I, Guhuo Bird, am not an umbrella demon, please don’t disturb me

The Son of God lowered his head and said nothing, and the expression on his face said everything.

Bai Qingyu had long thought that this child's character was a bit cowardly, but he didn't expect the situation to be so outrageous.

"What did those villagers bring you? You have to do this. You are good to them, but how do they treat you? Sometimes you can't just be gentle. You have done a lot for this village. They should at least have some respect. Bar?"

The Son of God lowered his head, "It has nothing to do with you, it's all my fault. I'm leaving first, Sister Bai."

Bai Qingyu deliberately stayed away from the village, and unexpectedly met Huang here. Needless to say, this child was probably beaten out.

Huang lowered his head and was about to leave, but Bai Qingyu grabbed his wrist.

Huang subconsciously raised his head, and what he saw was Bai Qingyu's serious eyes.

"Go, come back with me first."

"But I..."

"If you don't come with me, you'll have nowhere to go. Return to the village you miss so much and continue to get beaten up?"

Seeing Huang hesitate and struggle, Bai Qingyu spoke again, "Don't worry, I won't force you to stay, and I won't let you do anything. I just want to help you look at your injuries."

She didn't even know what to say. A demon with foundation-building strength was seriously injured by a group of mortals. Not to mention serious injuries, the injuries on his body were not much better anyway.

I happily went out to catch some seafood, but I didn’t expect to encounter such a thing when I came back.

For Bai Qingyu, cubs are divided into domestic cubs and wild cubs, and Huang undoubtedly belongs to the category of wild cubs.

Of course, not all children are brats. Bai Qingyu doesn't bother to take a second look at some such children who are wilted in heart.

I felt quite distressed today when I saw Huang being beaten like this.

Before asking Huang to find out the female monk, Bai Qingyu really didn't expect that Huang would end up like this.

I never dreamed that a foundation-building monk could be beaten like this. If you didn't fight back, you would always run away, right?

When you are surrounded by a group of villagers, can you just run away? Even if you have ten legs, you can't catch them. How can you stand there and beat them for nothing?

Holding Huang's wrist, Bai Qingyu walked in front.

Huang raised his head and looked at the monster who had been rumored to be a beautiful sea monster in the village. His heart was extremely complicated for a moment. He didn't know what he was thinking. He just felt that this delicate back was inexplicably reassuring.

Holding a bamboo basket that was almost bigger than her, Zhen walked to Huang's side. There was no expression on her face, and she said calmly, "Shenzi, you shouldn't be like this. You should listen to what my aunt said. You Everything you have done for the village should not be beaten or scolded, but should be rewarded with respect."

"You are too soft-hearted." Sanwu girl commented.

"Even if the power of prophecy disappears, it shouldn't be like this. Blind retreat and tolerance will only add more scars to you."

Huang and Zhen had a good relationship. When Zhen was still living in the fishing village, she had no friends around her and only Huang was willing to say a few words to her.

"I know, I just feel that I should be responsible for the villagers who died in danger." Huang stared at the ground and whispered.

The reason why Huang didn't resist was not because of his love for the village, or not entirely because of this.More importantly, I still blame myself.

If his prediction could be more accurate, then they wouldn't be dead.

Huang often thought like this when he was beaten by villagers.

Xun didn't speak anymore, and had nothing to say. Huang's idea couldn't be changed without going through some things, and it was useless no matter how much he said.

All the way back to the cabin, Bai Qingyu asked Zhentian to boil water, then pressed Huang on a chair in the yard and helped him take off his shirt.Sure enough, as soon as the shirt was taken off, Bai Qingyu's body was covered with numerous wounds that appeared in Bai Qingyu's sight. Most of them were wounds from whips, and there were even a lot of skin wrinkled together, festering and blistering.

It looked like it was made with boiling water. If you were bolder, it might have been made with red-hot iron.

On the way back, Bai Qingyu was still thinking, skin trauma is not a big problem. How can a foundation-building demon recover from skin trauma?What she needed to worry about most was the internal injuries caused by blunt force blows. Now she changed her mind. The child's external injuries were equally terrifying.

