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Chapter 147 The Supreme God Who Died Tragically Without Returning from the Tribulation 22

Without looking back, she still remembered the breath of Lingyuan.

"No need." Blinded perception? "Lingyuan, come here."

"Your Highness, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Ling Yuan hesitated, then walked up obediently and stood one meter away without making any movement.

A flash of golden light flashed quickly in Jiuli's eyes, and Lingyuan felt as if something saw through his whole body. He felt uncomfortable all over and moved unconsciously.

"The art of blocking souls is practiced by gods, how can a person fall victim to such a low-level trick?" He brushed it off casually, thinking it was a waste of time at such an old age.

"Hmm?" His face was grim. Was this a plot against him? With the soul-blocking spell broken, he was clear-headed and his calculations were correct.

Being ignored, Bai Ze lowered his head slightly to hide the envy in his eyes. Who let this guy get so close to her? Doesn't he know the difference between men and women? And he was a little proud. Tsk, look at what he likes!

"Your Highness, let Bai Ze tell you about this. He was the first to discover that there will be a big epidemic after a big disaster. When it comes to curing diseases, I am not as good as the King of Medicine." Do you think he doesn't know?

"Well," the four gods of earth, wind, water and fire were indeed not well versed in pharmacology, but they would not have to ask the King of Medicine for such a small matter.

"I'll take my leave." Water is soft and thoughtful, how could he not know Bai Ze's thoughts? Humph, you'll know once you hit the wall. Make room for him and turn into a blue light and leave.

"They were my former subjects after all, and I saw them by chance," he said implicitly. Could he have said that he came here on purpose to meet them by chance?

She was talking useless nonsense, and the tips of her ears were red. No matter how you looked at her, she looked like a bullied young wife.

No, what she was thinking was wrong.

After one night, the riverbed was moist and green, and everywhere was full of vitality. The village chiefs took their people back home.

"Why are they master and disciple? Not brother and sister, or husband and wife?" Bai Ze opened his eyes wide. How could he be a virgin?

Even in name it's not possible, his face is full of resistance.

"Sister and brother? Husband and wife?" They are young but very cunning.

"Well, I'll just go back to being a virgin despite the difficulty." Meeting the gaze that swept over him, well, it's not impossible.

He stroked his chin and thought, what he should do now is to increase the impression and let His Highness distinguish him from other men. He is a real man who can bend and stretch, so he can just be a boy.

If he didn't want to, His Highness would turn around and find someone else, wouldn't he cry to death? Thinking of this, he suddenly changed into a person who looked like he was only six or seven years old, with red lips and white teeth, and he was very cute.

When they passed by the village, they found that the old man with a white beard was accompanied by a six or seven-year-old medicine boy. At first glance, they felt that they had an immortal look. They were easy to like and trust, and their aura was peaceful and harmonious.

"Little boy, there is a family ahead, let us stay overnight."

"Yes, Master." Bai Ze, who was six or seven years old, felt that this was his dark history, and became helpless when he touched Jiuli beside him.

"Knock knock." He took two steps forward and knocked on the door bolt.

There were sounds of footsteps from inside, and then the wooden door opened, and an elderly couple came out. Their faces were weathered but their eyes were wise. They were relieved to see that it was an old man and a child outside the door, and a smile appeared on their faces again, knowing that it was not a monster, so they were safe.

"My master and I are passing by your precious place. Can we stay for one night?" The child's voice was tender and full of sincerity.

"Come in, it's getting late, it's not suitable to stay outside for long."

As he said this, he made way and looked outside vigilantly, waiting for the two to come in and quickly closed the door. The yard had been cleaned up and was clean and tidy. There were three thatched houses, a stone mill, and tables and chairs in the yard.

Since they had just escaped from the famine, the food was simple, consisting of wild vegetable porridge and leftover minced pork mixed with wild vegetables, but there was not much minced pork left.

"My family is poor, please don't despise me, old man," he gestured to the old woman who was standing still to give her a bowl of rice from the pot.

"Okay, old man." The first sentence was full of reluctance. The only remaining food in the house had to last until autumn, so he sighed.

"Of course I don't mind. My son and I brought some dry food. I'd like to borrow your pot." He said with a smile, "I'm new to your precious place, so I need to tell you about the local customs and habits. How about we share it?"

It's not good to refuse again and again, especially since the master and apprentice didn't know where to go, what would that little bit of dry food do? Bai Ze took the medicine box and went to the kitchen with the old lady, working hard to cook.

Of course, as an emperor who had everything provided for him and occasionally went on military campaigns, Bai Ze's cooking skills were limited to just cooking.

"That's not possible, that's not possible. Please use it yourself, old sir." Looking at the fine-grain porridge and pickles served to him, he refused repeatedly.

He stood up and quickly divided the rice among his two sons and daughter-in-law using a wooden spoon, trying hard to take his eyes off the porridge.

"Hey, my master and I can't finish it, so I'll throw it away," he rolled his eyes and used the porridge to attract the children.

"Grandpa," the three-year-old child slurped his saliva, looked at the porridge in front of him timidly, and kept swallowing his saliva.

"Eat quickly," the woman on the left reached out and hit the child on the back.

"Then I will respectfully obey your command. Thank you, old sir."

I couldn't refuse, but when I thought about the bacon from last year at home, I felt relieved and decided to use the remaining rice to cook porridge tomorrow.

This was the third time they had drunk the rice soup since they were born. They cherished it very much and drank it slowly, eating the wild vegetables in big mouthfuls. Even the wild vegetable paste was placed in the well so that they could be eaten tomorrow.

"My disciple and I have come from afar to travel. My disciple is young and loves to play. What fun do you have here?" He stroked his beard.

"Come to think of it, there is," he thought carefully, "March 3rd is the town's immortal-seeking meeting, and there are crowds of people. Even the little immortal is fascinated by it." He paused and looked annoyed.

"Is there anything you can't say?" His hand paused slightly.

"Nothing, this is the reason why this place got into trouble," his eyes were sad, he remembered it very clearly, "It was because the girl next door accidentally touched that man, and this caused such a terrible disaster."

It makes me sad when I think about it. A grown-up girl can get married, but all the people in the city have become wandering ghosts.

"Oh? Is it a murder case? Why are you sure it was me?" He spoke in a righteous manner, it seems the rules of heaven are not strict enough!

“We have many offerings of flowers here, and I have seen many of them, and I recognize them,” the fairy, who was usually gentle and kind, was filled with hatred, “Why doesn’t the retribution of starving men all over the land fall on her?!”

"Dad?! How can you say that?" The eldest son pulled the old man's sleeve, trying to stop him, "You can't say that!"

"The peach blossoms are in full bloom on the mountain in March. Old sir, you can go and have a look. For some reason, all the flowers bloomed overnight after the rain. It's just the right time," Er'er walked up and whispered.

"I've got it. Please find a place for my disciple and I to rest." Can't listen? He changed the subject.

"Just follow me, old man. It's no trouble at all."

Shut up and led me to the guest rooms in the backyard. Although it was called a backyard, it was actually just two thatched houses that were not often used.

After the second son left, Bai Ze was a little puzzled. Even Lingyuan knew how to calculate, so why did this guy bother asking?

"Why did your Highness ask?" Aren't you afraid of being cheated?

"Want to be treated as a monster?" Why have you become so much dumber?