Thunder exploded in the sky, and buckets of rain fell.
"How far is the village?"
"About three miles."
"Lead the way."
"Yes, Young Master Qing."
"Dongqing, wuwu...if you cover your mouth again, I will get really angry."
"Put on your mask, you are Miss Ning and I am Young Master Qing."
Dong Qing held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and his pupils hidden under the mask stared calmly ahead.
He dispersed the protective layer of soul power outside his body and let the raindrops continue to hit the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, silently feeling the feeling of walking in the heavy rain.
Freedom, tranquility, peace.
"Don... Young Master Qing, carry me on your back. I'm tired and don't want to walk."
"Miss Ning, come up."
"Huh, you're exhausted."
"With this weight, I won't be able to tire myself to death."
A few seconds later.
Ning Rongrong lay on Dong Qing's back, with her thighs clamped around his waist.
Perhaps because of a sense of peace of mind, she also dispelled the soul shield around her body.
With less than half of her soul power left, she had a slight smile on her lips and her nose was filled with his scent, silently enjoying the sense of security brought by her man.
She is very arrogant and unapproachable, but she is not stupid. If she were not with Dong Qing, she would not waste her soul power like this and put up a soul power shield to resist the rain all over the sky.
but.......
Ning Rongrong soon discovered a very serious problem, that is, Dong Qing's attention was not on herself at all, but instead reached out to touch the rain outside the oil-paper umbrella from time to time.
"Young Master Qing, I feel that your attention to me is sometimes not as good as this heavy rain. I don't know what you are thinking. What is so good about rain?"
"The rain is born in the sky and dies on the earth. The process in between is life. The reason why I look at the rain, not the sky, the earth, or you, is mainly because what I look at is not the rain. I look at it.
It is the reincarnation between life and death of all things in the world."
"Can't understand...."
"Just don't understand."
"What do you mean?"
"Means nothing."
"What does boring mean?"
At this time.
The front of the team.
Ma Youtie, an ordinary mortal, has been silently leading the way. The mud splashed by the rain stained his trouser legs, but it cannot stain an ordinary and pure heart at all.
Don't ask how Dong Qing saw it.
As the evil god king, he can still perceive the good and evil in mortals even if they have not died and have not returned to the underworld for reincarnation in the six realms.
For example, Niu Xiaomei, the good and evil in her body have long been out of balance. She is simply a woman who has committed extremely sinful crimes. She went to the underworld and was 100% reincarnated into the animal realm.
And it's not just her.
Even for Ye Lingling and Ye Ruyin, the two mother and daughter who possess the Nine-Hearted Begonia martial spirit, the good and evil in them are more evil than good, and they are not essentially good women.
I won’t mention the distant ones for now.
Even Ning Rongrong, who is on Dong Qing's back at this moment, can only maintain the balance between good and evil. She is not very good, but she is not very bad either. It can only be said that she has not done many bad things or done anything.
A good woman.
But it doesn't matter.
Dongqing doesn't care if they are good people, he only cares if they are chaste and loyal to themselves. He will naturally bear the consequences of their sins and consequences.
I don’t know how long we walked, but the heavy rain slowly stopped.
Just as Ning Rongrong, who was lying on Dong Qing's back, couldn't help but doze off, she heard the sounds of chickens, ducks and dogs barking from the front.
See the situation.
She slid off Dong Qing's back, adjusted her dress, and then hugged Dong Qing's arm familiarly.
"This...is that...what kind of village?" Ning Rongrong looked left and right and said in a somewhat uncertain tone.
"Hanako Village." Dong Qing said calmly.
"What a strange name, why not call it Hua Petal Village." Ning Rongrong frowned.
A few minutes passed.
After entering the village.
Dongqing and Ning Rongrong, who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and obviously had extraordinary temperament, immediately attracted the attention of the villagers in the village.
However, since they were wearing masks now, these villagers could only conclude that Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong were soul masters, and they had no way of guessing their identities.
"Ma Youtie, I can't believe that you actually know the soul master?"
"No, Mr. Qing and Miss Ning were just passing by and came to our village to take a look."
"You even know the name, but you still say you don't recognize him?"
"It's just a pseudonym. I don't know the real name and appearance they told me."
"Really?"
"real."
After confirming that Ma Youtie did not have a deep relationship with Master Soul Master, these villagers also behaved extremely realistically. They immediately dispersed and lost interest in Ma Youtie, returning to their former indifferent expressions.
the other side.
"Two soul masters, I am Li Youtian, the head of Huazi Village, and this is my son Li Hongwei..."
A middle-aged man with a slightly cunning appearance is Li Youtian, the head of Huazi Village.
