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Next to her, there was a little girl with hair braided with grass rope, her mouth watering as she looked at the sweet mooncake, but she only dared to suck her fingers.
"You mustn't stare at the Martial Artist adult."
The little girl's mother was scrawny, like a stalk of straw stuck in a field.
Her gaze towards Ying Bing was obsequious and fearful, just like the other villagers.
This was also why the villagers dared not approach her.
A young woman like a Fairy, able to travel alone in Nanguan (Southern Pass), must either be /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ a powerful Martial Artist, a divine attendant serving the Wuling, or simply a transformed powerful Yao Race beast.
Ying Bing was very familiar with this gaze.
In the past, wherever she descended, all living beings revered her even more than a Fairy or a god.
It was clearly something she used to find commonplace.
But why now... was she unaccustomed to it?
"You can try one."
Ying Bing summoned some clouds, gently holding a mooncake and placing it into the little girl's arms.
"Thank you, Fairy sister!"
The little girl was very happy, but the surrounding commoners, especially the girl's mother, suddenly changed their expressions drastically.
She knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly:
"Adult, she is still young, please spare her."
"I beg you."
Her first kowtow broke her forehead, blood, sweat, and tears mixing with the dirt, making it hard to distinguish.
"I have no ill intentions."
A ray of moonlight fell in the daylight, enveloping the woman.
If it weren't for the Yi Soul, this misunderstanding probably wouldn't have been resolved.
The little girl licked a bite of the mooncake, and after happily saying it was sweet, the woman finally believed that the cool and aloof young woman had no ill intentions.
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"Sister, this is the map you wanted."
"Thank you."
Ying Bing took the map and saw the little girl bite into the Q-version Xiao Li, pausing slightly.
A moment later, she lowered her head and began to examine the rough hunter's map.
"Heavenly Immortal sister, who are you thinking about?"
The little girl named Fuyingzi put away the mooncake and asked curiously.
"I'm looking at the map."
Ying Bing smoothed out the map, her serene eyes pausing, then gently shaking her head.
"But when Mother misses Father, she has that expression."
Fuyingzi tilted her head, pointing to the mountain path not far away:
"Then sister, what mountain is this?"
The little girl's eyes were pure and innocent, yet they left one speechless.
"That is..."
Ying Bing's beautiful face paused.
She had clearly been looking at the map just now, and this mountain was so close to Baoping Town, she clearly remembered seeing it.
Why had she suddenly forgotten?
So the young woman lowered her gaze to look at the map again.
Outside was Li Mo Mountain, next to the mountain was Li Mo River, by the Li Mo River was Li Mo Forest, and the Li Mo Clan lived inside...
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Ying Bing's serene gaze froze.
"This is Baoping Town, so the mountain is naturally called Baoping Mountain."
Fuyingzi suddenly felt that this sister didn't seem so scary after all.
Just then.
The sunlight seemed to be obscured by something, and the map, full of Xiao Li, suddenly darkened.
Ying Bing looked up.
She saw a gigantic roc, spreading its wings like a black cloud pressing down, descending with endless fierce Aura.
Its sharp beak opened, and it actually spoke human words:
"Hehehe!"
"Let Grandpa see if there are any children to eat!"
The commoners instantly panicked, scattering in all directions like birds and beasts.
The great roc circled in the air, suddenly its sharp eyes spotted the little girl clutching the mooncake and fleeing, and it let out another strange laugh, swooping down fiercely.
A strong wind swept through.
Fuyingzi's small face turned pale with fright, her small body already covered by the roc's shadow.
And just then, a sudden moonlight appeared in the daylight. freewёbnoνel.com
The great roc's body abruptly froze.
Because a frost-like longsword had appeared on its neck, the cold light it emitted was only a hair's breadth away from severing its neck.
The owner of the longsword was that Fairy-like young woman.
"Do you know the way to the Qingluan Clan?"
The young woman's faint voice sounded.
"How dare you, you actually..."
The great roc spoke hoarsely and noisily, wanting to utter threats.
Whoosh—
The moonlight sword light flashed and disappeared.
