Chapter 112
Ming Qiao was grabbed by his chubby waist. He struggled hard, but it was harder to hold him down than the little pig waiting to be slaughtered during the Chinese New Year.
Seeing this, the owner of the big hand simply shook it heavily.
Ming Qiao was shaken and fainted.
When he fainted, the owner of the big hand grabbed him and took him away easily.
The small fishing village below was in ruins, as if no one cared and it was left there.
Most of the people in the small fishing village died.
There was also a small group of survivors who stood there, staring blankly at the sky.
"Where's Qiao Qiao?"
They want to ask this question.
But no one could answer it.
This time, if it weren’t for Ming Qiao, no one in their entire village would be alive.
According to the records about the black disaster, wherever the black disaster went, there was no one alive in the village.
Their small fishing village is now the only exception.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao...will he come back?"
Su Qiang stood there, his neck sore from looking up, but he was unwilling to lower his head: "Qiao Qiao is still so young, he hasn't found his father and mother yet."
What if Qiao Qiao can't come back?
Aunt Su held her son's hand, her eyes were red and her throat was sour.
So many people died in the village at once.
Qiao Qiao is also missing.
Aunt Su was completely at a loss. She was just an ordinary woman, and faced with these changes, she could not find any way to deal with them except to passively accept them.
"Jojo's going to be fine."
Aunt Su murmured, not sure whether she was comforting her son or herself.
The two of them stood there, looking at the sky.
Until the sky brightened and everything returned to normal, they still didn't see Ming Qiao.
Ming Qiao is no longer in heaven.
He was taken to another place, which was full of birdsong and flowers, and looked like a fairyland.
When Ming Qiao woke up, he saw a monk with an immortal look.
The other party claimed to be Lord Sanchen.
Lord Sanchen was very kind to him and his tone sounded benevolent.
"Where are you from? How did you end up in the circle?"
"What is a circle?"
This was the second time Ming Qiao heard this word. He stared at the God in front of him with his round eyes and asked, "Did you bring the Black Disaster to the small fishing village?"
Ming Qiao asked two questions in a row.
Lord Sanchen responded with good temper: "A circle is a circle. I bestow blessings and nourishment in the circle to cultivate some fresh vitality. Occasionally, I will take some."
“Black Disaster… No, how can my appearance be a Black Disaster?”
"I am the Lord God. My coming is a miracle."
Ming Qiao understood Lord Sanchen's explanation.
He understood and became even angrier.
He had heard of raising pigs, chickens, geese and ducks, but he had never heard of raising a whole field of living things for one's own use.
This person is not a god at all!
Ming Qiao thought angrily, this guy is more like a devil than the big devil in the Blood Mist Forbidden Land!
"There's something about you, little kid, that makes me feel close to you."
As Sanchen spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold Mingqiao's chubby little hand.
Ming Qiao tried to dodge but failed.
Sanchen held his chubby little hand, felt it, and smiled.
"It's a cub of the Zhuling tribe."
"No wonder I feel so close to you when I see you."
Sanchen smiled and pointed out Mingqiao's identity.
The spiritual power of the Zhuling people is the purest and the gods love their breath the most.
"From now on, you will live here with me."
Sanchen said: "I think you will like it here."
Ming Qiao said nothing.
There's no way he likes it here.
He prefers the small fishing village to this fairyland.
San Chen didn't talk to Ming Qiao for too long. He quickly disappeared from Ming Qiao's sight. Before leaving, he warned: "Don't leave my fairyland. Outside this fairyland, there is only foul air."
As soon as he gave the instructions and left, Ming Qiao got up and wanted to leave the fairyland.
Wonderland is a bit big.
He can't run away.
Perhaps it was because Ming Qiao was brought back by Sanchen himself, and his status in the fairyland was visibly respected.
Fairyland is inhabited.
Ming Qiao observed them carefully and felt that apart from their ethereal temperament, they were no different from other people.
"Ming Qiao, where do you want to go today?"
A passing immortal saw Ming Qiao, stopped, and asked him, "Would you like to go with me?"
"Where are you going?" Ming Qiao asked back.
The other person rode on a five-colored divine horse and answered with a smile: "I am going to attend Ling Guangjun's wine party. Little God, you can also go and try a cup of peach blossom wine. It won't make you drunk."
Mingqiao has no interest in drinking.
Daddy said that children can’t drink alcohol.
However, he wants to go to places where there are many people!
He wanted to get more information so that he could leave here, or find a way to take revenge.
He wants to avenge the small fishing village!
"Come on, little god, sit in front of me."
Thanks to the title of Lord Sanchen, Ming Qiao, who unknowingly took on the title of Little Lord, is also very popular in the fairyland.
He either goes to a cocktail party or some other occasion.
Sanchen knew about it, but never stopped her. He thought he got along very well with Mingqiao.
Ming Qiao is a cub of the Zhuling tribe. Sanchen found many of the tribe's spells and some Zhuling rituals and asked him to learn them.
Sanchen especially loves to watch the funeral ceremony.
This ceremony requires Mingqiao to dance.
Mingqiao had to wear a clean white robe, hold a drum in her fat hands, and dance a complicated dance for a long time before Sanchen would be satisfied.
