukui away.

In other words, it is to tell his younger sister not to have any contact with the so-called older sister.

……

Ma Xianhong returned to the room, lay down on the bed, and turned his head to look at his sister who was sitting beside him.

Feng Qin's figure seemed to overlap with hers, but because of the seal on the bracelet, Ma Xianhong could no longer remember who the figure that overlapped with her sister was.

"Go to sleep. When you fall asleep, I will be busy too."

The president's voice is very pleasant, like a cool summer breeze, but it is also very emotionless, and the cool breeze is a little bit biting enough to make your skin crawl.

Ma Xianhong was obviously used to hearing it before, but now he felt a little uncomfortable. However, he couldn't bear the fatigue and still couldn't help falling asleep.

A blue flame covered the president's hand, and she said in a very soft voice:

"When did you find out..."

Her hand gently stroked Ma Xianhong's head, and a blue flame covered his head.

"Oh?"

The president frowned slightly, his eyebrows moved slightly, and the Qi flame in his hand increased in strength.

But the result was a series of extremely blurry images, as if they had been covered over the memory by some crude means.

Different from the modification and search by both hands, this kind of covering is more like inserting a layer of frosting into the picture of memory to block and erase those things.

But it can be discerned that Ma Xianhong had gone up the mountain a few days ago when his subordinates called, but he seemed to have gone up the mountain alone, and after a few days of ideological struggle, he decided to defeat that group of subordinates.

"Forehead…"

Ma Xianhong frowned, his memory being constantly turned over made him feel a stabbing pain in his head.

The president withdrew his hand, looked at his painful appearance, rubbed his head gently, and whispered:

"Don't disobey your sister anymore. I'm doing this for your own good. Go to sleep."

New memories overlayed on the scenes seen when climbing the mountain earlier.

Because the memory had been blurred long ago, the whole process went unusually smoothly.

The president knew that Ma Xianhong deliberately blurred his memory, probably because he saw the mental state of the people on the mountain and made a safeguard.

"How foolish! You are the successor of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, my brother. How could you possibly..."

“What kind of person would I become?”

(End of this chapter)