Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The wound on Wan Chuyao's wrist stopped bleeding and she stood up with a pale face. She was also a demon and knew the malice towards demons in this world.

I felt somewhat touched by the story of the Peach Blossom Demon, but I did not feel the slightest pity or sympathy. I only felt very happy.

If it weren't for his obsession, she and her parents would still be living happily in a peaceful little mountain village.

It was he who possessed the body of the village chief and revealed his father's identity as a demon.

Those villagers who used to be so kind to her and called out to her with a smile suddenly changed their expressions and looked at her family with malice in their eyes.

They tied my father and mother to the firewood, and kept shouting that they were going to burn the whole family to death.

She hid not far away and watched, seeing her father shaking his head at her, signaling her not to come out.

The little Wan Chuyao felt very uncomfortable with the villagers' curses in his ears.

Although Dad did nothing, he often treated his fellow villagers for free and taught the children in the village to read and write.

Little Wan Chuyao really wanted to run out and tell others that her father was not a bad person.

Wan Chuyao was still discovered by the village chief. Even though she tried hard to escape, the villagers still caught her and took her to the square, intending to burn her and her father to death.

"Let my daughter go."

Dad laughed sadly a few times, broke free from the ropes on his body, and looked around: "Since I came here seven years ago, have I ever owed you anything? No matter whether there was something big or small, I always did my best to help you."

The villagers felt hot on their faces and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

A child ran out and said, "Grandpa village chief, Teacher Wan is very good." The child was immediately hugged by his family and looked at the Wan family with vigilance.

The others seemed to remember their father's kindness and began to plead for mercy. The village chief immediately said, "Don't believe this evildoer. He is bewitching people. If we let him go today, we will be the ones to die tomorrow."

Finally, Daddy helped her fight her way out of a bloody situation and put her at the entrance of the village. He gently touched her head and said, "Run hard and don't look back. Daddy still has to find your mother."

Wan Chuyao didn't know how she got through that day. She ran forward tirelessly, her feet covered in blood, and behind her were those familiar people holding torches, searching for her everywhere.

She fell to the ground, and those faces that were more hideous than those of monsters slowly approached her. She was so scared that she was trembling all over, shaking her head and backing away continuously.

Her hand was suddenly grabbed by someone, and she held on to it tightly as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

As if she felt the warmth was leaving, she held it tighter.

"Don't run."

She shouted and pounced forward.

Wan Chuyao opened his eyes.

He looked around blankly, lowered his head, and found that he was clinging to Chang Qing tightly.

A blush appeared on her face and she let go of his hand in embarrassment.

Chang Qing calmly tidied her clothes. This little black cat was too restless when sleeping. It pulled at her like an octopus and it hurt.

Since that day, Wan Chuyao's consciousness was damaged and she fell into a coma. When Chang Qing came in to feed her medicine, she grabbed him and refused to let go, even spilling the medicine.

After knowing that he had not done anything out of line, Wan Chuyao whispered "I'm sorry."

"Wait a minute, I will bring you another bowl of medicine."

Luo Jiangbei was practicing sword in the yard. When he saw her come out, he poured another bowl of medicine and put away his sword with smooth movements.

"This is?"

"She woke up and the medicine was spilled."

"Oh."

Luo Jiangbei followed Chang Qing into the room, sat directly at the head of the bed, and stretched out his hand to feel Wan Chuyao's pulse.

"Just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

Wan Chuyao was a little flattered and looked at Luo Jiangbei without blinking.

Such a gentle tone could actually come from Luo Jiangbei, who always had a sullen face, as if someone owed him a large sum of money. It was no less than the sun rising from the west.

Feeling a little uncomfortable with Wan Chuyao's gaze, Luo Jiangbei stood up and put on a sour face: "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll take you in."

Wan Chuyao: “…”

Sure enough, gentleness is just an illusion.

But she was not as afraid of Luo Jiangbei as before. She hid behind Chang Qing and took the medicine handed to her by Chang Qing.

After taking a sip of the medicine, his little face wrinkled in bitterness.

She pulled Chang Qing's monk robe and said coquettishly, "Mo Lian, this medicine is so bitter, can I not drink it?"

Luo Jiangbei's face darkened as he watched, and he resisted the urge to beat the cat demon to death.

After all, they had experienced life and death together, and she was willing to exchange her own life for theirs at the critical moment of life and death. I have always been clear about gratitude and grudges, and I cannot kill them.

Luo Jiangbei told himself this in his heart.

But when he saw Wan Chuyao clinging to Chang Qing, he felt very unhappy. He thought it was bitter, right? He would go buy some more Coptis chinensis tomorrow to make this cat suffer.

The next day, Wan Chuyao cried so hard that tears came out.

Just when he was about to go to Chang Qing to complain and look at Chang Qing's beautiful face to comfort him, he was grabbed by Luo Jiangbei.

"Don't disturb Mo Lian's practice."

"I'm going to play with Mo Lian. Let me go, or I'll tell Mo Lian that you bullied me."

When Chang Qing came out of the room, he saw Luo Jiangbei blocking the door with a sword in his hand. The sword was not unsheathed, but he was blocking the door tightly, and Wan Chuyao was glaring at him angrily.

"What are you two doing?"

At Wan Chuyao's strong request, Chang Qing finally changed his words and stopped calling her Xiao Hei.

Luo Jiangbei immediately retracted his sword, without even looking at Wan Chuyao, and walked in front of Chang Qing.

"I didn't let her bother you, and I threatened her that if she didn't obey, I would lock her in the Demon Locking Bottle and beat her. I also described to her how terrifying the Demon Locking Bottle was."

Luo Jiangbei always answered every question Chang Qing asked, and he spoke with confidence, as if it was as it should be.

Wan Chuyao crossed his arms and snorted.

"Mo Lian is reluctant to lock me in the demon-locking bottle."

Chang Qing was speechless. How could these two people become so childish after getting to know each other?

"Stop arguing. The zombies in Chenjia Village have been dealt with. There are also zombies in other villages around. Do you two want to go together or stay here?"

The tone was apparently gentle, but the two of them could sense impatience.

"With you." Wan Chuyao replied immediately.

Although Luo Jiangbei didn't say anything, he walked straight outside and his attitude was very obvious.

The three of them were busy all day and performed several rituals to pray for the souls of the dead, completely solving the problems in other villages.

Chang Qing's arms trembled slightly, and she took out a communication talisman, which was sent by Zen Buddhism, asking her where she was at the moment.

Chang Qing transmitted his location. About half an hour later, he heard a fluctuation of spiritual energy and a monk with a jade-like face walked out of the teleportation array.

"Senior brother, why are you here?"

"Come to see you." Ming Shi said this, but his eyes fell on Wan Chuyao who was standing beside him.

Is this Mo Lian’s calamity?

He subconsciously frowned slightly in displeasure. Mo Lian was a Zen Buddhist disciple and was destined to become a true Buddha. He would never allow anyone to destroy him.