After being bullied by her master and destroying her ancestors, she was reborn and the supporting female master was ruined. Chapter 10 Puff up like a sugar man about to be blown up
Chapter 10 Puff up like a sugar man about to be blown up
On a rainy night, the wind kept blowing, and the howling sound was like a ghost howling.
It is said that there lived a young man in the east end of the village. He was an immortal cultivator who could go to heaven or earth and could do anything.
The people in the village all believe that this man is the patron saint of the village. As long as he is around, no one dares to bully the people in the village. After all, they are a village protected by immortals.
In order to win the favor of the immortal, everyone always gave filial piety to the immortal with their good things at home. The immortal really protected the village. In several surrounding villages, they were the only ones who could keep their doors open at night and not pick up things on the road!
Until that day, the immortal said that he wanted to practice, but no one dared to disturb him. They all hoped that the immortal would become more powerful and be able to protect the village.
That day, it rained heavily, and the crops in the fields were flooded. Only stones were left on the road washed away by the flood.
The old man said it was because the sky was crying and something was going to happen.
That night, a loud noise broke out from the immortal's residence at the east end of the village, and then...
Blood, endless blood spread throughout the village along with the heavy rain. The village that used to be prosperous turned into a dead place overnight.
The little beggar hid in the pile of rice wet by the heavy rain, looking through the gap at the red-eyed immortal outside.
The blood vessels all over his body were protruding, his eyes were red and bloodshot and his eyes were wide open, and the muscles on his body were bulging. The little beggar didn't know what was going on. He just felt that the person who was usually called an immortal was like a person who was about to be blown away.
The explosive candy man is very funny.
But the little beggar didn't dare to laugh. He covered his mouth tightly for fear that if he made any sound, everyone in the village would die. They died in the hands of the immortal, one by one like a ball of sugar.
He was stuffed into the rice pile by his grandfather. He knew that as long as he made a little noise, he would turn into an exploding sugar ball the next moment.
"Click!"
There was a thunder in the air, and a purple lightning bolt rushed straight in the direction of the rice pile. The little beggar, who was already nervous, was startled and shook his body.
But even this little sound was still heard by the immortal,
The immortal suddenly turned his head to look at the rice pile, staring as if his eyes were about to fall out of his sockets in the next second, and then walked towards the rice pile step by step.
The little beggar's eyes were fixed on the steps of the immortal, and his heart was beating "thumping" and "thumping", and it gradually became consistent with the frequency of the immortal's steps.
Suddenly, the rice in front of the little beggar was waved away by a big hand, and the immortal with round eyes and red eyes was already standing in front of him.
Looking at the big hand reaching out to him, the little beggar closed his eyes in fear. He knew that he was about to become the next candy ball to be crushed.
"Uh...uh..."
The pain he imagined did not come. The little beggar only heard a hoarse and painful sound like sandpaper rubbing in front of him.
Opening his eyes carefully, the little beggar saw the immortal holding his neck with both hands, struggling in pain, and for some reason, he felt that the immortal seemed to have become more swollen.
"Uh...save...save..."
The immortal's body began to shake violently, and the little beggar seemed to feel something and quickly stepped back.
But his movements are still too slow,
"Bang!"
"No!"
On the bed in Changqing Peak, the little beggar suddenly sat up, and big beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead.
Breathing heavily, the little beggar looked around in panic, and saw that he was in the house of Changqingfeng, and gradually relaxed.
But the blood flower blooming in the rain still lingers in my mind.
The little beggar looked in the direction of Yue Jiao Jiao's retreat place:
"This female robber is really desperate for her life."