Chapter 108 Girl, please respect yourself

Southern Wasteland, a place of chaos.

This place is far less prosperous and fertile than the Central Plains. The poor soil caused by geography and climate, the harvest is extremely poor, and the high temperature and lack of rain are minor problems.

The real poison is the sects, and the Blood Clothes Sect is the biggest cancer among them.

Unlike in the Great Zhou Dynasty, they were rampant in the Southern Wilderness, killing people, offering sacrifices alive, and raising gu... Even in the largest tribal settlement, the central building was not an economic or administrative place, but a huge

The altar.

At this time, a blood-red figure sat cross-legged on the altar. He put his feet on his shoulders in a weird posture, but no one dared to make fun of him.

The leader of the Blood Clothes Sect, Chiersha, half-step Dharmakaya.

Unlike most self-conscious masters of the righteous path, the former rarely use force with people in the city after breaking through the exterior scenes because the harm is too great, but Chiersha did the opposite.

When you are in a good mood, go to the small tribe and plow them inside and out, up and down, without even leaving any livestock behind. When you are in a bad mood, you will be even more cruel.

This extremely deformed social structure forces people to rebel every day, and no one wants to live a precarious life. Unfortunately, it has never been successful.

It would be okay if he was the only one with high-end combat power and a half-step body... But there is a real heavenly ranking in the Southern Wilderness.

Even so, Chi'ersha was inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. Very few things could cause his mood swings... But at this moment, he suddenly stood up from the altar without saying a word.

Everyone knew that he was in a rage, and the churchgoers on the periphery knelt down, not even daring to make a sound.

"Who is it?" Chi'ersha emphasized every word, not hiding his murderous intent.

The Blood God Stones scattered throughout Jiangzhou were clearly prepared, and each stone could perfectly communicate with heaven and earth. When he was about to remotely respond to the arrival of the Blood God, three of them suddenly lost contact.

It was still forcibly cut off... The aura I felt from the other party was actually richer and purer than the blood god's aura as the leader!

How is this possible!

Who cares, is he the leader or am I the leader?!

After a long time, the overturned Dharma image in the sea of ​​blood behind him fell silent. Chi'ersha looked at the nine scarlet light spots that should have been floating in front of his eyes. At this moment, three of them became drowsy.

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In the secret realm.

Fang Xiwen had a dream.

In the dream, he was running all the way, accidentally fell, and fell into an ant nest. Those dense ants crawled into his body, gnawing everywhere...

The man's hair stood on end, and he regained consciousness with a jolt, but his body could not move.

He could only feel something cold touching his lips, and then his mouth was gently opened, and a round pill was stuffed in.

The true energy entered and the medicinal power was released. The meridians in Fang Xiwen's body were nourished, and he finally had the strength to open his eyes.

It was that familiar gentle face again, with lips like cherry blossoms and eyebrows like ink paintings, looking at him with her head lowered.

"Xingchu...hiss."

"Yes, I'm here." The girl knelt down, letting his head rest on her knees, and gently massaging his temples with her fingers.

When she heard the sound of pain, a strong murderous intention surged in her eyes, but it passed away in an instant and turned back into the water. Her tone was gentle, "The Blood God Stone was cut off in the secret realm, and the blood evil spirit soon calmed down.

Come down, but you also passed out.

I fed you some elixirs with neutral properties. Are you feeling better?"

"Much better," Fang Xiwen nodded gently, "Fortunately, I have you."

He also discovered that Jiang Xingchu had been holding back his anger, but most of it was towards the Blood Clothes Cult, and a small part was towards him.

There is no need to say more about the former, but the latter... this girl is angry that he doesn't cherish her enough.

I remember that Luo Qingni said something similar before, and promised her that she would change it, but the result was still a rotten orange... Thinking of this, the man smiled helplessly.

He cares about those who care about him and is willing to pay a lot for it.

"Now you know how to say nice things to me?" Jiang Xingchu pretended to have a serious face.

"I've always thought so in my heart, but I'm just not good at words." He seemed confident.

"Humph, then I order you to say whatever comes to mind in the future."

"Okay, okay, little one, I obey."

After saying that, both of them laughed.

This secret place is really quiet and different from every one he has been to before.

