I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 402: Because you will die!

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Hearing this question, all the young monks present couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

First of all, the demon cultivator must not let it go. Secondly, that little boy is young, so he has to be saved!

But that demon cultivator was a Nascent Soul cultivator, even if he could be killed, he could easily kill the little boy before he died. Even if he squeezed it lightly, the child's life would be gone.

So what should they do?

Everyone thought hard for a long time, but they couldn't come up with an answer. Looking at Yuan Yuge with a sad look in his eyes, he was also slightly depressed and at a loss.

At this time, some smarter young monks have already reacted. Since Senior Qing Yuan can take this matter as an example, it means that he must have solved it!

As a result, many people turned their attention to Qing Yuan who was sitting in mid-air.

Qing Yuan seemed to have sensed everyone's attention, so he smiled sinisterly.

"What impossibility are you expecting? That Moxiu caught a little boy, but there is not only a little boy in that village. In fact, I don't need to make a decision at all. The people in that village just Dayi gave me a good idea. Do you know what it is?"

“…”

Seeing that these young people were so suspicious of the brats, Qing Yuan seemed to have thought of something bad, so his face became more and more ugly.

"The head of that village said, 'Head Immortal, you must kill this demon cultivator! Otherwise, if he survives, he will definitely take revenge. Then our small village will be gone! As for this child...although It's a pity, but as long as we are all alive, there will always be children!'”

"Wow!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked to the point of an uproar. How can it be? That's a child from that village! Aren't they all familiar people?

When everyone was trying to digest this sentence, Yuan Yuge suddenly spoke.

"But senior, even if the village chief is willing, will the villagers, especially the child's parents, be willing?"

"Shuh!"

Everyone turned their attention back to Qing Yuan.

This time, Qing Yuan didn't make a fool of himself, and answered directly.

"Good question. The little boy's parents were there. Do you think they would resist or not? No, they acquiesced."

"Although they cried bitterly and burst into tears, they did not resist. In other words, they were also willing to exchange a child's life for their own safety."

"Didn't the old village chief say that too? As long as he is alive, the child wants as much as he wants."

"Hiss—"

Although these young monks get more resources than the children of the Qing family, it is precisely because the sect behind them is small that they are well protected on weekdays. It was the first time for many people to face the evil of human nature, and for a while, they didn't know what to say. He could only make a gasping sound unconsciously.

He lowered his eyes faintly, as if he was feeling sad about the fate of that child. In fact, upon hearing such a story, Minran suddenly thought of a person.

Ahua.

Everything that happened in Fuxiang Village is still vivid, but all the villagers, including Ahua, have disappeared into the world with the flames. Minran can't say that Ahua and the others didn't do evil, but, after hearing this story, she couldn't help but think, it turns out that not every pair of parents love their children as much as their lives.

But when I think about my own mother again, I feel a little uncertain again.

By taking advantage of the time when everyone was either silent or shocked, Muranhao gave birth to God for a while. I don't know what happened to the little baby ghost that was given to Mingzhao Temple. With his appearance that grows when he sees the wind, I don't know if he has grown into a teenager?

It would be great if it could grow up healthily.

If you still can't go against your nature and just want to eat people...

Then it would be better to kill him in the first place! But a super-Buddhist sect like Mingzhao Temple must have a solution. Otherwise, the infant ghost would not have been taken away, but killed on the spot.

"Ah Choo!"

Mingzhao Ancient Temple thousands of miles away.

Under the towering ancient ginkgo trees, a handsome ten-year-old monk is sweeping the fallen golden ginkgo leaves. But for some reason, he suddenly sneezed.

The young monk who was sweeping the floor with him hurriedly asked with concern when he saw this.

"Junior Brother Liao Yuan, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine."

The handsome little monk showed an embarrassed smile upon hearing this. This little monk looks handsome and kind, with a dignified and elegant demeanor. Except for the uncomfortable light red eyes, it seems to be no different from ordinary monks.

At this moment, hearing that his senior brother cared about him, the little monk saluted him even more. When she smiled slightly, she showed her two slightly pointed canine teeth, which turned out to be a little cute.

"It's probably because I was brushed on the nose by fallen leaves, so I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Really?"

The senior brother is also a big-hearted man, so he stopped taking care of it after hearing what the senior brother said, but continued to clean.

At this time, the handsome little monk wanted to continue cleaning, but he couldn't help sniffling when he glanced at the scratches on the back of his brother's neck.

It should be scratched by the little brother himself, and there is a small red envelope in the middle, maybe because he was accidentally bitten by a mosquito when he was out of the temple, and felt the itching was unbearable, so he grabbed it.

It was this one, and a few slightly bloodshot wounds were scratched out. In fact, the little brother didn't have a deep scar on the back of his neck, it was really just a slight oozing of blood. But the handsome little monk couldn't turn his eyes away from the scar.

Looking at it, not only the eyes are getting redder, the nails are getting longer, even the teeth in the mouth are getting sharper and sharper!

He was breathing rapidly, and the little monk looked like he wanted to rush forward regardless!

What a delicious blood, and a pure and clean body, just take a bite. It only takes a small sip to satisfy the deep thirst in the throat!

Bite it! Just one bite!

It doesn't matter, even if you take a bite, you won't die. It's just a little injury, a very small injury...

As if fascinated, the little monk has slowly arched his body, and made a posture ready to attack, just as he was about to pounce!

"Crack! Click! Click!"

"Hmm!"

The handsome little monk, that is, Liao Yuan, immediately covered his mouth with his palm, curled up in a corner, trembling.

As if the severe phantom pain coming from deep in his memory made him tremble~IndoMTL.com~ He doesn't remember what happened before he came to Mingzhao Temple, but whenever he wants to attack someone , There will always be severe phantom pain coming from my body! It was as if he had been injured.

He can't remember who it is, anyway, he just remembers that there was once a person, a vicious ghost!

Pull out his nails one by one, break his teeth one by one...

That kind of slow movement will only make the pain more intense!

It hurts so much, even if you can't remember who that person is, as long as you want to attack humans, there will be a phantom pain on your body instantly, as if reminding him.

Can't kill! You can't attack others to eat meat and drink blood!

Because you will die!

He will really die!

Will be killed by that person!