The most serious trauma Bai Qingyu had ever dealt with was when he rescued Zhen. She was also covered with sword wounds. The wounds on Huang's body were much more than those on Zhen's body at that time. What's even weirder is that he There were actually spiritual fluctuations on his body, like wounds caused by a monk's magic weapon.

On the other side, Shutun, who was boxing in the yard, noticed this and walked over to look sideways.

"Auntie, what's the matter?"

After being together for such a long time, and after being given some guidance by Bai Qingyu, Jiutan's strength has greatly increased. Now Jiutan feels no pressure at all when calling her aunt. After eating and drinking at Bai Qingyu's place for another month, she found that it turned out that The food can be so delicious, Bai Qingyu is closer to him than his aunt.

It only took a month to go from a stupid young man who wanted to challenge Bai Qingyu to a rubber-faced one who just ate and drank.

"He was beaten by the villagers."

Bai Qingyu said while cleaning his wounds with water and wet towels.

Some of the injuries on Huang's body were inflamed and ulcerated. Such injuries would have been fatal to ordinary people, leaving him with only a few breaths of life left.

"Look, look, this is the reward for your hard work!"

A little angry for no reason.

How could you be bullied like this?

How could those villagers do so?

There is hard work without credit, right?Normally, she didn't see these villagers give Huang much food. If she really provided them with delicious food, then when she went to the sea to catch fish some time ago, she wouldn't have seen Huang lighting a fire and grilling fish from a distance.

"Why come to this, alas, you."

After cleaning the injuries on his body bit by bit, Bai Qingyu kept mumbling.

"I'm telling you, if you continue like this, the villagers won't have to sacrifice you, because you won't survive that day at all."

"No matter what you do, you must pay attention to a reward. If there is no reward, you must be happy in your heart. You must feel that what you do is worthwhile, right?"

"Are you happy? Do you think it's worth it?"

The demon power swept over it and recovered some of the injuries, but there were still many injuries that had not been recovered.

Bai Qingyu asked Jiu Tuan to come over and continue to clean up for him, while he went to the kitchen to make medicine. Fortunately, she went to the mountains to collect a lot of herbs some time ago.

Jiu Tun took over Bai Qingyu's job. He was a stupid young boy who didn't know the importance. He grinned in pain for a few times.

The wound was simply treated by Bai Qingyu, and the pain replaced numbness. For the first time in so many days, Xiahuang felt that he was still alive.

"You are too weak, you should listen to what she just said." Shuten gave the same evaluation as Xie.

"No wonder my aunt came back so late today. If it were me, I would punch them one by one to show them my style as a demon king!"

At this time, even Xiaodie came over and asked him if it hurt.

Zhentian hugged Xiaodie back. She, who never liked to interrupt or express her opinions, had something to say this time.

"If this is still the case in the future, just leave. You can go anywhere. Don't stay."

After a while, Bai Qingyu prepared the medicine and wrapped it up for him.By the way, he stayed for a meal.

A strange little courtyard is better than the village where he has lived for so many years.

What is warmth and coldness, what is care, Huang is not a fool, he can feel it.

It's just like this, after the meal is over, Huang still insists on going back.He wanted to go back and end things with the monk in the village.

Huang knew that there was still a monk in the village who had not left. Recently, he discovered that this monk had been bewitching everyone in the village. He had to expel this guy from the village.

He still listened to Bai Qingyu's words.

Where did the injuries on his body come from? Part of it came from persuading everyone not to believe what this monk said.

Bai Qingyu understood what happened and wanted to persuade him, but seeing the thick black mist above Huang's head, he couldn't say anything in the end.

This time when Huang goes back, something big is probably going to happen.

Bai Qingyu couldn't care less about this matter. She was afraid that she would be struck by lightning if she intervened.

Standing outside the courtyard, Huang bowed deeply to Bai Qingyu, "Thank you, Sister Bai. I will follow your instructions carefully and I will definitely settle this matter when I return from this trip."

