p the melon seeds.”
The boy muttered and kept repeating it. Tears couldn’t stop flowing down, but no one responded for a long time.
In the peripheral vision, a white dress floated by, and Gua Wazi seemed to see a life-saving straw, with the last look of hope in his eyes.
“Uncle Fairy, can you tell my dad not to give up the melon seeds?”.
The clouds and mist were shrouded, and a silver-white real dragon lay across the ravine village. A man in white clothes and silver hair stood on the dragon’s back, looking like an immortal, which intimidated the simple-hearted villagers to bow down and kowtow and call the gods.
What is going on today? First Yang Jia, who has always been honest, went on a rampage to kill people, and then a god arrived. Could it be that…
Muramasa is already an old man, but he is just a bit sloppy and has a dull eye. Not faint, he talks about things more energetically than young people, and naturally thinks more. As soon as Yang Jia killed those military masters, the immortal suddenly appeared. What else can be said? Yang Jia must have committed a heinous crime, which aroused the anger of the Emperor of Heaven and sent the immortal to punish him. Poor Gua Wazi still kept pestering him. said.
Muramasa kept winking at Guawazi, but Guawazi had no time to pay attention to him. He just cried to death. Seeing a hint of impatience on the immortal’s eyebrows, Muramasa felt something was wrong, so he hurriedly knelt down. On the ground, he kowtowed and begged for mercy.
“Have you ever seen a woman in white? By the way, she is the woman who begged you for water earlier.”
Zhou Jijun vaguely remembered that the mansion hidden in the void was transformed by the water in the home of the father and son in front of him, and his expression gradually softened. He came down and patted the dragon’s head, signaling it to lower its cloud head.
Hearing this, Yang Jia was slightly startled, suppressed his complicated emotions, and said respectfully.
“Reporting to the Immortal, I haven’t seen that fairy since you disappeared.”
“That’s it, that’s fine.”
Zhou Jijun sighed softly, rubbed his brows, and left quietly, presumably hiding his figure. She doesn’t want to let herself know where she is going. Is this because she doesn’t want to see her again, or is it something else. Even if she was like a stranger from now on, as she said before, she would never let her go.
There was a faint cry of children in his ears. Zhou Jijun glanced around in astonishment. His eyes fell on the officers and soldiers lying dead in the pig pen. He quietly calculated the numbers. After a while, he knew the whole story. Looking at Yang Jia who was at a loss, Zhou Jijun’s lips curled up slightly. Although this man was just a commoner in a remote village, he had a deep love for his son and was sensible. He subconsciously reminded Zhou Jijun of his father who had led him thousands of miles back in the day.
“Great Immortal, the Yang family and his son were just confused for a moment. I hope the Great Immortal can forgive thei