Chapter 95: Demons are raised in the Daluo Holy Land, and refugees are turned into blood food! In the evening, walking under the sunset, Ye Qing looked at Hong Chang's face with interest. Her fair skin glows red under the sunset, looking as tempting as an apple, making people want to take a bite. Her long, smooth hair fluttered in the wind, and she showed her elegance with every step she took. Although she has no makeup on her face, she is still stunningly beautiful. The elegant red robe she wears is not sexy, but it still can't hide her curvaceous figure. Ye Qing touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully. Hong Chang's appearance is very delicate and pretty, not inferior to Chu Yao at all. But their beauty is not of the same style. Chu Yao was like a holy lotus that could only be admired from afar and not touched. His majesty and domineering power as a king were enough to make all living beings become his slaves, yet they dared not have any improper thoughts. The beauty of Hong Chang is more like that of a lonely beauty wandering around the world, riding a horse alone, drifting up and down.
It makes people want to heat a pot of old wine with her, drink and chat all night long. Hong Chang noticed that Ye Qing was looking at her and asked in confusion, "Senior, why are you looking at me?" "Look at how beautiful you are." Ye Qing grinned. Hong Chang was a little surprised. She didn't expect that someone as serious as Ye Qing would tease her. She asked in confusion, "Senior, why did you suddenly say that?" "In terms of appearance, I am far inferior to Her Majesty the Empress." "No, no, don't say that." Ye Qing waved his hand and smiled, "We have encountered four groups of people who want to tease you along the way." "If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't have this charm." Hong Chang's pretty face flushed slightly, and she wiped the blood off the scabbard, "Senior, please stop making fun of me." The two were talking and laughing when suddenly they heard footsteps and sounds of beating and scolding from the front. "hurry up!" "Hurry up and don't dawdle!" Ye Qing and Hong Shang were slightly startled, then they held their breath tacitly, concealed their presence, walked into the woods nearby, and approached quietly and quickly. On the road ahead, a team of hundreds of people were marching in a row. These people were all ragged, dark-skinned, and skinny. There were old and young people, and they were obviously refugees. At the front and back of the refugee group, there were four young men in green robes, whose cultivation was at the Jindan stage. Judging from his attire and cultivation level, he should be an outer disciple of the Daluo Holy Land. The refugees had obviously been hungry for a long time. Not only were they physically exhausted, but most of them had swollen feet and could not walk at all. The four disciples each held a whip in their hands, and they beat and scolded them, driving them forward slowly like animals.
The two disciples behind chased for a long time and finally drove the team far away. The team was walking in front, and the two of them were slowly following behind. One of them muttered suspiciously, "Brother, you said that those spiritual fields in our Daluo Holy Land have already been cultivated." "Why do we need to send so many refugees back? We can't just keep them there for nothing, right?" "If I remember correctly, this is the third batch we brought back from Xizhou this month." Another disciple next to him, who looked older and more mature than him, said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense and don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." The young disciple said disapprovingly, "What's the harm in asking?" "Hehe, asking these things that you shouldn't ask, be careful that your life will be in danger." The older disciple sneered, "Over the years, the sect master has been ordering the collection of refugees from various dynasties, as many as possible, and sending them to the holy land." "But have you ever seen any refugees walk out of our Daluo Holy Land?" "Uh...it seems like there really isn't..." The young disciple asked weakly, "Where did all these people go?" "Idiot, don't you understand this?" The older disciple instantly felt superior and sneered, "These refugees have nothing. Apart from their flesh and blood, what else can they be used for?" "If I'm not mistaken, the sect leader is probably secretly raising some monsters or demonic beasts, so he keeps bringing in refugees to serve as blood food for those monsters." The young disciple was stunned and said, "This... isn't this the style of those demon tribes? Our Daluo Holy Land is a righteous sect, but they also do these things in secret." "Hehe, to be able to occupy a place in Zhongzhou, a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, do you think any holy place can be clean?" "Anyway, let me tell you, the water here is very deep, and it's not something that small characters like us can get a glimpse of." "That's what I said... but it still feels a bit cruel..." "It's none of your business, don't ask." As the two disciples were discussing, a cold wind suddenly blew past their ears. The next second, two sharp daggers appeared out of nowhere, placed on their necks, pressing tightly against their throats. The sudden dagger made the two men turn pale with fright and sweat all over their foreheads. They froze in place and could not move at all. As the two watched in horror, a young man walked towards them slowly from a distance and sneered, "You two are quite courageous. You even dare to chew the tongue of the sect master." This young man had long, cool golden hair and wore a black robe with golden stripes and two golden dragons embroidered on it. The robe was even more domineering than the dragon robes of some dynasty monarchs. Hong Chang frowned slightly and murmured, "Why did this guy come here..." "Oh?" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows, and asked with interest, "Why, do you know him?" "know." Hong Chang introduced, "This man's name is Mo Renjie. He is Mo Tiansha's only son and the Holy Son of Daluo Holy Land."
"As the future heir to the throne of the sect, he has been personally trained by Mo Tiansha since he was young and has enjoyed the best training resources." "Plus, his own aptitude is pretty good. He has reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of sixteen. He is one of the hottest dark horses in this Tianjiao Conference." Ye Qing nodded thoughtfully and couldn't help laughing, "No wonder he looks so arrogant, he turned out to be a second-generation rich man." Facing Mo Renjie's approaching step by step, the two disciples were so scared that they were sweating profusely and said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness... Holy Son, we did not chew the Sect Master's tongue..." "Heh, do you think this Saint Son is deaf?" Mo Renjie sneered, "I heard every word you said just now." "How dare you slander my father for using refugees as blood food to feed demons?" "I think we should turn you two daring lunatics into blood food and feed them to those monsters." The two were so frightened that they trembled all over. They both fell to their knees on the ground and cried, "Your Highness, we know we were wrong. We will never dare to do it again!" "Please have mercy on us, Your Highness, and spare our lives. Please do not tell the Sect Master about this!" (End of this chapter)