Chapter 95 The Holy Land of Daluo feeds demons, and refugees become blood food!
In the evening, walking under the sunset, Ye Qing looked at Hongshang's face with interest.
The fair skin is flushed in the sunset, looking as tempting as an apple, making people want to take a bite.
Her long, silky hair moved gently in the wind, showing elegance with every step she took.
There is no makeup on her face, but she is still stunningly beautiful.
The elegant red robe on her body is not sexy, but it still can't hide her material figure.
Ye Qing touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.
Hongshang's appearance is very delicate and delicate, not inferior to Chu Yao's at all.
But the beauty of the two of them does not belong to the same style.
Chu Yao is like a holy lotus that can only be viewed from a distance but not played with. The majesty and domineering power of a king are enough to make all living beings become his servants, but they dare not have the slightest thought.
The beauty of Hongshang is more like a lonely beauty wandering in the rivers and lakes, riding horses alone, wandering up and down.
It makes people want to boil a pot of old wine with her, drink and chat all night long.
Hongshang noticed Ye Qing looking at her and asked in confusion, "Senior, what do you think I am doing?"
"Look at how beautiful you are." Ye Qing grinned.
Hongshang was a little surprised. She didn't expect that such a serious person as Ye Qing would tease her. She asked in confusion, "Senior, why did you suddenly say that?"
"When it comes to appearance, I'm far behind Her Majesty the Empress."
"No, no, don't say that."
Ye Qing waved his hand and said with a smile, "We have met four groups of people who want to tease you along the way."
"Ordinary people wouldn't have this charm."
Hongshang's pretty face turned slightly red and she wiped the blood on the scabbard, "Senior, stop teasing me."
The two were talking and laughing when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps and scolding from the front.
"Hurry up!"
"Go quickly, don't wait!"
Ye Qing and Hongshang were slightly startled, and immediately held their breath and hid their auras in a tacit agreement, walked into the woods nearby, and approached quietly and quickly.
On the road ahead, a team of hundreds of people walked in a row.
Each of these people were in ragged clothes, with dark skin and skinny bones. They were old and young, and they were all obviously refugees.
At the front and rear of the refugee team, there were four young men wearing green robes whose cultivation was at the Golden Core stage.
Judging from his clothing and cultivation level, he should be an outer disciple of Daluo Holy Land.
The refugees had obviously been hungry for a long time. Not only were they physically weak, most of them had swollen feet, so they couldn't walk at all.
The four disciples each held a whip in their hands and beat and scolded them, driving them forward slowly like animals.
The two disciples at the back rushed for a while and finally drove the team away.
The team walked in front, and the two of them followed slowly behind. One of them muttered suspiciously, "Brother, you said that the spiritual fields in our Daluo Holy Land have already been cultivated."
"Why do we need so many refugees to go back? We can't keep them in vain, right?"
"If I remember correctly, the ones we got back from Xizhou alone are already the third batch this month."
Another disciple next to him looked older and more mature than him, and said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."
The young disciple said disapprovingly: "What does it matter if I ask?"
"Hmph, asking these things that you shouldn't ask, you may risk your life." The older disciple sneered, "Over the years, the sect leader has been ordering to collect as many refugees as needed from various dynasties, and send them to the Holy Land. ”
"But have you ever seen any refugees who walked out of our Daluo Holy Land?"
"Uh...it seems like there really isn't..."
The young disciple asked weakly, "Then where have these people gone?"
"Idiot, don't you understand this?"
The older disciple suddenly felt superior and sneered, "These refugees have nothing. Apart from their flesh and blood, what value do they have?"
"If I'm not wrong, the sect master is probably secretly keeping some monsters or monsters in captivity, so he keeps bringing in refugees to feed those monsters as blood food."
The young disciple was dumbfounded and said: "This...isn't this the style of those demon clans? Our Daluo Holy Land is a righteous sect, and we actually do these things secretly."
"Hmph, to be able to occupy a place in Zhongzhou, a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, do you think any holy land can be clean?"
"Anyway, let me tell you, the water here is very deep, and it is not something that we little characters can peep into."
"Although I say that...but it still feels a bit cruel..."
"It's none of your business, don't ask any more questions."
While the two disciples were discussing, a cold wind suddenly hit their ears.
The next second, two sharp daggers appeared out of thin air and were placed on their necks, pressing against their throats.
This sudden dagger made the two of them turn pale with fright, and their heads were covered with cold sweat. Their whole bodies were frozen in place, unable to move.
As the two watched in horror from the corner of their eyes, a young man walked slowly towards them from a distance and sneered, "You two are so courageous, you even dare to chew the sect leader's tongue."
This young man has long, cool blond hair and wears a black robe with golden stripes and two golden dragons tattooed on it. It is more domineering than the robes of some dynasty monarchs.
Hongshang frowned slightly and murmured, "Why is this guy here..."
"oh?"
Ye Qing raised his eyebrows with interest, "Why, do you know him?"
"know."
Hongshang introduced, "This man's name is Mo Renjie. He is the only son of Mo Tiansha and the holy son of Daluo Holy Land."
"As the future sect leader and prince, he has been personally trained by Mo Tiansha since childhood and enjoys the best training resources."
"In addition, his qualifications are quite good. He has reached the Nascent Soul realm at the age of only 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 crazy. He turns out to be a second-generation ancestor."
Facing Mo Renjie's approaching step by step, the two disciples were so frightened that they sweated profusely and said in a trembling voice, "Holy...His Royal Highness the Holy Son, we did not bite the sect leader's tongue..."
"Oh, do you think this holy son is deaf?"
Mo Renjie sneered, "I heard every word of what you just said."
"Dare you accuse my father of using refugees as blood food to feed demons?"
"I think you two audacious madmen should be made into blood food and fed to those monsters."
The two of them were so frightened that they trembled all over. They both knelt on the ground with a plop and said with tears, "Your Highness the Holy Son, we know our mistake, and we will never dare to do it again in the future!"
"Please, Your Highness, have mercy on us and spare our lives. Please do not tell the sect master about this matter!"
(End of chapter)