For example, Jiang Xingchu is sitting on his knees on a piece of grass. A breeze blows from far away, and the tasseled miscanthus bends down, and the leaves are turned randomly by the wind.

This is a small world. It was precisely because he knew this that he rushed in... Jiang Xingchu didn't know, but she didn't hesitate.

He was deeply moved by this kindness, not to mention that he was willing to bear the blood evil for him at that time...

His eyes turned gentle when he looked at Jiang Xingchu, and the girl lowered her head to look at him, slightly raising the corners of her mouth, no longer hiding her good intentions towards him.

The fish that seems to swim in the clear stream is no longer fleeting, but appears distinct.

If they just liked each other in the courtyard, then Fang Xiwen could tell at this moment that he had fallen in love with this girl who was sometimes gentle, sometimes lively, and sometimes decisive.

"I like you."

"Humph, I already knew it," Jiang Xingchu put his hand on his face and rubbed it back and forth, his face turning red. "Why are you talking about this now?"

"Didn't you order me to think of what to say?" He was a little funny.

Jiang Xingchu choked for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and began to talk about him, "Did you already know about this secret realm?

The spiritual energy here is so rich and safe, it is very suitable for your healing."

"It can be said that," Fang Xiwen said casually, not expecting the eldest lady to be so thin-skinned. She took this transfer and said casually, "But there is only a little information about what this place does and how it got here."

Who cares about the background of the level when playing games? Remembering the drops would be overwhelming.

"Then when you have rested, let's go exploring together?" After hearing this, the Holy Lady was not disappointed, but rather in high spirits.

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It’s better not to know!

"Okay."

Seeing that he agreed without hesitation, Jiang Xingchu seemed to be in a very good mood, and instead of getting up from his lap pillow, he took the initiative to massage him.

You can explore the ancient secret realm with him!

Seeing that she was silent, Fang Xiwen rested his head comfortably on her white thighs, pretending to be stupid and secretly glanced at her.

Jiang Xingchu had changed his clothes. After all, he was stained with blood because he hugged him.

She usually wears clothes suitable for action, such as fancy outfits, cloaks, night clothes... Now for some reason she changed into a fluttering white dress with long sleeves and a belted waist, making her look like a fairy.

This girl was originally a gentle and good-natured girl, so it was nothing to fight and kill all day long... He felt a little emotional, chatting with Jiang Xingchu all the time, and the atmosphere was casual.

"By the way, do you still have the ingredients from before?"

"What ingredients are used for grilled fish?"

"Hmm, I asked the palace chef to make one before. It's delicious, but I always feel like something is missing."

"It must be because he's not good at cooking!"

"Come on, I'm an expert in cooking, and I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten. Why do you think so?"

"That's because the feelings are not in place and the love for the Holy Lady is not injected, unlike me..."

"Okay, you've been targeting me since then, haven't you!" Jiang Xingchu looked like he had caught the enemy's foot, crossing his arms and squinting at him.

This is about the time at the Jiang family mansion. Jiang Xingchu bumped in and saw him "eating alone", so he took advantage of the situation.

At that time, there was a lot of love, mainly because Fang Xiwen blocked a punch for her, and there was some sign of it.

During the few days they lived together in the small courtyard, the synchronization of their paces subtly affected their views on each other.

Many times, just by looking at each other, the other person can understand what you mean. This tacit understanding runs through every detail of life and dealing with things, and it is natural for them to have a good impression of each other.

"What does aiming mean? Didn't you confess to me first?"

"Where can I find it!"

"'Xiwen... do you want to go home with me?'" The man imitated her gesture and stretched out his hand, his face full of affection.

Jiang Xingchu's pretty face turned red with anger, and he was ready to fight, so he jumped up and stood beside him laughing.

At this stop, I saw the Blood God Stone lying quietly next to it.

They have lost control and have turned back into ordinary jade, with a bright red color and an arc of light reflecting on them.

Fang Xiwen looked at these stones and was startled, "Each of these three stones is actually different?"

"You just know?" Jiang Xingchu's legs were so numb that he jumped over to him, hugged his neck and leaned forward.

This guy seemed willing to be next to me now... Fang Xiwen finally noticed something was wrong and blinked.
To be continued...