The reborn medical concubine and her baby stun the whole capital

Lan Tiao shook her head and said: "Not even friends, there is even some grudge between us."

Chu Zhuzhu asked: "What grudge?"

Lan Tiao glanced at her and found that she really had a lot of questions, but she still replied: "He wants to deal with me."

"Then you are really generous. Is your behavior like repaying kindness with kindness?"

"No, I think it was a waste that he died in Lei Fenfei's hands. We are grasshoppers on the same rope now. I hope that even if he dies, he will die in a more valuable way."

Chu Zhuzhu said: "No matter what, I think you are a person worthy of close friendship and a teammate worthy of entrustment. I hope we can work together to find a way out of here."

Lan Tiao said: "I hope so."

He originally wanted to train himself more when he went out and try to become stronger, but now it was better. He had a bad start. First he was targeted by the Yansheng Sect, and then he ended up in such a ghost place. He didn't know when he would be able to leave.Lan Tiao suspected that he had been unlucky recently, so he decided to be honest. His goal now was not to escape, but to continue living in this weird village. As long as he was alive, there was hope. To put it bluntly, Lan Tiao I feel lucky to be alive. As for escaping?Very little hope...

Lan Tiao carried Gongsunzi Mang to the white-haired old man of the Compassion tribe who knew medical skills. The white-haired old man said in surprise: "Did you two fight? Why is he so seriously injured?"

Lan Tiao avoided the serious matter and said lightly: "I didn't hit you."

The white-haired old man looked at the injuries on Gongsun Mang's body, snorted coldly, and said: "This should have been beaten by my clansmen. My clansmen have always been kind and would not deal with such a heavy blow easily. What did this injured person do?" Something that makes people angry?"

Lan Tiao looked embarrassed. He suspected that if he told the true situation, the white-haired old man would not only refuse to help with treatment, but might even beat Gongsun Mang again...

The white-haired old man looked cold, but he still healed Gongsun Mang's internal and external injuries, and told him: "Let him rest well these two days and don't work."

"Okay, thank you." Lan Tuo nodded. Seeing that Gongsun Mang was still awake, he carried him out. After walking for a while, he heard a muffled voice coming from behind: "Lan Tuo, thank you." saved me."

In fact, he had already woken up when the white-haired old man was treating him, but he did not dare to open his eyes for fear that the white-haired old man would ask him why he was beaten.

Lan Tiao said calmly: "You're welcome."

"My grandson Sun Mang is a man who knows how to repay kindness. From now on you will be my brother!"

Lan Tiao said: "No, if we are lucky enough to leave here, it would be better to remain strangers."

Gongsun Mang touched his nose and said: "I will never use magic skills to deal with you in the future, really."

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The days passed like this.

During this period, the statues required more and more sacrifices, and soon the Compassion tribe could not catch enough people, because the people in the living city were not fools. After discovering that a large number of cultivators were missing, other cultivators did not dare to set foot in the Metta Swamp anymore. However, This was not a problem for the Compassion Tribe. The high priest presided over a secret meeting. After the meeting, two young children from the Compassion Tribe were selected.

The two children, a boy and a girl, were only two or three years old. The boy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was smart and cute. The girl had pink makeup and a sweet smile. Both children knelt in front of the statue with uneasy expressions on their faces.

The children's parents showed reluctance in their eyes, but soon this reluctance was replaced by determination and enthusiasm.

"Children, don't be afraid, you are about to be sent to the Kingdom of God to obtain eternal happiness and peace."

"The gods will not treat you badly."

When the two children heard the adults' comfort, they nodded ignorantly. The boy asked innocently, "Are there any flowers in the Kingdom of God? I want to pick a flower and give it to my mother."

The boy's mother suddenly felt very sad. She said: "Yes, of course there are flowers. There are also many, many foods and toys in the Kingdom of God. You must be happy when you go to the Kingdom of God..."

While the mother and son were still talking, the tears between the high priest's brows had already lit up. The next moment, the faces of the two children turned red. It was as if invisible hands had pinched their necks and lifted the bodies of the two children into the air. The boy The child struggled feebly and could no longer utter a complete sentence. The girl's eyes were quickly filled with tears. Her feet were kicking randomly in the air, and soon she lost all movement...

The bodies of the two children fell on the altar, turning into blood and flowing upstream, staining the lower legs of the statue red.

"Please ask the great gods to send messengers to help us..."

Soon, the world was filled with white mist, and a gap opened in front of the altar on the ground, from which dozens of handsome young girls with noble temperament flew out.

The bodies of these young men and women were shrouded in a light white mist. The last pair of young men and women who walked out each held a child in their hands. These two children were the young children who had been killed just now.

After the two young children came out, their facial expressions were the same as before. The boy smiled sweetly at his parents, and the girl looked at her family with great nostalgia. Then, the two young children appeared in front of everyone. His face and body grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he soon grew into a boy or a girl. His facial features lost the innocence of a child, and instead gained a bit of awe-inspiring divine temperament.

Parents of young children cried tears of joy.

"Great, my child has become a messenger of the gods..."

"Praise be to you, merciful spirit!"

The boys and girls ignored the Compassion clan members, but scattered in all directions, flying in different directions. Every place they flew by was shrouded in white mist, and even the green miasma of the Miasma Forest was transformed into White fog.

"The gods are in trouble and need more sacrifices to recover..."

The boys and girls communicated with each other with their eyes, and then resolutely flew out of the miasma forest.

There are too few practitioners in Metta Swamp, so we need more sacrifices!

The gods don’t need believers now, they just need sacrifices!

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A disaster has come to the living city.

All spiritual masters who saw the white mist lost their minds and rushed towards the Metta Swamp crazily, letting their bodies be swallowed by the swamp with an intoxicated and satisfied smile on their faces, as if they were participating in some kind of sacred ritual.

The white mist lasted for seven days and seven nights.

On the eighth day, the fog dissipated like a tide.

"Why are the Ci Guang clan so crazy? How could they suddenly leave the swamp?" Above the city lord's mansion, a man with a majestic appearance looked solemnly in the direction of the Ci Guang swamp.

Behind the man, stood a young man wearing red clothes and holding a folding fan. The young man looked leisurely and guessed casually: "Who knows, maybe there is something wrong with the gods they believe in?"