He is called the Demonic Purple Bat, and he is not a blood cultivator of the Blood Soul Ridge lineage. However, he made countless military exploits for the Blood Soul Clan in their northern and southern campaigns, so he was regarded by the Three Blood Soul Elders as being equal to or even better than the Blood Soul cultivators. There were not many monks like him in the old Blood Ridge with superior treatment, but there were also quite a few. However, there were not many who could fight like him for decades without dying, and accumulate more merits.
Think about it and you will know that under the same circumstances, no matter how fair and strict the three blood elders are, they will probably hand over relatively dangerous tasks to foreign monks and let their own monks do some relatively safe tasks, so for many years For a monk with a foreign surname who has been standing firm in Blood Soul Ridge for decades, unless you are doing non-dangerous internal affairs work, you must have some amazing methods. Otherwise, how can you survive to this day?
“Okay, Purple Bat. A ruthless person may not be a true hero, and a pity for a child is not a husband. What’s more, as the high priest of Blood Ridge, family matters are business affairs, and it is normal to deal with them a little. You don’t want to complain so much.” Before the one-eyed old man on crutches could say anything, the gentle-looking old woman next to him had already begun to excuse Zhu Peng. She looked at Zhu Peng and several girls in the distance with gentle eyes, as if It was a very touching admiration: “What a wonderful age. Good children like them will definitely give birth to countless good children for Blood Soul Ridge.”
They were nice and gentle words, but to this kind and gentle old lady, there was an inexplicable ghostly terror in them. Even the ugly and ferocious demon purple bat stopped talking and looked at him frowning slightly. But he retreated, obviously very jealous or even afraid of the kind and gentle old woman next to him.
“That stupid boy really doesn’t know if he was kicked in the head by a donkey or caught in the crack of the door. After reading your information, he still chose you to cooperate. Is he too confident or is he just an idiot? I think it’s mostly the latter.”
While muttering lowly to himself, Yao Zijing glanced at the bundle in the arms of the gentle old woman. It was a cloth commonly used to wrap babies decades ago. It absorbs water and sweat, so wrapping a baby can make the baby sleep very well. Comfortable.
However, no matter how good the cloth is, it cannot be wrapped in layers to be airtight. The cloth in the arms of the gentle old woman is almost wrapped into airtight pupae. The stran
