Chapter 882
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Since it was a conflict between the survivors of Xiqi and the Southern Cauldron cultivators, Zhen Xiaoxiao didn't want to interfere.
"Really?"
Hearing this, Shui Gui's eyes suddenly burned with resentment.
"Someone, take the honored guest to the Bin Pavilion to rest!"
Although he couldn't stand up, there was a hint of bloodthirst in his low roar!
"At the same time, lock all these Southern Cauldron scum in the temple! Don't they like the temple and crystals? Then let them fish up as much as they want! "
Temple?
Small Gruel raised his head and looked at the strange ancient building standing at the side. For some reason … he felt a little guilty.
This thing.
It looked so familiar.
Everyone focused on different things. Small Gruel cared about the temple, while Liu Suisui cared about rest.
You still care about whether we're tired? Treat us as honored guests?
This feeling was really good!
However, there was no need to go through so much trouble.
Liu Suisui smiled and waved her hand.
"Untie the ropes on the hands of these people first. And the wounded … Come here, all those who are injured come to me and bandage your wounds."
Sitting on a protruding rock, Liu Suisui asked everyone to help her.
Seeing such a scene, the high priest stopped yelling. He looked down suspiciously and wiped the green ointment on his body. He found that his burned skin was no longer stinging.
What the hell was going on?
In the past few years, they had been invaded by the cultivators of the two realms. When had they ever seen an outsider cultivator who had no desire to help them instead?
The division of labor was clear.
Liu Suisui, Wang Huan, Qian Xia, and Tan Feng were left in front of the temple to continue treating the wounded.
Meanwhile, Zhen Xiaoxiao, Small Gruel, Shentu Weiran, Yang Yan, Kimberley, and Haili Chenguang were warmly welcomed into the Bin Pavilion.
From enemies to honored guests, their roles changed very quickly.
Although the people of Xiqi who had regained their freedom still had vigilance and distrust in their eyes, they were more willing to believe that Zhen Xiaoxiao and his group were not bad people.
The Bin Pavilion was a small pavilion built next to the lake in the middle of the oasis. It used wood as the beam and layers of green leaves as the roof.
In Yang Yan's eyes, it was so simple that it wasn't worth mentioning, but for West Qi, which was severely desertified, this was definitely a very luxurious system.
Thin and shriveled fruits were served one by one, as well as freshly baked pastries.
In the harsh environment of the desert continent, it showed the sincerity of the host.
Little Congee was not interested in the food. She took out the Steamed Yellow Glazed Fish from her pocket and held it in her mouth. Only Zhen Xiaoxiao pinched a piece of something that looked like bread and tasted it. The choking taste of the chaff instantly made her extremely confident. She firmly believed that she was definitely not the worst chef in the world!
Shuidi, who was asked by Liu Suisui to bandage his wounds, had yet to arrive.
Shen Tu Weiran remained silent. He knew that Zhen Xiaoxiao could understand the current situation in Xiqi as quickly as possible through the mouths of these oasis residents, so it was not a waste of time to stay here.
However, Zhen Xiaoxiao named him Zombie-face …
Is my face very stiff? Is my face very stiff?
Shentu Weiran was slightly unconvinced in his heart, so he tried his best to squeeze out some expression. As a result, everyone saw a man grimacing in pain, trying his best to make himself ugly.
Taking this opportunity, Haili Chenguang whispered in Zhen Xiaoxiao's ear, "I think we still need some cover when we travel in Xiqi. For example, we can borrow the identity of the Southern Tripod team."
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