Reborn into a tyrant's sweet and soft petite bag

Chapter 92
When the strange couple heard what he said, they felt that he was right, and immediately withdrew.

After the two left, Si Yeye explained to Qin Ci what had happened.

It turned out that they had drifted to a village and were rescued by this couple. In order to eat and drink, Si Yeye pretended to have amnesia and recognized them as his own parents. Unexpectedly, they accepted their cheap girls.

Qin Ci was speechless after listening, "You are really a chicken thief."

Just find a couple and recognize the parents. If her own father finds out about this, she won't be as angry as a toad.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the door.

The two looked at each other and leaned close to the door to listen.

Outside.

"This year, the girl who pays homage to the mountain god will be chosen from your family, no problem."

The couple nodded and bowed, "No problem, no problem. Paying homage to mountain gods has been our custom for thousands of years. We will definitely abide by it. Don't worry, the patriarch."

They beckon people to leave.

Qin Ci leaned against the door, indicating that the princess was speechless.

"This is the father and mother you said? They are going to sell their daughter."

They just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den again?

It has been more than a month since I disappeared, and it seems that the new year is not going well.

Si Yeye blushed, "I, I didn't know they would be like this, but even if we don't recognize them as parents, we should sacrifice us..."

This is true, Qin Ci is powerless to refute.

The two returned to the couch and began to think about what to do next.

Time passed by little by little, and there was nothing to do.

Si Yeye said dejectedly, "Why don't you go, I'll stay behind."

He wanted to be polite, but Qin Ci jumped off the bed and punched him on the shoulder, "Okay, Sister Si is very loyal!"

Si Yeye clogged his throat with a mouthful of blood.

He wailed, "I jumped off the moat with you and shared life and death together. Are you going to abandon me now?"

He was really wrong!
The young man disguised himself as a woman and came out to play. If he didn't realize it, he would lose his life!

Qin Ci chuckled, "It's like you can survive without jumping off."

Even if that group of people didn't kill her, they wouldn't let them run away. The consequences of catching her back would be to beat her up and sell her.

Si Yeye felt that his face was lost, sniffled and said, "Then what should we do?"

Qin Ci couldn't think of a way for a while, so he could only comfort him first, "Survivors will have blessings in the future. Last time I was able to escape from the hands of desperadoes, this time it is also possible."

The letter I saw last time said that Xiliang had already sent people to Dongyan to look for her, and the most important thing at the moment was to find a way to survive.

The wooden door was opened, and a middle-aged woman came in carrying a basket, which contained a lot of joss sticks, paper money, and tributes.

Si Yeye wiped away tears and walked up, "Mother, are you preparing something for sacrifice?"

After finishing speaking, he clamored to pick the fiery red flower buds in the yard.

Aunt Liu grabbed her arm and said sternly, "Don't move, this flower is our god flower, if touched by mortals, it will anger the gods, and it will cause you to vomit and faint, or even die!"

Si Yeye tremblingly withdrew his hand, so frightened that he immediately retracted behind Qin Ci.

Only then was Aunt Liu satisfied, and took out two white clothes from the basket, "Come and put these two clothes on, and I'll take you to play tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, she dropped two pieces of clothes, exited the room, and locked the door to prevent them from escaping.

Si Yeye held the shroud embroidered with chrysanthemums, and howled ghostly, "Whoa, whoa, I don't wear it, these are clothes worn by dead people."

Qin Ci looked at the clusters of fiery red flowers through the window, and said crisply, "There are a lot of poisonous rhododendrons here. If you smell them too much, you will be stunned and poisoned. They are not magical flowers at all. They were all deceived."

At first glance, it looks like an ancient village in a ravine. It is not surprising that people believe in divine flowers and offer sacrifices to mountain gods.

Si Yeye nodded, half understanding.

He gritted his teeth, "These people are really stupid. In order to sacrifice to the mountain god, they use children as sacrifices!"

Qin Ci glanced at the locked door, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Since you can't escape, why don't you come and see what mountain god they are offering sacrifices to?"

On the second day, the sky was very bright.

The villagers of the whole village carried the prepared tributes and rushed towards the top of the mountain one after another.

Qin Ci and Qin Ci sat on the back of the bull, with strange symbols drawn on their faces, and in front of them was the sorceress who led the bull.

There were unknown wild flowers blooming on both sides of the road. Qin Ci suddenly pointed to an ordinary-looking flower and asked, "Grandma, what kind of flower is that? It's so beautiful. Can you pick one for me?"

The witch looked over and found that it was an ordinary flower. She thought that the child would not live long, so she granted her request.

Qin Ci took the wild flowers and ate them quietly while the villagers were not paying attention.

The wind on the mountain was like an ice knife, and the grass was covered with frost. Finally, when the cock crowed, everyone rushed to the mountain temple on the top of the mountain.

The sorcerer began to mutter, and the bell in her hand rang wildly.Everyone offered incense, worshiped three times and kowtowed nine times.

In the end, the sorceress pointed the mahogany sword at Qin Ci and threatened to burn them.

The couple who saved them showed their true faces, "Don't blame us for being cruel, if you want to blame it, blame your bad luck! When you get to the bottom, you must serve the mountain god well and bless us with good weather!"

Qin Ci sat on the back of the bull and said nothing.

He even sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and wore a plain white shroud, looking like a fairy.

Si Yeye stood up at this moment, pointed at them with his hands on his hips and cursed, "Bold! How dare you talk to Goddess like that! Are you tired?!"

The villagers were startled, and were about to go forward to catch them, but saw the little girl pull out a handful of magic flowers from behind and hold them in her arms.

She swept her eyes across the crowd, and said melodiously, "I am the fairy boy Dujuan, you mortals, if you dare to make this fairy boy sacrifice, you don't want to live anymore, but you have lived enough."

The flowers were held by her for most of the day, but everyone looked at each other and fell to their knees, "Xian Tong, please forgive me, Xiantong, please forgive me—"

Qin Ci looked at the crowd of villagers, and continued, "This fairy boy went down to the world to check the people's sentiments. When he passed by here, why don't you give this fairy boy a tribute?"

The patriarch urged, smashing his crutches, "Hurry up! The fairy boy has already spoken, what are you still doing!?"

As soon as the patriarch spoke, all the tributes that were originally given to the mountain god grandfather were given to Qin Ci.

one morning.

Qin Ci's status has risen, and she was carried back to the village by eight sedan chairs. Every family offered food and treats, only asking the fairy boy to show mercy and bless them with good weather every year and prosperity for future generations.

Qin Ci lingered and forgot to leave!

Such comfortable days lasted until a month later.

Suddenly an army appeared in the village and searched every house. The villagers were gathered together, all panicked.

In the patriarch's living room, Qin Chen was dressed in a dark red black gold auspicious animal round collar official uniform, standing in front of Qin Ci who had been tributed as an ancestor.

(End of this chapter)