At this time, he was holding a young man with a pockmarked face, his son Li Hongwei, and introduced him to Dongqing.
"roll."
Dong Qing stretched out his finger and activated the gravity field. A horizontal force of gravity was activated, directly knocking away the village chief Li Youtian and his son Li Hongwei.
"Bang!" There was a heavy landing sound.
Dust was everywhere, and the father and son fell to the ground, with blood bleeding from the corners of their mouths. They looked at Dong Qing with fear in their eyes, but they did not dare to hate Dong Qing, the terrible soul master. They just secretly resented Ma You who was confused and confused.
iron.
It's not Dong Qing who oppresses ordinary people.
Li Youtian didn't talk about it, he only had greed in his eyes.
Dong Qing has seen this kind of look many times. Many people want to curry favor with themselves and gain benefits from themselves. This is a human thing.
But that Li Hongwei had very dirty eyes, and Dong Qing couldn't bear it.
Ignorance, filth, filth.
"It's really disgusting. I'm telling you, you shouldn't come to these villages. It's just you. If you want to come, you have to come." Ning Rongrong kicked Dong Qing angrily.
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Dong Qing keenly noticed that a few black particles fell from the space soul guide on Ning Rongrong's wrist, and the shape was roughly similar to an insect egg.
These black particles that resemble insect eggs trembled slightly when they touched the ground.
Soon, these black particles came to life from their semi-dead state and turned into nematodes the size of silver needles, quickly sweeping towards Li Youtian and Li Hongwei and his son.
Because these nematodes are so small, only the size of a silver needle, and are extremely fast, they are invisible to ordinary people, and the nematodes sneak into the body.
"Where did it come from?" Dong Qing said softly.
Ning Rongrong pinched the corner of her clothes and said in Dong Qing's ear: "Hey, Yan Zi gave me this gadget. If we can't execute those mortals who dare to offend us face to face, we will use this gadget to get into their heads."
"I knew this kind of thing was given to me by her. It stands to reason that the father and son should not be punished until death..."
Dongqing did not continue talking. He would not blame the people around him for the lives and deaths of others.
Not to mention the whispers between the two of them.
After seeing the village chief and his son trying to chat up the soul master, who were suddenly beaten away, other villagers did not dare to approach.
then.
They pushed Ma Youtie, an honest man, to find a way to send away this terrible man and woman as soon as possible. At the same time, they did not dare to have the innocent dream of getting closer to the soul master.
Soul masters are soul masters, and mortals are mortals.
Except for the low-level deacons of Wuhun Palace who awaken Wuhun for six-year-old children for free every year, most soul masters have an extremely cold and ruthless attitude towards mortals.
"Young Master Qing, Miss Ning, do you still want to visit the village?" Ma Youtie asked in a cautious tone.
Ning Rongrong ignored Ma Youtie, but she didn't try to harm him either. She was not that vicious, but she was really disgusted by the pockmarked Li Hongwei just now.
That's right, no matter what the reason is for a soul master to kill mortals, according to the laws jointly promulgated by Wuhun Palace and the two empires, there is no doubt that Ning Rongrong is now an evil soul master.
But the world is so unfair.
Because of Dong Qing, Ning Rongrong can trample the law to a certain extent as long as she wants to.
"Ma Youtie, where is your brother?" Dong Qing said lightly.
"He is..." Ma Youtie faltered, suddenly speechless.
See this.
Dongqing's mental power quietly unfolded, and based on Ma Youtie's micro-expression and the direction of his eyes subconsciously turning away, he quickly locked onto Ma Youtong among the villagers.
But seeing how timid this guy was, he had no interest in continuing to pay attention.
"It's okay, I'll just ask, forget it if you're not here." Dong Qing waved his hand.
subsequent time.
Under the leadership of Ma Youtie, Dong Qing took a general look at the village. It was a little better than the former Holy Soul Village. At least the Wuhun Branch Hall in the center of the village looked okay.
But it's not surprising.
The former Holy Soul Village was too remote, and its location was too close to the Star Forest. If it weren't for myself, I guess Holy Soul Village wouldn't have been able to build a spacious road.
Nowadays, because of this direct road to Notting City, Holy Soul Village is more than ten times stronger than before. Now the entire village is constantly developing in the direction of a small town.
Half an hour later.
"This is....."
Dongqing looked at the mud house in front of him and fell into deep thought. What he was thinking about was not the mud house. What he was thinking about mainly was that this was actually a mud house with only half a roof.
He looked at the mud bricks piled in the open space next to the house and knew that the mud house was still under construction.
Different from Dongqing.