Bird feathers floated down.
The great roc suddenly felt a chill on its head, cold like the sword light just now, cold like the eyes of that noble young woman.
"The Qingluan Clan dislikes the Human Race and all males..."
Whoosh—
The young woman said no more, and the sword light flashed again.
The great roc became even balder, and a few traces of heartbrokenness and grievance actually appeared in its originally fierce eyes.
"Can't we just talk it out! We can reason!"
Birds need beautiful feathers for courtship, especially those on their heads.
.....
On the other side.
Three bronze horses pulling a carriage, their four hooves flying, was not a metaphor at this moment.
The carriage was truly flying at low altitude, which was why it could traverse the sometimes twisted, sometimes desolate, sometimes muddy terrain of Nanguan (Southern Pass) as if on flat ground.
Li Mo and the others, who had left Nanguan (Southern Pass) in early autumn, finally exited Nanguan (Southern Pass) before the autumn deepened, about to reach their first stop in Nanguan (Southern Pass).
From afar, they could already see the continuous, majestic mountain range.
"This place doesn't seem very lively."
Li Mo looked out through the dark gauze on the carriage window, which he used to simulate clothing suitable for Nanguan (Southern Pass) customs, wearing a headscarf on his forehead, and exotic beasts embroidered on his dark clothes.
Along the way, he saw many scenes where prosperity and decay coexisted, and many creatures struggling to survive in these cracks.
Compared to the fortresses he had seen along the way, Baoping Town was not prosperous.
Huang Donglai nodded:
"This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and very few merchants pass through, so naturally, the population is much sparser."
"However, as long as you don't carry too much baggage and your pace is fast enough, going from here to the Mingjiao Clan's territory is excellent."
Li Mo glanced at the map, recalling Huang Donglai's explanations during this period.
The closer they got to Nanguan (Southern Pass), the more peaceful the Yao Race became, and the denser the garrison troops stationed there.
And the deeper they went into Nanguan (Southern Pass), the weaker the influence of the Great Yu became.
Protecting the peace of an area was no longer the garrison troops, but the 'Wuling' worshipped by the commoners.
"Brother Li, that..."
Murong Xiao, having finished his daily practice to suppress his Bloodline, suddenly spoke sheepishly.
"Finished again?"
Li Mo was speechless, took out a gold brick, and then skillfully broke it into small pieces of gold beans.
"Uh... When we return to Ziyang Prefecture, I will definitely repay Brother Li."
Murong Xiao's expression grew more ashamed.
"Why, do you want to accumulate Karma all by yourself?"
Li Mo smiled and shook his head, then took out herbs and food.
The more chaotic the world, the more lives became like grass.
Murong Xiao, adhering to the saying 'just do good deeds', never stood by idly when he saw suffering along the way.
With his kind nature, even if it wasn't to suppress his Bloodline, he would probably still do it.
In fact, a considerable portion of it counted as Li Mo's investment.
Alright.
It couldn't really be considered an investment.
Now, he wondered if it was because his Realm was getting higher.
Even saving the lives of ordinary people didn't yield much feedback anymore.
After helping Murong Xiao prepare for his alms-giving, the carriage had already reached the town entrance.
Under the archway with the characters 'Baoping' written on it.
However, as soon as they reached the town entrance, they saw a dense crowd of people in the distance, the Nanguan (Southern Pass) commoners in their exotic clothes gathered there, their discussions incessant.
"How could Fuyingzi collude with the Yao Race?"
"She spoke a few words with that Fairy that day, could that Fairy be a monster?"
"Stop the child's mother! You can't offend the military lord..."
.....
Hmm?
Li Mo raised an eyebrow.
His gaze pierced through the crowd, seeing the frail girl kneeling on the platform, her face pale with fright, her lips bloodless.
A shirtless executioner was drinking strong liquor, his executioner's blade thicker than the girl's waist.
Looking at the sky, the official sitting on the high platform shouted loudly:
"The hour has come!"
"Execute!"
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PS: Startled awake from a dying illness, the King of Hell praised my good health.
Please, dear audience, charge me up, mwah~
