City Monster Evolver

Neither Quku nor the group of Bhutanese expected the suzerain's head to appear here.

The Bhutanese who had been clamoring to leave just now did not hesitate at this moment, turned around and fled towards the depths of the jungle.

These people obviously didn't expect that they would be able to successfully escape from the sect master's pursuit, but they just scattered and fled with the idea that if they stayed, they would die, so it was better to fight.

As for how many fish can slip through the net, it depends on their own lives.

It's a pity, how can such a thing as fate be used as an excuse for a person to survive? Dare to betray the sect, how can the sect master let this group of traitors survive?

These people fled quickly in several directions, originally thinking that at least a few people would get away with it, but how could the sect master give them this opportunity?

I saw the black figure fly into the air, its body spinning in the air, and countless fallen leaves flew around her body, tumbling, and then flew towards the fleeing Bhutanese people.

These leaves, which had been soft and weak, suddenly became as tough and sharp as steel. Fly straight away with the sound of breaking the air.

The Bhutanese who had spoken to Quku was the first to run away, the furthest of the group, and now he was the first to die.

A green leaf went straight through his neck and circled around his neck.

Suddenly, a thin red line of blood appeared on his neck, and then this blood line began to ooze red droplets, and finally these blood droplets exploded like a gushing faucet.

Blood gushed out of his entire head and rushed into the air. It turned out that the leaf actually cut off his entire neck, and under the strong impact of arterial blood, the whole head rushed into the air and fell to the ground.

The muddy grass was stained with blood, and his face still hung with the desire to escape, but his eyes were forever closed.

The few other Bhutanese who chose to flee, and so on, did not slip through the net. The heads of the men fell to the ground, and their bodies were still running forward.

It's just that they never had a chance to go one step further.

One by one, the remaining Bhutanese fell to their knees, shaking. Their mood at this time is very complicated, fear and happiness are intertwined, and there are mixed tastes.

Fortunately, the difference between one thought is now two ends of life and death. Fortunately, they did not choose such a path, and now they still have the opportunity to kneel here with their heads on their necks and wait for the verdict to be announced.

The fear is that fate is no longer in his hands. The Sect Master could easily kill them at any time, and this unknown fear had already made their bodies stiffen and tremble.

I'm afraid that only one of the people present was mixed with other emotions besides fear and happiness. That man was Quku.

This was the first time Quku had met the legendary suzerain, an outside intelligence officer, and it was rare for Quku to have the opportunity to come into contact with the suzerain like these Bhutanese people.

And he finally saw the sect master today, in addition to the cruelty of the lord's decisive killing, he also discovered a secret that surprised him: the sect master turned out to be a woman!

In Bhutan, the status of women is higher than that of men. This is completely inconsistent with the general Asian tradition of male superiority and inferiority of women. It is also said that Bhutanese women can be polyandry, but this is only a side to illustrate the dignity of women's identity.

Because in Bhutan, the financial power of a family, the right to speak, is held by women. So it's not an unacceptable thing for the suzerain to be a woman.

Quku was surprised by the beauty of the sect master.

Although the sect master's whole body was wrapped in a red light veil, he could still see the pink and delicate skin, and his already curvy and bewitching body.

Of course, Qu Ku didn't dare to blaspheme the sect master with his eyes so blatantly, he just glanced at the sect master hurriedly when he made a move just now, and then immediately lowered his head and fell to the ground.

The surrounding area was as quiet as death, and the surviving group found that the Bhutanese who had just died had not even had time to let out a wail, and died quietly.

According to legend, a Bhutanese woman who is fortunate enough to be chosen as the suzerain is picked up by the clan from the moment she is born, and the previous suzerain's head is responsible for teaching and cultivating until she reaches adulthood at the age of 16.

During this time, she will be admired by everyone throughout Bhutan. And she will always cover her face with a red veil and keep her virgin body until she meets her other half.

In Bhutanese customs, there is no such thing as a woman marrying.

Because in Bhutan, the status of women is very high, so only men are in the women's households. There is no such thing as marrying a woman, only the conventional way of marrying a woman.

This is somewhat similar to the Mosuo people in Huaxia, both of which are feminist societies. It's just that Bhutan is more obvious.

Therefore, although the suzerain has actual power, he rarely takes action in person. But this time, it is obvious that things have changed very much, and even the sect master has personally stepped in.

"You're Quku?" The sect master asked coldly.

Although the tone was cold, the voice that was still as beautiful as the sound of heaven suddenly made Qu Ku feel a little relaxed.

You know, before this, Quku was just a small intelligence officer, scattered to collect and report all information related to Bhutan, and this kind of low-end intelligence officer was not qualified to come into contact with the suzerain.

At this moment, the sect master actually asked in person, how could Qu Ku not be excited and quickly nodded yes.

"In what direction did those Huaxia people go?" The sect master still asked coldly.

"They went towards the Holy Mountain." Quku replied respectfully with his head down.

The Holy Mountain, that is, the Himalayas. Although the Himalayas belong to the Chinese country, the surrounding small countries are all near the Himalayas, and the Himalayas have naturally become the sacred mountains in their mouths.

Legend has it that there was once a hidden cave in the northern foothills of the Himalayas, which contained endless treasures and great secrets.

This secret is kept by the reincarnated spirit child of Tibet, but the surrounding tribes have been eyeing each other. Bhutan, a small country bordering the Chinese state of Tibet, has always claimed to be the true guardian of this secret.

However, the two forces have been competing for many years and have always been comparable. Now that these Chinese people have suddenly appeared, how can it not arouse their vigilance?

"Sect Master?" Quku wanted to say something. The red robe had already floated away, and there was no stay at all, like a fragrant breeze blowing.

Quku gritted his teeth, looked at the departing Qianying and licked his dry lips, and immediately followed. _

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