If Sanchen is satisfied, he will leave comments.
"God pleases the spirits, and the spirits please God. Ming Qiao, you did a great job."
Sanchen praised Mingqiao generously, but Mingqiao looked up and planned in her mind how to kill him.
He can't do it alone.
He also needs external forces, such as the filthy land outside the fairyland that Sanchen mentioned.
He knew that the land of filth contained forces hostile to Sanchen.
Mingqiao wanted to sneak over there.
But before that, he had been hanging around in the fairyland and had unknowingly made himself a minor celebrity.
It would be too conspicuous for a minor celebrity like him to sneak into a dirty place.
Just when Ming Qiao was wandering around the filthy place with a stern face, thinking of a trick to do, someone attacked him before he could come up with one.
"Is it him?"
"Yes, it is him. He is the little god that Sanchen brought with him."
"Sanchen is very close to him! Come on, take him away and bring him back to the nest."
Ming Qiao heard these voices.
He also smelled the foul smell on the other person, which was the same as the devil.
"Are you demons?"
Ming Qiao didn't resist, he even opened his mouth to ask.
But no one responded to his question.
"Do you want to deal with Sanchen? Do you want to kill him?"
Ming Qiao continued to ask.
His questions came one after another. He could guess the identities of these people, so he wanted to negotiate with them properly.
But the person who took him away didn't want to talk to him at the moment.
Seeing this, Ming Qiao had no choice but to shut up and let them take him away.
Sure enough, the place these people took him to was exactly what he had imagined.
They arrived at a filthy place outside of fairyland.
Ming Qiao was surrounded in the middle of the filthy ground and heard a lot of people scolding and mocking him.
They were mocking his status as a minor god.
They were still cursing Sanchen and the immortals in the fairyland.
They cursed loudly, and Mingqiao nodded as they listened.
"Yeah! Hypocrisy!"
"They are worse than the devil!"
"I hate them too!"
Ming Qiao angrily echoed the words of the demons in a baby voice. As they echoed, the demons realized something was wrong.
"Aren't you the little god in front of Sanchen? Why are you scolding him too?"
The demon stared at him and asked, "What tricks do you want to play?"
"I didn't play any tricks. I was captured by Sanchen."
Ming Qiao clarified: "He destroyed my small fishing village, I want to kill him!"
Demons: “…”
The demons didn't believe it.
They stared at Ming Qiao and told him what they were planning.
They wanted to control Ming Qiao and make him attack San Chen.
Ming Qiao shook his head and reiterated, "Don't control me. I will help you."
"No, we don't believe you, little god."
"Yes, we don't believe you. We want to plant a puppet thread in you so that you can completely listen to us."
The demons, who were suspicious by nature, wanted to plant puppet threads on Ming Qiao.
Ming Qiao naturally refused.
His face turned red with anxiety, and he was going around in circles with the demons.
As I was walking, I heard hurried footsteps coming from not far away.
The owner of the footsteps was dressed in black, and for the first time in his life, a hint of anxiety appeared on his serious and handsome face.
He strode over and hugged the child who was still spinning around.
"Jojo."
The moment he hugged the child, his voice became hoarse.
This familiar voice and familiar embrace made Ming Qiao stunned.
Ming Qiao was held in a daze.
He was stunned for a long while before he blinked his eyes as if waking up from a dream.
"Brother?" he called.
You Qing, who came to this place for unknown reasons and had been here for quite some time, finally heard the familiar baby voice.
He suppressed the emotions surging in his chest and uttered a low "hmm".
"It's me, Qiao Qiao."
It's him.
Ming Qiao was still a little dazed.
He gently broke free from You Qing's embrace, then reached out and pinched his fat arm hard.
After pinching, his eyes turned red.
Another second passed.
He pursed his lips and round tears fell from his eyes.
It's not a dream.
He really found his brother!
"Qiao Qiao, don't cry, I'm too late. Don't be afraid, it's okay."
You Qing took the tearful child into his arms again, patted his back gently, and comforted him patiently.
And Mingqiao cried even louder as he comforted her.
One big and one small, one coaxing the other to cry, leaving the demons around them stunned.
"Hey, what's going on? Why is our demon child hugging the little god?"
“I don’t know!”
Since You Qing came here, he has had many adventures. By some strange coincidence, he was mistakenly mistaken for a demon by these demons.
Just like Ming Qiao was treated as a little god.
You Qing did not object to the identity of Mozi. This identity was beneficial to his situation, so he accepted it.
Even though he has never practiced magic.
Because of his identity, other demons also listen to his words.
It was his idea to destroy the fairyland and kill Sanchen.
This was the method he came up with to leave this place.
"Brother, I miss you so much."
Ming Qiao cried in a sobbing voice, holding on to You Qing with her two little hands.
You Qing was reluctant to let him go.
The two of them hugged each other. Just now they were trying to cast a spell on Ming Qiao with puppet silk, but now they ate the puppet silk raw.
The little god doesn't need puppet threads at all.
With their demon children around, the little god thinks they are in the same group with them.
The author has something to say:
Baby: Bring my brother home!
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I can’t hold on any longer. My health is too bad. This is my limit. QAQ. That’s all I can say for now.
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