Turning around and leaving, there were tears in his eyes. I don't know whether he was moved by Bai Qingyu or sad about the changes in the village.

"If he goes back this time, something will happen again."

Bai Qingyu shook his head and walked back to the cabin.

Over the next few days, she kept observing every move in the village.

After Huang returned, what he wanted to do not only failed but also aroused public outrage.

His personality has grown from weak since childhood, how could Bai Qingyu change it with just a few words.

As she said, Huang's situation can only be changed after experiencing despair.

The village didn't change anything because of Huang's words, but they stopped beating Huang.

Finally one day, a storm came.

While resting in the house, Bai Qingyu thought of something and hurriedly went out.

Covered in night, flying into the sky against the storm, we arrived above the fishing village.

The strong winds and rain continued, trees were blown down, and the roofs of houses were directly lifted off.

There is no doubt that this is a natural disaster.

How could such a small village withstand such a disaster? I don’t know how many houses were destroyed, and fishing boats were blown away and overturned. What Bai Qingyu saw alone was five villagers blown away by the wind, and there were still villagers on the sea, including people and boats. Buried in the sea together.

The good news is that the disaster doesn't last long.

But even so, the damage caused by this strong wind to the village was huge. Fishing nets and boats were their food, houses were damaged, and people even died.

Bai Qingyu saw the Son of God desperately trying to save people in the strong wind, even if the people he saved had beaten him severely.

Looking at the mess in the village, Bai Qingyu knew that the Son of God was finished. Under such a disaster, the first thing the villagers thought must be.

Son of God, what does this guy do for food? You are responsible for the damage to the village.

The storm stopped and it was already late at night.

What’s interesting is that a group of villagers lit a fire without knowing how, and they came outside the village one by one holding torches.

All of them were fierce and fierce, and under the leadership of the village chief, they surrounded the desert on the beach.

Just like Bai Qingyu thought.

They felt that Huang was responsible for this.

Only by sacrificing Huang could they appease the sea god's anger.

The villagers did not speak, neither shouted in unison nor cursed angrily.

More than a hundred men, led by the village chief, approached Huang step by step, but Huang could only retreat step by step.

The dead silence of the atmosphere is the scariest thing.

With pain all over his body, Huang whimpered and retreated into the boundless night, walking into the cold waves.

There has never been a time as painful and hopeless as now.Bai Qingyu's words came to his ears, and for the first time, he felt that everyone in the village was so scary.

They have been saying that Bai Qingyu is a monster in beauty skin, but in Huang's eyes at this moment, they are monsters in human skin.

When the seawater submerged the child and the villagers knelt down to pray devoutly, huge waves arose in the sea.

A group of villagers had no time to react and were drowned by the waves without even letting out a scream.

In the sky, Bai Qingyu was finally able to take action. Just now, there seemed to be something locking her in the sky, preventing her from intervening directly.Just like the moment Huang left her yard a few days ago, God did not want her to rewrite the ending.

Bai Qingyu saw a monk kneeling on the ground laughing crazily, saying that he had avenged his senior sister.

Just as he was about to escape, a wooden umbrella suddenly flew over and exploded the monk's head cleanly.

Bai Qingyu ignored his umbrella, jumped into the sea water with all his strength, and rescued Huang who was swallowed by the sea water.

Huang was not dead. When he woke up and saw Bai Qingyu for the first time, he couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

It's always empty.

The village where he gave his heart and soul and gave everything was worse than the big sister in front of him who was called a demon.

A tsunami swallowed up the entire village and swallowed up the so-called son of God.

The former Son of God has disappeared forever into the darkness tonight.

What Bai Qingyu rescued was not the Son of God, but Huang.

Seeing the black mist above the wasteland dissipate and reveal a bright starry sky, Bai Qingyu knew that this was his transformation.

Please give me a vote, I’m going to kneel down!

Volume 91: Chapter [-] Huang and the Peach Blossom Demon

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