I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Chapter 172

Five toads are easy to find, and five poisonous snakes are easy to find.

But a toad, a scorpion, a gecko, a viper, a centipede are hard to find.

It wasn’t until the sun set on August 30 that Han Xiangbone, who was a servant of the dust, returned to the Dragon City Yuelai Inn.

Pushing open the door of the main house, there was only Sister Cangxue in the house.

“Dao Chief~”

Pushed open the doors of the east and west wings, and there was no trace.

“Dao Chief~”

Looking inside and outside the Yuelai Inn, Mo Daoshi, even the little white donkey was nowhere to be seen.

“Did you run~” The

young man sitting on the threshold of the courtyard sighed.

That unfathomable technique, even if the Taoist priest is not a land immortal, it is not much different.

The young man thought that the Taoist priest would lie to himself, but he never thought that the land immortal would be so shameless.

“Han baby, don’t let me meet you again~”

The young man was angry, after all, he suffered such a big loss.

As for suffering losses is a blessing, pure shit.

People who have such ideas have never suffered endless losses.

In the fourteenth year of Voling, the first day of September.

Han Xianggu found a carriage in a family in Longcheng.

Then grab a military horse from the wild.

On the second day of September, the rising sun rises in the east.

The young man wore a long sword on his left waist, and a wind cut and flowing frost on his right waist, and walked out of the Yuelai Inn with Sister Cangxue and left Dragon City.

When the autumn air is crisp.

The teenage girl sloped down to the southwest.

–

A dream.

A girl’s dream.

Dreams that never wake up.

In a dream, a smoke-hazy, hazy tall building.

The woman’s soft chuckle and the man’s unbridled laughter are sometimes far and near, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

In a corner of the tall building, the demonic snow dressed in inky clothes looked around blankly.

The girl seemed to remember something, and the two blood pupils in her eye sockets suddenly contracted.

I don’t know who is laughing, let alone how many people are laughing at the same time.

In short, the laughter of men and women became more and more noisy and harsh, and the demonic Cang Xue’s face was full of horror, trembling and squatting down, sobbing softly: “Mother, I’m afraid~”

The sound of Dada’s footsteps came from far and near.

Demon Cangxue looked back.

A young girl came out of the smoke.

Dressed in a gorgeous golden robe, two golden pupils shining.

“Yes… You~

” Divine Cangxue stretched out a palm at the demon Cangxue and said softly: “Get up, go see your mother, and our little girl.” Demon

Cangxue stood up and slapped away the palm of Divine Cangxue in disgust.

“You Virgin, you don’t deserve to shake my hand!”

Divine Cang Xue rolled her eyes.

“Let’s go.”

In the click, the two Cang Xue layer after layer, I don’t know how many layers.

Suddenly, I saw a small person crouching in the mist.

The demonic snow and the divine snow approached.

The little man, about three or four years old, squatted in front of the door of a room, hanging his head low, and his two small hands tightly covered his ears.

Demon Cangxue tilted his head to look.

The little man is carved like a porcelain doll, and half of his forehead is covered with hideous and bright birthmarks.

“This is not human~

” “Why is it such a small one?”

Looking at the tearful little girl, Demon Cangxue was very puzzled.

Divine Cangxue: “She can’t see us.”

Demon Cangxue: “Why?”

Divinity: “She doesn’t want to see.”

Devilishness: “This little girl, I don’t want to see her yet.”

Divinity: “Look at your mother.” With

a crunch, Divine Snow pushed open the door.

In the room, on the embroidered bed, there was a woman who was full of peach and plum years, and she was not hanging an inch.

Behind the woman, a man holds a bronze oil lamp in one hand and a brass dry tobacco pole in the other.

After burning until it was red, the man slammed the dry smoke stick against the skin of the woman’s snow-like back.

In the snort, the green smoke is overflowing, and the burnt smell is pungent.

The woman’s face was as white as paper, her forehead was full of dense beads of sweat, and she bit her lip hard and did not say a word.

Divine Cangxue looked at Demon Cangxue and asked, “Remember?”

Demon Cangxue nodded lightly.

It happened when they were three years old.

The man is a child of the Shi clan, and he has long been tired of playing with the woman’s body and has begun to pursue spiritual pleasure.

No Qinglou prostitute has ever brought her own daughter when she is in the skin and meat business, so women are quite famous in high-rise buildings.

Men came and bought women overnight.

It is not coveting a woman’s body, but playing a game with a woman.

The man and the woman are inside the room, and the little girl is outside the room.

Throughout the night, men tortured women in different ways.

If the woman makes a voice and is heard by the daughter outside the door, the man will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver.

If the woman is forced to keep quiet, the man is tormented all the time.

Day one, day two, day three… Women either speak up or die.

Looking at the embroidery bed, the skin on the back of the mother was scorched in large areas.

Watch as my mother’s teeth bite her lips and bleed.

Watch as the man put down the dry cigarette stick and feel a slender iron stick from his sleeve.

Watched the man stick the tip of the iron skewer into the seam of his mother’s nails.

Then he picked it up fiercely.

Demon Cangxue’s eyes filled with tears.

His voice was hoarse, and he shouted softly, “Niang~”

Cang Xue was three years old.

The man did everything in his power and tortured the woman for nearly two months.

Isn’t it just a shout, so that the daughter outside the door can hear it, and there is a silver reward to take.

No one knows why women have endured so much inhuman torture, and they have never been willing to scream.

So much so that there was not even a faint snort of pain.

“Alas~”

Divine Cang Xue sighed lightly, waved his sleeve robe, and the picture disappeared.

–

A new picture pops into view.

The north wind is howling and the snow is falling.

It was dark, and there were sporadic candles at night.

The village is Nagaru Village.

Snow is the first snow in 34 years.

In the snowy forest outside the village, a woman in red hanged herself from a dead tree.

The body was swayed by the roaring north wind, like a torn garment.

The demonic snow and the divine snow stood in the wind and snow, looking at the little girl who had just had a home, a righteous father and a righteous mother and a younger brother, wading through the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow to come under the dead tree.

“Niang~”

The little girl screamed a broken Niang, and was quickly swallowed by the wind and snow.

The little man, struggling to stand on tiptoe, stretched out two small hands, wanting to touch his mother’s snow-white face.

“Mother, hug me, hug Xue’er~”

Looking at the effort, she could only barely hold the little girl who was on one of her mother’s ankles.

Divine Cang Xue said softly: “Back then, we jumped here all night, almost frozen to death, and we couldn’t hug our mother for the last time.

“This is Yumeze, you can do whatever you want.”

Demon Cangxue then stretched out his slightly trembling palm.

The finger lightly touched the hemp rope wrapped around the neck of the woman’s corpse.

A muffled bang.

The hemp rope suddenly broke.

The body of the woman in red fell into the snow.

The little man with teary eyes immediately rushed forward.

The frozen little hand touched and touched on the mother’s miserable white face, kissed and kissed.

Xu felt cold, or felt cold in his mother.

The little girl first struggled to break her mother’s stiff arm.

Immediately, he gently and tightly hugged his mother.

“Yellow, tail dragging, three-year-old hairy can sing.

It wasn’t my grandmother who taught me, it was the song I learned smartly.

……

The child cries, the dog bites, and the envious cat comes again. In

the wind and snow, the woman in red gently wrapped her arms around the little girl.

The little man lay in his mother’s arms and hummed a lullaby.

I don’t know if I’m coaxing myself or my mother.

Heaven and earth are innocent.

The only smeared red.

The villain is not cold at all.