"Who the hell are you!"
The dragon girl roared. She now fully believed that the person in front of her was definitely not her sister.
Her sister is dead.
Where did this person come from, and he actually knew what they were doing?
"Want to be a sensible person?"
Shen Ping'an was sitting lazily not far from Dragon Girl. Her whole body was sunk into the animal skin, with her legs crossed and her eyelids half raised, very similar to Dragon Girl's previous posture.
The dragon girl gritted her teeth.
Shen Ping'an had no intention of listening to Long Nu's answer. She just spoke in a very slow voice.
Make sure the Dragon Lady hears every word she says.
"A god like you is not worthy of being a god."
"We are naturally the ones who do what is right for heaven."
"Ms. Dragon Girl, today it's you, and tomorrow you will be the Dragon King of the Four Seas, the God of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning, and the immortals who eat nothing but corpses. We will not let any of them go."
The dragon girl struggled wildly, wanting to rush forward and teach Shen Ping'an a lesson, but she was easily pushed to the ground by Mrs. Xu, removed her chin, and forcibly opened her mouth.
"Okay, let's do it."
Mrs. Xu said.
Ji Xingyi poured the bowl of water mixed with poison into Long Nu's mouth. After a moment, black blood slowly flowed out from Dragon Nu's seven orifices. Dragon Nu's eyes were so wide that her chest no longer heaved. .
The once arrogant and domineering Dragon Girl now died at the hands of the mortal she despised in the past.
Luan He couldn't help but shiver when he saw the scene in front of him.
That's the Dragon Girl!
The way he looked at Mrs. Xu was like looking at a devil.
"Let's go."
Shen Pingan stood up, gathered his clothes, and greeted.
Mrs. Xu pulled the rope around her wrist and quickly followed.
The other end of the rope was tied around Luan He's neck. Seeing Mrs. Xu move, Luan He hurriedly got up and followed. If he walked slower, the rope would become tighter and tighter.
There is always a huge stone hanging on his heart.
Half a year ago, because he said he knew the whereabouts of Xu Yang's soul, Mrs. Xu spared his life, but she picked on his tendons, broke his legs, and made him follow Mrs. Xu like an animal.
Luan He felt resentful, but he had to bow his head under the roof.
He had been able to tolerate Long Nu for decades, but now he could only tolerate it any longer.
It's just that he can't rest assured.
In the past six months, Mrs. Xu has never mentioned a word about Xu Yang. Luan He was afraid that Mrs. Xu would suddenly give it to him one day.
Now that he saw Mrs. Xu unceremoniously taking Long Nu's life, he was even more afraid.
There are not many gods like Dragon Girl. In other words, the gods in Sanqing Realm are all like Dragon Girl now.
Even those who performed their duties conscientiously were ostracized and isolated. In the end, they would either join in with them or die miserably. In short, they would not stay in the Sanqing world.
Mrs. Xu replaced Long Nu, but it is difficult to use the same method elsewhere.
They soon arrived at Chu State.
The Kingdom of Chu was another country under the rule of the Dragon King. On the surface, the weather seemed to be going smoothly and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, but it was actually a quiet and peaceful scene.
Shen Ping'an gathered her cloak. The strong wind in Chu country made her clothes rustle.
"I also met Chu merchants at Liuyang Pass. Chu is now the largest country in this circle. The king of Chu is also working hard to govern. He is a rare wise king."
Mrs. Xu had some knowledge of the surrounding countries, and was now introducing the customs and customs of Chu to Shen Pingan.
Shen Ping'an nodded and understood.
"Compared with him and my sister Ping An, who is more powerful?"
Ji Xing blinked and looked at Mrs. Xu.
Mrs. Xu smiled and said, "Of course the immortal is even more powerful."
"The Immortal is compassionate and has the world in mind. He is a saint."
Shen Ping'an appreciated Mrs. Xu's compliment, but she came to Chu State not to be the king of Chu State.
She felt a familiar scent.
The aura that belongs to the Master.
Once we entered the city, the atmosphere became even stronger.
It even made Shen Ping'an feel like he was in the master's arms and being gently comforted by the master.
The capital of Chu State is very prosperous, and people on the street have cheerful smiles on their faces. It can be seen that the people here are living a very happy life.
Mrs. Xu didn't know why Shen Pingan came to Chu State, but she chose to believe in Shen Pingan.
Since the immortal is here, there must be a reason for the immortal.
Not long after they entered the city, they heard a loud sound of suona. Shen Pingan followed the sound and saw a funeral procession slowly appearing at the end of the alley.
Everyone wore sackcloth and mourning, with dull faces and empty eyes as they walked forward holding the coffin.
According to common sense, when encountering such a scene, passers-by would feel unlucky and would stay away. However, people on the street were very unusual and came together one after another, as if they had encountered something good.
Something strange.
Shen Pingan remained calm and listened to the comments of passers-by.
"To die at the age of thirty-five is such a joyful mourning!"
"If only I could live to be thirty-five!"
"What are you dreaming about?"
"Why do you call it a dream? I'm so happy, maybe I can live to be thirty-five!"
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Hearing the comments from passers-by, Shen Ping'an carefully looked at the passers-by on the street and the team wearing mourning and mourning, and was suddenly a little stunned.
There were children, young girls, and young people in their twenties among the people wearing linen and mourning, but there were no middle-aged or elderly people.
There was no middle-aged person among the passers-by on the street.
Can death at the age of thirty-five be considered a joyful mourning?
At this age, no matter where you are, it can be regarded as an untimely death!
Mrs. Xu was also a little stunned. How could these people say this?
"Girl, you just said that dying at the age of thirty-five can be considered a happy mourning?"
She grabbed the girl closest to her, the one who just said she was happy and mourning, and asked with some uncertainty.
Could it be that she heard it wrong and actually died at the age of one hundred and thirty-five?
If you are one hundred and thirty-five years old, that is really a long life.
"Of course! This is the oldest grandma in our city. She has lived for thirty-five years!"
The girl didn't notice the surprise in Mrs. Xu's tone, she just puffed up her chest and said proudly.
longevity?
Shen Ping'an moved his fingertips. No matter where he was, these two words had nothing to do with thirty-five years old!
"Are there no other people in the city who live to be thirty-five?"
Shen Pingan asked calmly.
The girl tilted her head, "No, I am sixteen years old now. It would be great if I could live to be thirty-five!"
The girl's expression didn't seem to be fake, and Shen Ping'an even checked the girl's bone age.
This girl is indeed sixteen years old.
The human race does have a short-lived history, but at that time, the gods were fighting, and the human race was dying one after another. All races are prone to death.
Since the human race entered the agricultural civilization, without external interference, except for natural and man-made disasters, the life span of the human race has been greatly extended.
