In the eyes of these people, she seems to be a money tree. Whenever they want something, they just need to open their mouth and she can conjure it up for them.
After giving the man a spiritual stone, others immediately gathered around him.
"Hey, why should I only give it to him and not to me? Where's mine?"
"That's right. My arm is broken. What can you do if you give me a spiritual stone? Give me another spiritual stone and pills. I won't fight when I meet the enemy?"
"My wife is starving to death. If you have any food, please take it out quickly. You are a monk and you don't need food. Why are you hiding her? Do you want to kill us?"
"You said you were going to take us to the Great Wall, and you have to be responsible to the end. You just watch us starve to death from exhaustion. What's your intention? I've never seen such a bad person like you."
"that is."
These people swept away the contents of Qi Manyao's storage bag and left in angrily after confirming again and again that she could no longer extract any oil or water.
The man who clamored for a fight before took two steps and then turned back.
"Hey, let me tell you, our tribe is so poor and you are so capable. You go to other tribes to grab some things and bring them back. If you keep walking like this, you will starve to death sooner or later. Really, don't you have any brains at all?
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"How...how can you rob others?"
Slowly frowned with aggrieved eyes.
"Others can rob us, why can't we rob others? This is the way the world is. If you want to survive, you have to steal food from others."
"But if I rob other people's things, won't they starve to death?"
"What does it matter to me if others starve to death? I am about to starve to death myself. Not to mention that other tribes have food, even if they don't have food, I still have to live by eating human flesh.
Hurry and find something, I will still have to fight when I encounter the enemy."
After the man finished speaking, he turned around and walked slowly and unsteadily towards the camp.
Qi Manyao stood in the rain. The purple rain wet her hair and cheeks, and the rain mixed with tears flowed onto her face and into her heart.
"How could it be like this...how could it be like this...you were not like this before."
"It's you who got them into this way."
In the distance, Wanliuchuan murmured to himself, rose into the air, and flew towards the tribe slowly. The tribe to which Wanliuchuan belonged a few miles away also launched a charge. Wanliuchuan did not hide his intentions at all.
Traces of powerful cultivation pressure erupted, sweeping towards the tribe.
This suffocating and powerful pressure alarmed more than 200 people in the entire tribe. They all ran out and stared blankly at the thunder-wrapped figure in the sky that was gradually approaching.
"It's... it's the enemy."
The man who shouted the loudest just now, who said that he wanted to fight and therefore needed spiritual stones and elixirs, was so scared that his legs became weak.
Suddenly, he pushed Qi Manyao,
"Come on... come on, you are the strongest person here. Now the enemy is coming. Why are you just sitting here here if you don't fight? Protect us, hurry up!
Why don't you come and watch the enemy kill us all? We will never let you go."
Qi Manyao did not look back, she took out the sword in her hand, rose into the air, and pointed at Wanliu River in the distance.
"Stop whoever comes, don't come any closer, or I will take action...I...I am very strong. You are a Nascent Soul cultivator and I am not afraid of you."
The blade of the sword glowed coldly in the purple rain, and the thunder and lightning roared in the rain, bursting out into beautiful sparks.
"How are you stronger?"
This voice made Qi Manyao feel familiar, and her eyes suddenly widened.
"Wanliuchuan?"
"it's me."
"Why are you here too?"
Qi Manyao suddenly smiled. She had been isolated and helpless for more than a month, and nothing could comfort her more than meeting an old friend.
The man who was shouting just now felt relieved when he saw that Qi Manyao was acquainted with the incoming enemy, knowing that he couldn't fight anymore.
He rolled his eyes and stepped forward,
"Hey, are you her friend? We are the Kayun tribe. It's nice to meet you. We are all friends.
That's it, we are too poor here, can you protect us? Do you have spiritual stones, pills or other supplies? Help us, we are starving to death.
After all, you don’t want to see us starve to death in front of you, and your conscience will be troubled."
What he said was asking for help, but his tone was extremely confident, as if others should help him, and if he didn't help them, he would be a bad person.
If I am weak, I am reasonable; if I am poor, I am reasonable.
"I have nothing but a knife."
Wanliuchuan's hoarse voice came.
"How is it possible that you have nothing? Aren't you a monk too? You seem to be more powerful than her. If you have anything, just take it out. We are all so poor and so pitiful. Why do you have no conscience at all...
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boom!!!
A bolt of thunder fell from the sky, and the man who was still shouting was smashed to pieces on the spot, his flesh and blood flying everywhere.
"What are you doing?!"
Qi Manyao's eyes widened and she glared at Wanliuchuan.
"Look how spoiled these people are by you? They bite you like maggots attached to your bones, devouring all your flesh and blood bit by bit, squeezing out the last bit of your value. If this continues, you will have to
Die in their hands!
Do you think they will remember you? They will only treat you as an enemy."
Wan Liuchuan glared at Qi Manyao fiercely, raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed towards the rioting crowd below with a beam of sword light.
In the sky, thunder continued to strike downwards, and in the distance, hundreds of powerful warriors and holy beasts rushed over.
There was no cry to kill, no roar, they said nothing, their eyes were like wild beasts, they charged into the tribe, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, waving the butcher knives in their hands, ruthlessly harvesting lives.
"Let me go, let me go!"
Qi Manyao cried bitterly and wanted to go down to save people, but was held tightly by Wanliuchuan and couldn't get away.
"ah!!!"
"Help, help!"
"Qi Manyao, why don't you save us!"
"It was you who killed us, it's all your fault!"
"Why are you so weak? You fight, why do you just watch us being killed...ah!"
"You are the one who brought the enemy. You are the one who killed us. Even if I am a ghost, I will never let you go!"
"Witch, it's all your fault, it's all your fault!!!"
The screams and curses below were endless, piercing into her heart like sharp thorns.
"Look, no matter how nice you are to them, they will still end up hating you in the end.
You did not bring the enemy, but they blame you for their weakness and weakness.
They don't even dare to resent me, they only dare to resent you."
A tribe of hundreds of people didn't even have the courage to resist when faced with a hundred warriors.