SFS Chapter 840 It’s hard to save the gods
Chapter 840 It’s hard to save the gods
Chapter 840: Even the Gods Can't Save
Zhang Mo was cursed, but she still failed to stop the human and animal plan. The "God Worship Cult" appeared in Fuyao. Although it was not very popular, it never stopped expanding. The "God" here refers to the beasts in the prehistoric world. In the past hundred years, some people have been educated and believe in the governance of the doctrine, and even actively promote the worship of the prehistoric world. Zhang Mo killed people and animals without mercy, knowing her despicable nature, and it is difficult to be considered a "human race". But these bewitched believers were just innocent people, how could she do that?
Tens of years have passed, but the matter has not been solved. I don't know what to do. Instead, I gradually attracted a bad name and was called a "devil". In the eyes of those who didn't know, Zhang Mo's behavior was no different from that of a devil. Although the worship of gods had a lot of evil intentions, they hid it very well. In order to promote their doctrines, they even treated people kindly, so that everyone praised them.
There are also cunning people in the prehistoric world. They actually want to use this method to disguise themselves as gods to save the world and bless the human race when the prehistoric world comes in the future. Unconsciously, it caused internal conflicts among people. At that time, there were no cultivators to resist the enemy, so how could they resist?
Li Changxiao couldn't help but worry about this. After thinking it over, he said, "It's hard to kill the doctrine with violence." Zhang Mo said, "What should we do?" Li Changxiao said, "If I can't beat them when the great chaos comes, and the people above can't beat them either, then the human race will still be in danger, whether there is the God Worshiping Cult or not." Zhang Mo said, "That being said, the God Worshiping Cult is so rampant and is poisoning the people of our world. How can we just sit back and watch."
Li Chang smiled and said, "I won't sit idly by. How about this, I'll take care of this matter for you, and you just focus on studying martial arts." Zhang Mo said, "You lazy guy, you will sleep so well and won't even know what's going on." Li Chang smiled and said, "If I can't take care of it, I will... find someone to help." He pointed upwards.
Zhang Mo thought of "Li Xundao". This god was very mysterious. It would be hard to find him without some tricks. Zhang Mo was always afraid of cultivators above the fusion level, except for Li Changxiao. So she never thought of looking for the big town.
The two talked about this until the night was deep and quiet. Zhang Mo had long missed freedom, so she stretched her arms and legs and felt relaxed. After dinner, she went back to her room to rest, lying in the warm water and soaking. Her clothes had been worn for several months, and were wrinkled due to the squeeze and friction of the ropes, but fortunately, the material was very expensive and would not be easily damaged.
Zhang Mo thought about it, washed her clothes and hung them on the bedside. The next day, the sun shone into the guest room. Her dress, underwear, shoes and socks were all hung out to dry. She combed her long hair, put on her hairpin, and put on her clothes. She stood in the room like a martial arts master. Zhang Mo had experienced many ups and downs and was rich in experience. Her aura was already intimidating without anger. In addition, she had a heroic look between her eyebrows, unlike the delicate and delicate appearance of ordinary women. But her face was very pretty. She was very eye-catching when walking on the street.
Zhang Mo was very careful about her hairpins, so today she strung three silver hairpins with pearl pendants on the ends, and wore a colorful long skirt with a pair of black boots underneath. She pushed the door open and called the waiter, and the customers who came and went saw her movements and all looked at her.
Zhang Mo found it funny, thinking that many people in the world were her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, and they still looked at her like that. At her age, even among warriors, she was considered an "old witch". Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh at herself. Seeing that Li Changxiao's door was closed, she spat. That drunkard, smelly swordsman, must still be sleeping soundly.
Little did people know that Zhang Mo's demeanor at this moment, rather than that of a martial arts master who was several hundred years old, was more like an ordinary woman who was no more than thirty years old, in the prime of life, but shy and delicate. How could anyone not stop and pass by her?
Zhang Mo woke Li Changxiao up, and the two went downstairs to have breakfast. Each place has its own customs. Most breakfast here is a kind of glutinous rice dumpling, which is salty and fragrant. It is a palm-sized dumpling. If you eat it with water, you won't feel hungry until the afternoon. It is also cheap, which is very practical.
When Li Changxiao paid the bill, he took a half step back. Zhang Mo, who was full of charm, gave him a helpless look, and reluctantly took out his money bag and paid the price. Seeing that the stall owner was very old and worked very hard to make a living, she secretly gave him a few more coins.
They were both tall, and attracted a lot of attention when they walked on the street. Li Changxiao took a bite of the glutinous dumpling and found that it was very sticky. He couldn't bite it off and couldn't swallow it for a while. He laughed in his heart and found it very interesting. He only remembered that the dumpling was unpalatable, but he had completely forgotten what it tasted like.
Zhang Mo was in the same predicament. She was trying to be reserved and took small bites of the dumpling, but after several attempts, she could not help but see that the dumpling was tangled in her mouth. At this point, she felt she was in a dilemma. She thought that if she spit it out, it would be too rude and she would never want Li Changxiao to see it. It would also be a waste of food. She could only pretend that nothing had happened and bite it into her mouth one bite at a time.
In the end, the glutinous rice dumpling was all in her mouth, and her cheeks were puffed up. Zhang Mo glanced around and saw Li Changxiao beating his chest and stamping his feet as he tried to swallow it. She couldn't help but laugh, but she couldn't laugh. She thought that Li Changxiao was a dissolute person, and no one would find it strange no matter what he did. It was not even considered outrageous. But she was different. As a woman, there were always more rules for her manners than men. If she was asked to beat her chest and stamp her feet just to swallow a dumpling, she would never be willing to do so. Even if there was no one on the street, she would not be able to get over it.
But there was no good solution, so they had to cover half of their faces with their sleeves and try to swallow the food while walking. Zhang Mo and Li Changxiao really suffered a great loss due to their lack of experience.
This kind of sticky dumpling is called "a breath-taking pastry" in the local area. The only way to eat it is to swallow it in one breath. Do not chew it. Once you chew it and it gets all over your mouth, you will not be able to swallow it. If it gets stuck in your throat or blocks your airway, it will be "beyond the power of gods". Only locals love this kind of dumpling. If outsiders want to try it, the seller will remind them and even watch them from the side.
But the two came and went so quickly that the seller came to his senses and they had already gone far away. There was no time to remind him. Although Li Changxiao's action was not elegant, he finally managed to swallow it. He thought: "The people in this place must have a strong fighting spirit, otherwise it would be so hard to swallow a dumpling, not just breakfast. It is indeed a good delicacy." Then he slowly savored the salty and fragrant dumpling.
Zhang Mo's struggle was not over yet. She secretly complained in her heart. In fact, she was just sulking. She didn't believe that she couldn't even do anything to a dumpling without any cultivation or martial arts.