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Chapter 10 Swelling Like a Sugar Man About to Be Blown

On a rainy night, the wind kept blowing, and the howling sound was like howling ghosts.

It is said that there lived a young man in the east of the village. He was a cultivator of immortals, who could go to heaven and enter earth, and was omnipotent.

The people in the village think that this person is the patron saint of the village. As long as he is there, no one will dare to bully the people in the village. After all, they are a village surrounded by immortals.

In order to win the favor of the immortals, everyone always filially gives the good things in the house to the immortals. The immortals have indeed protected the village. In the surrounding villages, they are the only ones who can keep their doors open at night and do not pick up lost things on the road!
Until that day, when the immortal said that he wanted to cultivate, everyone dared not disturb him, and they all hoped that the immortal would become stronger and better able to protect the village.

On that day, it rained heavily, the crops in the fields were flooded, and the road was washed away by the flood, leaving only stones.

The old man said that the sky was crying and something was going to happen.

That night, a loud noise erupted from the residence of the Immortal at the head of the village, and after that...

Blood, endless blood spread along the torrential rain throughout the village, and the thriving village in the past turned into a dead place overnight.

The little beggar hid in the pile of rice wetted by the heavy rain, looked through the gap at the red-eyed fairy outside,

Blood vessels protruded all over his body, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his muscles were bulging. The little beggar didn't know what was wrong, but felt that the person who was usually called a fairy was like a person who was about to be blown. The popping sugar man is very funny.

But the little beggar didn't dare to laugh. He covered his mouth tightly for fear of making a sound. Everyone in the village died, and they died in the hands of the immortals, one by one like squeezing sugar balls.

He was stuffed into the rice pile by his grandfather taking advantage of the chaos. He knew that as long as he made a sound, he would become an exploding sugar ball the next moment.

"Crack!"

There was a thunder in the air, and a purple lightning bolt rushed towards the direction of the rice pile. The little beggar who was already nervous was startled and shook his body.

But even such a small sound was still heard by the fairy,
The immortal first turned his head suddenly to look at the rice pile, his eyes staring as if they were about to fall out of their sockets in the next second, and then he walked towards the rice pile step by step.

The little beggar's eyes were fixed on the walking steps of the immortal, and his heart was beating "thumping" and "thumping", gradually becoming consistent with the frequency of the immortal's steps.

Suddenly, the rice in front of the little beggar was waved away by a big hand, staring at a pair of round eyes, a red fairy stood in front of him.

Looking at the big hand stretched out to him, the little beggar closed his eyes in fear. He knew that he was about to become the next crushed sugar ball.

"Uh...uh..."

The imagined pain did not come, the little beggar only heard a hoarse and painful voice like sandpaper rubbing in front of him.

Opening his eyes cautiously, the little beggar saw that the immortal was pinching his neck with both hands, struggling with pain on his face, and for some reason, he felt that the immortal seemed to become more inflated.

"Uh... help... save..."

The immortal's body began to shake violently, and the little beggar seemed to feel something, so he quickly stepped back.
But his movements were still too slow,

"Oh!"

"do not want!"

On the bed of Changqing Peak, the little beggar sat up abruptly, beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead,
Panting heavily, the little beggar looked around in panic, saw that he was in Changqing Peak's room, and gradually heaved a sigh of relief.

It's just that the blood flower that bloomed in the rain still lingers in my mind.

The little beggar looked towards the direction of Yue Jiaojiao's retreat place:

"This female bandit is really desperate."

(End of this chapter)