You know the warmth and coldness of the world, but who will say that the world is peaceful? Looking at the scattered things in the world, the court is cold.

Qi Lu is now considered a person in the court, but at this moment, he can only watch the displaced people slip into the dark abyss.

Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, and a good harvest will come next year. However, in Qiguo, where heavy snow has arrived, I don’t know how many frozen bones will appear again.

Qi Lu is not the savior, and he has never raised himself to such a height. What he does is nothing more than to follow his original intention and allow the people of the world to live better.

Now he has taken the first step. The main purpose of the establishment of the Demon Suppression Division is to kill demons, eliminate demons, and suppress all the evil cultivators. But while doing this, he could imagine that when the Demon Suppression Division's intelligence network was spread all over the place of Qiguo, forming a big network of Mitian, the department could not do too much.

At that time, it is an excellent time to get the people to look up again.

Before success, no one could stop him from doing this. Even if he is arrogant and has become a holy place in the hearts of many literati, it will not work.

In fact, what he opposed was not the academy, but the group of people in power represented by the academy.

At this time, the sufferings of the people have reached a time when they have to change, but there are always a group of people eating human blood buns.

Not afraid of choking to death!

The world of cultivation is the world, and the court is also the world. And being in this alternative world, you will be murderous every step of the way. Once you make mistakes, you will lose everything.

At that time, those enemies will be like maggots in the tarsal bones, lying on your body, drinking your blood, and eating your flesh, and you will not be able to shake it off!

The prosperous scenery in the capital and the tragic scenes in other places, the gap after personal experience made Qi Lu feel particularly ironic.

The dead soul did not turn into a ghost, transformed from its body, floating on the body that was gradually cold, looking around in a daze. After finding that he was dead, he felt the world that was no longer cold and showed an ecstatic smile.

I have no obsession and no desire to take a look at this world. Under the guidance of the underworld, it turns into nothingness and dissipates between heaven and earth.

"They are laughing."

Qi Lu's voice was low and he said this without any thoughts, which made Long Aotian stunned for a moment. He sat in front of Ali and nodded: "I saw it."

"kindness."

He did not make a long statement, but even if Long Aotian did not look back, he could feel his breath becoming cold, just like the temperature around him, enough to freeze people.

"Save my mother...Save my mother..."

A lean and thin little boy shrank in the corner of the wall, without two taels of meat on his body, but his head was extremely large and almost unconscious. He still hugged his mother with his short and thin arms. The insignificant heat on his body could no longer melt away his already stiff body.

"Save...Mom..."

The little boy's eyes gradually became blurred, and the cold wind blew and blew the snow foam on him. He couldn't hold on anymore, he could no longer hold on... Mom...

After getting off Ali's back, he stepped on the snow and made a 'cry' sound.

Qi Lu walked to the little boy, unbuttoned the buckle, and covered the little boy's body.

"Brother...Brother...Save...Mom..."

"I can't save you anymore, your mother is dead."

He disdains to lie and does not want to use warm words to cover up the fact that the other party's mother died.

The boy's eyes that were already hazy and could not see clearly opened wide in an instant. The clear but desperate eyes made Qi Lu unable to withstand it. He turned his face slightly and avoided the other party's gaze.

"I'll take you away."

He reached out to hug the other person's body, but when he raised it, he did not hug him. The boy's body was fragile and could not help but move violently. Even if his palms were slightly pressed, he was afraid of breaking his bones.

What's more, Qi Lu clearly saw that the other party's skin was already attached to his mother. If he forced him to pick it up, his flesh would inevitably leave.

Qi Lu turned his head, looked at Long Aotian who had already arrived beside him, and said, "Borrow a fire."

A familiar sentence seemed to be back outside the cave. Qi Lu said the same thing at that time, but after just a few days, when he said these three words, he felt a bit different.

Long Aotian didn't say much, nor did he feel insulted. He squatted down and a spirit flame emerged from his palm, controlling the temperature within a range that the other party could accept, as if he was treating an exquisite work of art, slowly roasting the frozen skin.

Qi Lu held the boy with one palm, and pressed the other hand against his blackened skin, gently transporting spiritual power to his body.

Maybe it was too tired, the little boy's eyes slowly closed and he breathed evenly. However, cold tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

yes,

Mom is dead,

Don't die, okay...

It was unknown how long it took for the two to slowly separate their bodies. Qi Lu looked at the female ghost floating in the air, looking down at them, the little boy's mother, knelt down at them, and a trace of undetectable merit power floated into his body.

However, Qi Lu had no intention of caring about such trivial matters. He picked up the sleeping little boy, nodded in the air and said, "I will accept him as a disciple."

The female ghost smiled relievedly, nodded gratefully, and then dissipated between the world.

...

In the dilapidated inn, the little boy had a high fever at night, and kept shouting "Mother" in his mouth. His soul was almost tossed away from his body several times, but he was photographed by Qi Lu, who had been waiting beside him.

Life is not over, and as long as the soul has not completely left the body, Qi Lu has some ways to treat it.

Under the conditioning of spiritual power, it was not until the second half of the night that the little boy's fever subsided, and the dark skin on his body had slowed down and turned into bruises.

But the sound of the dream never stopped. I don’t know if I had a dream, but in the dream, I could see his mother again.

Long Aotian sat on the chair to adjust his breath. After some busyness, he looked at Qi Lu who was getting up, and his increasingly pale face couldn't help but sigh, "I can't save you."

‘I can’t save it’ is not referring to this little boy, but to this world.

There are countless refugees and people who cannot be saved.

Qi Lu was silent for a moment when he heard this, then raised his head, looked at Long Aotian, and smiled seriously: "I want to try...

Just think that I am the Virgin.”

"Holy Mother's Bitch..." Long Aotian muttered, "You are always saying strange words that you don't understand..."
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