Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

Of course the lady is satisfied with this apology.

After regaining her freedom, she immediately gave away what she had promised.

The thing is a dream.

In the bizarre illusion, various colors of light reflected on the body.

Yun Ci glanced behind him.

Liuguang also dyed Xia Qingzhou's hair that was brought in a little color.

The boy carrying the box was still in a daze: "Why do you have to send me in too?"

Before she cast the spell, Jauniang glanced at the useless boy next to her: "...Since I can't see anything, just think of it as a gift from me."

Immediately afterwards, Xia Qingzhou was also pulled into the dream.

The dream changed many times with the light, and finally the two of them stood on the mountain.

The green mountains washed by the hazy drizzle are even more verdant, and the low clouds and mist are connected with the mountain stream, slowly flowing into the river at the foot of the mountain.

Not having fallen asleep for many years, Yun Ci looked at the extremely blurred colors in front of him.

After a long while, he replied: "Nightmare dreams are rare. Maybe you can understand the meaning of your own Tao in them."

"Although my Tao is very clear from the beginning, it would be good to experience it more. Maybe I can use it to show off in front of my senior brother in the future."

Xia Qingzhou tightened the strap of the box, took a few steps forward, and asked with a smile: "Ms. Xiu asked you to go and get the things yourself. What are you looking for?"

The small objects hanging on his waist collided with each other as he walked, making sounds, causing unknown birds to cry in response in the rain and fog.

Yun Ci hesitated, not sure why Si Niang would send the boy into the dream together.

Maybe you think he can help?

While her thoughts were spinning, she said, "Mayfly dreams."

Mayflies live underwater all year round and only surface when they grow wings as adults.

Xia Qingzhou pointed to the river at the foot of the mountain: "It lives and dies as a mayfly, how can it have any dreams? Why don't we go down to look for it, maybe we will find a few newborn mayflies in the river."

When it came to going down the mountain, the two of them realized that they couldn't use their spiritual power.

It's true that Concubine has a fun-loving nature, but it doesn't make sense that she would start tricking people at this time.

Yun Ci put down the hand that failed to gather spirits: "Maybe it's to prevent us from getting involved too much and disturbing the real owner of the dream."

"You can't use spiritual power." Xia Qingzhou is a magic cultivator. "You should be able to use some sword skills, right? Then what should I do if I encounter a beast when I go down the mountain?"

Only the chirping of birds could be heard in the dense forest, not even a cobweb could be seen, let alone the beast he was worried about.

There is a stone beach washed out by the river in the depression at the foot of the mountain.

The crispy cultivator gasped and sat on a stone half a person's height. He calmed down for a long time and said, "I'm worried for a bit. Without spiritual power, the most terrible thing is my fragile body."

Although Yun Ci had never seen what he was carrying in the box, he had felt the weight of the box.

Fa Cultivator doesn't focus on physical exercise on weekdays. Without the relief spells, it is true that carrying such a box all the way down from the top of the mountain will be tiring.

She looked at Xia Qingzhou, who was almost paralyzed on the stone, with a smile in her eyes: "Why don't you put this box into a mustard bag on weekdays?"

"This is my ancestor." Xia Qingzhou covered his chest, feeling the beating heartbeat of the war drum under his skin, and sighed, "Although the ancestor is dead, is it a little disrespectful to put him in a mustard bag?"

Between exhausting himself to death and disrespecting his ancestors, the filial son chose the former.

"I look at the plants in the river that can't even survive for mayflies." Xia Qingzhou lifted up his clothes that were soaked by the water. "Did we think wrong?"

Yun Ci raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the voice of a woman behind him:

"Do we really want this? Maybe... maybe she will..."

"Shut up! From now on, she won't be able to talk about the future until she has to eat my food in vain for several years." The person who interrupted the woman was a man. The disgust in his tone was not hidden, and he lowered his voice and warned, "Don't Make a noise and attract people from the village."

There was the sound of water, and after a few breaths the woman's whimpers and the man's curses sounded one after another:

"It's a good thing that I didn't push her to death in the water. Why don't you ask me to ask God to let her survive and have a future!"

The protruding mountains just cover both sides.

Xia Qingzhou held her breath subconsciously, and allowed Yun Ci to quietly touch over to check the situation.

