Portable Space: Reborn Female Cultivator

Chapter 738 Small World 30
Qing'er curled her lips, "What is the heart made of? Of course it's made of flesh and blood. Besides, that Young Master Wu is obviously faking it, even the blind know it."

"Hmph, it's simply unreasonable. What do you know, little girl? Young Master Wu is affectionate and righteous. If Han Xiulan was another woman, she would have been executed by Ling Chi long ago. Young Master Wu still wanted to save her life." "The old man continued with a cold snort, honestly, in their opinion, people like Han Xiulan deserve death, and the young master of the Wu family is too generous.

"You old man, what do you know? You said that Wu Wen fainted, you wouldn't find a doctor to show him?" After talking for so long, Qing'er became a little angry, "Stubborn, Besides, what is wrong with Han Xiulan? You men go to find women as soon as they have money, and those from a better family will have three wives and four concubines. Not to mention that Xiulan has never done that, even if she really did. So what? You only allowed state officials to set fires and not allow people to light lamps, but you did it very smoothly!"

The old man pointed at Qing'er, unable to speak for a long time, the man standing next to the old man quickly supported him, comforting him while comforting him, "Uncle Zhu, don't be angry, don't be angry."

"Hmph, it's good to be mad." Qing'er said bluntly, then pulled Lingyue up and walked outside, "Mom, let's go."

Lingyue shook her head, but her eyes were on the fire platform. The person holding the handle was already getting closer, and the fire was just about to touch the oiled firewood.

"Execution!" The person in charge roared, and the person holding the handle lit the firewood. In all four directions, the sky was instantly filled with red light and thick smoke billowed.

"Mom, what should I do?" Qing'er pulled Lingyue's sleeve, her pretty face was full of anxiety, "Mom, I'm going to save her!"

"Qing'er, be safe and don't be impatient." Lingyue took Qing'er's hand and shook her head at her.If that person doesn't show up, then she makes a move.

The smoke got thicker and the fire burned hotter and hotter, but Lingyue and others didn't show any signs at all. Lingyue's fingers trembled slightly, and a strange wind went towards the burning fire.

"Mom, let me go, I'm going to save her, she's innocent." Qing'er wanted to get out of Lingyue's hand, but couldn't, so she said helplessly.

"No, he's here." Lingyue looked towards the east, and then looked at Han Xiulan's fire that was about to burn on the high platform, "He came just in time." She said this very coldly, without half a point emotions, but Qing'er clearly heard a bit of sarcasm from it, "Let's go, this scene should end."

Lingyue and Qing'er left the crowd quietly. Not long after they left, a few figures flew from the east. Their goal was obvious: to kill Han Xiulan who was on the fire.

Although Jiangcheng was not big, it was still quite prosperous. Lingyue and Qing'er wandered around the streets of Jiangcheng after they left the execution ground.

"It's so fragrant, so fragrant." Qing'er ran to the steamed bun stall in twos and twos, staring at the steamed buns with big bony eyes, "Grandma, can you give me some?"

"Okay." The old lady smiled kindly, and took out a paper bag to wrap a few buns and handed them to Qing'er, "Girl, here. Eat it while it's hot, it's delicious."

(End of this chapter)