Ning Rongrong didn't react much. In her opinion, the villagers in these small places were all equally poor. Anyway, she couldn't tell the difference between the old and new adobe houses.
At this time.
Facing Dong Qing's doubts, Ma Youtie looked a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and said, "I got married not long ago and moved out of my brother Youtong's house. The house hasn't been built yet, so Dong...
...Young Master Qing Jian laughed."
The words just fell.
A young woman walked over from outside, carrying a yellowed vegetable basket in her hand, containing freshly picked sweet potato leaves.
"Are they..." the young woman asked curiously.
She was not good-looking, not good-looking at all, and her body, which had been working all year round, made her look not very good, and she always felt like she would not live long.
But as a woman and a bystander, Ning Rongrong, with her keen mind, saw full happiness on this woman's face.
So poor, so miserable.
Why does she still feel happy?
Ning Rongrong didn't understand, she really didn't understand at all. She felt that if she lived in such a poor environment, she might not be able to survive for a day.
"Guiying, don't be stunned, hurry up and cook, we have guests at home." Ma Youtie quickly called to the young woman, who he called Guiying, and asked her to hurry up and cook.
Then he hurriedly said to Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong: "Young Master Qing, Miss Ning, she is my wife Cao Guiying. I just came back from doing farm work and didn't even have time to wash my face. It's really embarrassing."
Sorry."
Ma Youtie's honest and honest face, like that of Cao Guiying, was filled with a happy smile that Ning Rongrong, a born noble princess, could not understand.
If it weren't for the inappropriate situation, she would have asked, how on earth could you and your wife laugh when you are already so poor and even own the house half and half?
"It's okay, Ma Youtie, please sit down. While your wife is free to cook, I, on behalf of Wuhun Palace, and she, on behalf of Tiandou Empire, would like to ask you a few general questions."
Dong Qing casually took out a complete set of tables and chairs from the small world inside Duntiansuo, and sat on the main seat, pulling the confused Ning Rongrong to sit beside him.
"When did I represent..."
Ning Rongrong stared at Dong Qing with strange eyes. She wanted to ask, when did she represent the Tiandou Empire, and when did she have questions to ask the Ma Youtie in front of her.
But don't wait for her to ask.
Dong Qing patted the back of Ning Rongrong's hand gently and shook his head slightly, allowing her to swallow back all her questions and could only sit next to him as a mascot.
"Okay, I will answer seriously." Ma Youtie nodded.
Perhaps because of his inferiority complex, he was afraid that he would soil the tables, chairs and benches that Dong Qing took out casually. Even if Dong Qing ordered him to sit down, he only dared to sit down halfway.
"Do the low-level deacons from the Wuhun branch in nearby cities come to your village every year and awaken the Wuhun for the six-year-old children in the village?" Dong Qing asked.
"Yes." Ma Youtie nodded.
"Did he, indirectly or directly, ask for gold soul coins from you villagers?" Dong Qing continued to ask.
"No." Ma Youtie shook his head.
"Hmph, I don't believe it. The low-level deacon of Wuhun Palace is so incorruptible. Maybe he just doesn't dare to say it."
Ning Rongrong hummed cutely, not realizing that she had just crushed a mortal to death because his eyes were too ignorant, filthy, and dirty, and his life was as long as two ants.
"I believe him." Dong Qing thought for a while and said.
"Only a ghost can believe that there are no corrupt scum in your Wuhun Palace?" Ning Rongrong looked disdainful.
"There must be some, but it can't be done to these villagers." Dong Qing's tone was very calm.
"Really? Who are you? Tell the truth. Are those deacons who gave you free awakening martial arts secretly collecting any benefits from you?" Ning Rongrong said with an implicit threat.
But even when faced with the threat from a superior soul master, Ma Youtie, who was just an ordinary mortal, still shook his head firmly in the end.
"No, our villages outside the city are too poor. After working for a year, paying taxes, and leaving enough food to survive, we don't have much money at all. Master Soul Masters all live in the city.
He often associates with dignitaries, but he actually looks down on us trivial people."
"If His Majesty the Pope of Wuhun Palace had not issued a pardon order, ordering all the personnel of the Wuhun Branch..."
As Ma Youtie spoke, he quickly remembered the papal pardon engraved in the depths of his mind.
Wuhun Palace Pope Bibi Dong’s pardon order.
No matter how remote the village is, as long as there is a martial soul branch hall in the village, no matter how crude it is, the local deacon must go there in person to hold the martial soul awakening ceremony.
This amnesty order was written in the hearts of civilian soul masters, and they were willing to sacrifice their soul power for it.