Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

Gu Changqing moved on.

For the little beggars to go or stay, there is no reluctance.

There is a small stream between the remote mountain forest trails, which runs through the whole village.

This is the only way out of the village.

The two walked along the stream all the way.

"Let's stop here today. It's so peaceful here. Lying on the top of the mountain and feeling the summer evening breeze, it's beautiful to think about."

"Oh, I can't reach that flower, can you pick it for me?

"Why are you so quiet all the time? Where is your home, where did you come from, and where are you going?"

"Do you want to keep going?"

"You are really strange, as if you have a lot of secrets."

The picture of the bronze ancient mirror is constantly flickering, and the crunchy voice of the little beggar is also constantly resounding.

Like a summer cicada, chattering endlessly.

She is a very cute and innocent woman, she is very enthusiastic about everything, when she is angry, she will stick out her tongue at Gu Changqing, but she is stubborn and can't drive away.

She seems to be in a stalemate with Gu Changqing, and she must understand everything about Gu Changqing.

It's just that Gu Changqing rarely communicates with her.

The wedding was the only one.

After that, she ignored her and just moved forward silently.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

At this moment, Qun Xiu felt a bit of emotion in his heart.

"Actually, I quite hope that this little beggar will stay with the Heavenly Emperor. 39

"Heavenly Emperor has been suffering too much in this life, and now he has gone to a different era, alone, and the road ahead is slim.

"He is too lonely, and the burden on his shoulders is too heavy. With such a little beggar accompanying him, although it is a bit noisy, it is very warm.

Such emotions rose in the hearts of many people.

The little beggar's temperament is very good and strange, so many people are not disgusted.

She is really hilarious.

There is neither submissiveness nor boldness towards Gu Changqing.

Although she was dressed as a beggar, she did not see inferiority in her, but was full of enthusiasm for everything.

Just like the elf from the mountains, pure and innocent.

Even if he followed Gu Changqing on an unknown road, he never gave up. Instead, he was full of smiles along the way. Everywhere he went, he felt the scenery, as if he were traveling.

This kind of person, this kind of mentality, almost infected everyone.

The cultivator's heart is exhausted in the final analysis, but in this little beggar, he felt that kind of fiery warmth, and he felt more healed.

"They've been together for so long, so they can be considered friends." ""

"What's your name?"

"Can I exchange with you? I can tell you that I have a lot of backgrounds, and today's beggar dress is just to hide my identity."

The little beggar was helpless to Gu Changqing.

She would rather exchange her secrets with this man to satisfy her curiosity about Gu Changqing.

"oops!

An exclamation sounded.

It turned out that Gu Changqing did not know when to stop. The little beggar was just talking and bumped into Gu Changqing.

She was knocked down by accident, as if she had hit an immovable wall.

The little beggar covered his raised buttocks, as if he was about to burst into tears, his eyes filled with resentment: "What are you doing!!

But she never got a response from Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing just stood there, petrified, staring at the river without blinking.

The little beggar followed Gu Changqing's gaze, and the whole person was stunned.

Her eyes were filled with shock.

The river in front of me was no longer clear, it was full of turbidity, and the color of the river water turned red.

It's not water, it's blood, a river of blood!

"Go back, we have to go back.""

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and walked back. She seemed to have been hit hard, and her footsteps were hurried.

"Since there are already guesses, why do you have to pursue it? The result will not be as you wish."

Gu Changqing finally spoke up, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

The little beggar turned around and stared at him with a very stubborn, stubborn look.

In those clear eyes, the light flickered, she gritted her teeth, pursed the corners of her mouth, and stared at Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing finally went back.

As he said, the result will not be what the little beggar wanted.

This small river flows from that mountain village, and the blood in the river comes from the village.

They had walked for some time, but the blood in the river was extremely scarlet, showing how many people died.

But the results were more brutal than expected.

The two returned to the small village.

The originally quiet village became even quieter. To be precise, it was dead silence. The village was filled with twilight energy, as if there was no trace of vitality.

On the path between the mountains and forests, skeletons lay across.

Many were rotting, and the air reeked of blood and a strong stench.

Many people died in the creek that ran through the whole village.

The broken arms and stumps lay on the ground, and even the soil turned bloody.

Gu Changqing did not speak from the beginning to the end, his expression was very calm, but his eyes were full of sadness.

He is used to seeing too many life and death in the world, and that heart will not fluctuate for a long time.

But now, I can't help but feel sad.

In the long history, the massacres related to the human race are extremely bloody.

Just because the human race is weak, in the eyes of the monks, they are like ants.

Not to mention, Tu Cun was the eternal pain in his heart.

The little beggar was trembling all over, seeing (Zhao Hao) that she was very angry, but she was speechless.

Just walking in the village.

She came to the family that just got married and ushered in the greatest blessing in life.

There were two old people lying at the entrance of the courtyard, their deaths were very tragic.

The red lanterns at the door have not been removed. The two old people have just married and had children for their children, and their lives have suffered such changes.

The wind whimpered, and the simple red lantern swayed on the door beam.

In the courtyard, another lantern was broken and fell into the blood, stained with blood.

door of the cottage.

The newly married man had a knife in his chest and his eyes were wide open.

In an open door.

The simple woman who enthusiastically wanted to drag the little beggar to stay and wash up for her two days ago.

His clothes were tattered and his face was bruised.

Holding the dress, hiding helplessly in the corner...