Chapter 361
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No one would believe it even if she said it.
But Xiangxiang, who was holding Zhen Xiaoxiao's hands, firmly believed it.
Zhen Xiaoxiao had sacrificed much more than what everyone had described!
"Thank you!"
The boss of the tofu shop hugged his wife's waist tightly. This silent man was no less surprised and grateful than Xiangxiang. After all … he had experienced it firsthand. Xiangxiang, who was in his arms, slowly lost her breath …
Regardless of whether Zhen Xiaoxiao used witchcraft or illusions, he would never forget this kindness for the rest of his life.
"Ayaya, they are just little devils. I can kill them even if there are two more of them!"
Zhen Xiaoxiao waved his hand and generously distributed medicine and money. He put the children on his knees and played until the sun was setting in the west. Only then did he persuade everyone to rest.
"You have to take all of the medicinal pills I give you, okay? These are good things that only immortals use when they cultivate. I guarantee that when you wake up tomorrow morning, each of you will be full of energy. The pain in your back and legs, the chronic diseases … will all disappear! Maybe your bald head and missing front teeth will grow back! "
"Really?" Wu Jiecao rubbed his leg, his eyes filled with longing!
These are my Seven Leaves Valley's … Body Nourishing Pills, right?
Looking at the black fragrant pills in the hands of the Eastern Village people, Gu Ruoqing felt some pain in his chest.
"Don't thank me! Go to sleep! When you open your eyes again, those nightmares will be gone. "
Smiling, he closed the door curtain. Zhen Xiaoxiao left everyone with a handsome back. The sound of praise and the grateful gazes caused the entire atmosphere to be filled with a sense of peace.
Walking out of the front yard, Little Gruel, who followed behind Zhen Xiaoxiao, did not know where she was going. He only felt that the girl's footsteps in front of him were getting faster and faster.
After saying goodbye to the villagers, Zhen Xiaoxiao walked to a high slope three miles away. The stiff smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Her hurried footsteps made people feel a little uneasy.
She suddenly stopped without any warning, and then with a plop, she knelt on the ground.
The girl in the green dress had her knees sunk into the yellow soil. The mountain wind bent the withered grass around her, making a rustling sound.
And the real little girl broke down emotionally and burst into tears!
Guilt.
His heart was filled with guilt, but he had nowhere to vent it.
If she hadn't killed Chou Tian and angered the Water of Hatred, this devil wouldn't have made a special trip to her hometown and killed her people.
In the tent behind him were survivors.
However, in the courtyard of the Tang family in the dead village, there were still piles of bones.
One night, two nights, three nights, countless days and nights passed.
What had happened in the past could not be erased.
It was like a nail piercing his heart, and the pain was getting more and more intense.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's sudden change and her heart-wrenching tears frightened Gu Ruoqing and Small Gruel behind her.
They had seen their fair share of dead people, and countless of them had died at their hands.
Who has ever wept like this?
Gu Ruoqing, who was aware of Zhen Xiaoxiao's intentions, suddenly had a gentle look in her eyes. It was hard to describe how she was moved at this moment.
He was a genius who had killed a Light Enlightening Demonic Cultivator with the power of a Foundation Building Stage cultivator, so he should be feeling proud of himself. In fact, he should be thinking about reporting his achievements in killing the Demonic Cultivator to the sect so that he could win rewards and fame.
However, at this moment, there was such a person.
With tears, he paid tribute to the dead.
"Thud, thud." Two sounds were heard.
Zhen Xiaoxiao was surprised to hear the sound of two heavy objects kneeling on the ground beside him.
"I …" Small Gruel scratched his head and really didn't know what to say. After a moment of silence, he squeezed out three words from his lips, "I'll accompany you."
It was a very simple thought.
When you are happy, I am here. When you are unhappy, I am still here.
"In this matter, if we are talking about responsibility, the dereliction of duty is our sect."
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