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Guan Meng replied without hesitation:

"Daddy, I want to be a saint."

Guan Ming said anxiously: "But the saint can't marry, and the road is very bitter. The saint not only has to practice magic, but also is responsible for the belief in the devil. It is the symbol of my demon sect and the messenger of the great demon god. You have to behave in the world and understand the doctrine...Meng'er, this is too hard."

Guan Meng shook his head and said: "I understand my father's worries, but not only in terms of faithfulness, I am the most suitable saint in the clan, and in terms of magic, I am also the strongest of the women of this generation. So. Dad, if I give up, the person who is a saint is not the most suitable person."

"Hey, dad just loves you, after all, you are still so young, so you have to suffer a lot..."

"I know, but, Dad, I am willing."

Guan Meng's immature face was full of seriousness.

Guan Ming looked at his daughter and sighed in his heart. In fact, it is not only that Meng has such a temperament, but also why he himself? Or rather, their family, whether it's him, his wife, or their three children, are all people with such a temperament.

His family was impoverished back then, if it hadn't been for the people of the Demon Sect to help him, and taught him martial arts, which changed his fate, he might have starved to death in the war with his parents.

At that time, he swore an oath before the demon god's altar, receiving the great grace of the demon sect, and determined to fight to the death for the demon sect.

Death, how terrible.

Through the ages, the only death is difficult.

However, if only a few people are sacrificed, the majority can be protected. Then, in the absence of elections, the truly determined people will stand up and become the minority to carry the destiny of others.

Demon Sect is like this, so are the practitioners of magic power.

Back then, with a pious belief, Guan Meng firmly chose this path and became the demon saint. To this day, she still hasn't regretted it, even though she has paid a lot for it, and she will not even live for a long time, she is also willing.

But……

Just three years after she officially became a saint.

Eighteen years old this year.

She really encountered a major crisis in her life.

It was not because of the backlash of magic power, nor was it because of a decent attack, but because of an order issued by the Great Demon God.

Guan Meng received her internal strength, supported the armrest of the chair with her hand, and slowly stood up, her face turned blue, her hands and feet were cold, and she was not in good condition at first glance.

Mo Xia glanced at her curiously.

Guan Meng rested for a while, his body gradually warmed up, then got up, took out the long knife he carried, and went to the yard.

Facing the afternoon sun, Guan Meng started her daily knife practice.

In fact, whether it is magic skills or sword techniques, they are the secrets of the demon sect, and logically speaking, they should not be practiced in front of outsiders.

However, didn't Huang Si say that Moxia is not a human race.

It's really not like the human race...neither eating nor sleeping, but always quietly, only talking to Huang Si, and ignoring others. In this way, it is probably a very special existence, maybe it was what Huang Si said, the demon?

The sword moves continuously in the air, Guan Meng practised hard, as if he wanted to cut off his distracting thoughts.

After practicing the sword, Guan Meng finally regained the motivation to live.

She stood quietly in the yard, looking at the shining sky, burning clouds, sunset, and the weather. The whole world seemed to make her feel the beauty and tranquility of the world.

Just when Guan Meng wanted to chant a poem, but couldn't chant it because he hadn't received much noble education since he was a child.

The door was knocked suddenly.

With one sound, another sound, the door knocker banged loudly.

Guan Meng was a little hesitant, wondering whether to open the door.

Huang Siruo was back, and as long as he called, whether it was Moxia or her, he would naturally go over and lower the latch to let him in. So it must be a stranger at the door.

Just when Guan Meng hesitated, Mo Xia walked out of the house, came to the door, and opened the door.

Outside the door, standing four people and two horses.

They were two adults, wearing fur clothes common in the north, and wearing hats that covered their ears, and in front of them stood two children, a man and a woman.

One of the adults didn't seem to know how to speak, and opened his mouth, and asked uneasily: "Excuse me, is this the host's house...?"

The ink was clear, and asked: "The dependents?...Oh no, you are here to find Huang Si, right."

He didn't know whether Huang Si had restored the memories of these people, and he didn't know whether they knew their identities.

The man hurriedly said: "I don't know what the owner's name is, but he did let us come here to find him. There should be nothing wrong, right?"

Moxia nodded: "Yes, please come in."

The two led the two children into the yard.

After Mo Xia brought them into the house, he completely ignored them and didn't say anything to entertain.

To be honest, dealing with these few times has already made Mo Xia very uncomfortable.

Finally, despite the dream, he took them to the house to sit down, brought them tea, and helped tie the horse in the yard.

At this time, Guan Meng noticed that the two adults were both wounded, but they didn't seem to have any good medicine. They just bandaged them in a hurry, and the blood had seeped out through the bandaged cloth, a bright red.

Guan Meng asked them to wait for a while, then went to his own residence next door, took the demon sect's good wound medicine, and then personally helped them to change it.

Those two people were grateful.

As for the two children, they don't seem to be ten years old, but fortunately they seem to be quite sensible, not noisy, just sitting quietly. Although the child was not injured, he was splattered with blood and looked tired.

Guan Meng couldn't see it, so he brought a towel to wipe them for a long time.

When it was six o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Si finally came back.

There was also a man beside him, who was tall, about thirty years old, wearing armor and carrying a bow and arrow.

Huang Si lowered to Mo, "This is Lu Cuo."

He had mentioned Lu Cuo to Mo Xia~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Mo Xia nodded.

Lu Cuo found a place in the house by himself and sat down.

Guan Meng also heard the conversation between them, thinking, right? Maybe he had to change his name...Because he worshiped Demon Lu, he also made a bow and arrow on his back.

People nowadays really don't know how to avoid taboos.

Huang Si then looked at the four people who had just arrived in the house, and then asked: "Why are all injured?"

The two adults knelt on the ground immediately, and said: "I have seen the master, I am fortunate to live."

Huang Si ordered: "You remove the bandage yourself, the wound is exposed, show me."

Guan Meng was furious after hearing this: "What are you doing? Kill them? Even if they are your subordinates, you can't kill people like this. They were seriously injured, and I just got good medicine..."

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