The water on this rocky beach was not deep, and there was no sound of splashing water even if you avoided the gravel. Yun Ci turned sideways and looked over there for the sound of the words.

Not far upstream, I saw two men and women in cloth, one standing and one kneeling. The man was carrying a bamboo mat and bent down to place it on the water.

The river flowed slowly between his legs. During the ups and downs, Yun Ci saw a baby girl lying on the mat.

It turned out that the woman was trying to stop a man who was about to drown the baby girl.

"It's up to fate. If she really has this way of survival, the bamboo mat will not be flooded."

I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but I could only hear a hint of indifference in his calm words.

The bamboo mat is just a thin layer. No matter how small the baby is, it still has some weight and cannot float in the water.

Yun Ci frowned, seeing that the woman really followed the man's words and knelt on the shore to pray for God's mercy.

Kowtowed several times.

A sharp stone scratched her face, and two lines of blood flowed. With tears in her eyes, she said, "She also has a life."

The water quickly wetted the bamboo mat, and the cold water made the sleeping baby cry.

The man let go of his hand in disgust: "Isn't my life life? If she lives, we will die. If you really want to die in vain for a baby girl who can't recognize people yet, like that family, then don't do it. Hold me."

The bamboo mat splashed on the water, and half of the baby girl's body was gone in the blink of an eye.

After the woman begged hard, God seemed to really show up, and the bamboo mat emerged from the water like a lotus leaf filled with water flowers.

The man tilted his head slightly and looked at the bamboo mat flowing down the river: "God will decide whether she lives or not." After saying that, he walked towards the shore and picked up the woman who was kneeling on the ground. "Come on, remember to tell yourself when you go back." See red, give birth to a stillborn child.”

Through his movements, Yun Ci could see the man's face clearly.

The water turned the bamboo mat around and delivered the naked baby girl to Yun Ci's feet.

The coldness spread down her ankles and throughout her body, almost freezing her in place.

Xia Qingzhou didn't hear the voice and didn't see Yun Cituo turn away, so he cautiously approached.

After seeing the crying baby girl, he tore off half of his sleeves to wrap her up. After doing this, he raised his head to look behind the mountain.

No one was seen upstream: "Fellow Daoist Yun?"

The baby girl stretched out her shaking hand in the air and grabbed the hem of Yun Ci's clothes. A slight tug brought Yun Ci back to reality.

She lowered her head, looked at the baby girl at her feet, was silent, and suddenly said: "I once stayed in a village when I was a child."

With cold hands and cold clothes, Yun Ci squatted down and put the baby girl's hand into the wrapped cloth.

"That village doesn't like girls." She looked down at the abandoned baby, "Because a monk once said that a village must kill girls for three generations in order to gain prosperity and wealth for its descendants."

Xia Qingzhou didn't know Yun Ci's past experience, and his attention was attracted by the second half of the sentence: "What does it mean to kill women in three generations?"

"There can be no baby girls for the next three generations."

"But how can the baby in the belly be born with whatever gender he wants?"

"Yes." Yun Ci continued, "So every time a baby girl is born, they have to be killed in various ways. Burning, drowning, beating, no matter how cruel it is. Only in this way will the baby girls waiting to be reincarnated be scared. Come."

"For the sake of the prosperity of an insubstantial descendant," Xia Qingzhou couldn't understand, and even thought it was a bit ridiculous, "the two of them just lost a living little girl like this?"

"I've met those two people just now."

Yun Ci smiled. She didn't know that it was a taboo in this village that the couple beat her half to death with a broom and a pole.

A woman who could kneel down and pray for her daughter's life could also viciously kick Yun Ci in the stomach after seeing her, telling Yun Ci to stay away.

His thoughts suddenly retracted, Yun Ci looked at Xia Qingzhou with an angry look on his face: "Don't worry, they didn't enjoy the good life they expected."

Without a daughter's family, a son would have to spend money to find a girl in another village if he wanted to get married.

This evil effect lasted for three generations, and finally the entire village fell.

Xia Qingzhou nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "Let me just say, it would make no sense if such a village could really prosper."

After he finished speaking, he paused and finally remembered the meaning of the word Yun Ci said he had seen it.

After a while, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Yun Ci: "You just said that you had met this child's parents. Does the dream created by Concubine mean that this is your past?"

"So is this dream yours, or..." He poked the baby girl's face in front of him, "Hers?"