In the evening, when he heard that the villagers wanted to sacrifice the blood of a demon mixed-race child, he felt a chill in his heart. Humans fear demons, and even hate mixed blood with demon blood. Demon race hybrids have no status in the Central Plains. In the world of laity, they will be driven and enslaved, and in the world of immortals, they will be used as furnaces or medicine men.

But birth can't be chosen, why is it a child? Not to mention that the free union of humans and demons is not a sin at all, even if one or both parties are guilty, it should not be borne by children.

Gu Qingqiao was in a rage, his feet swept away, and he reached the street in a moment, but suddenly stopped. A figure leaned against the wall at the intersection. Gu Qingqiao became alert and looked up at the man. The visitor was dressed in black clothes, and the thin clothes wrapped his strong body. One leg was straight, and the other leg was slightly bent and leaning against the wall, which made his waist and legs longer. Although his face was covered with a cloth towel, his eyes were sparkling, as if filled with thousands of stars, with a faint smile.

"Ayun..."

"To Xiaoshi Village? Let's go!"

Mu Xiyun didn't often wear black, but the black clothes tonight gave him a charm that was rarely seen in ordinary times.

Gu Qingqiao's eyes were a little hot, looking at the figure chasing the clouds and the moon in front of him, the full of anger disappeared without a trace.

Xiaoshi Village is located in the southeast of Shanhai City. It is a fishing village with more than 100 families. Most of the villagers make a living by fishing. On the beach beside the village, a large boat is parked. The paper-paste hull is white and the size is the same as that of a real ship. A few villagers walked back and forth to patrol.

Not far from the big ship, a woman's cry could be heard faintly.

"Please, let Feng'er go, he is still a child!" A young woman knelt in front of the two fishermen and kept begging.

"What child, that's the devil!" One of the fishermen shouted angrily, holding a harpoon: "Since this child was born, our village has not suffered less disasters. In the past two or three years, several families have encountered storms. And several young adults died. That bastard is a disaster!"

Another person said yin and yang strangely: "Miss Hao, don't you look down on everyone in the village on weekdays? So many young people in our village proposed marriage to your family, but you refused, but you chose a demon as a husband. Now he Leave you alone, what are you raising his children for!"

"No, it's not like this..." The woman murmured in defense, then kowtowed again: "Please, let my child go!"

The two fishermen became impatient and kicked the woman away, threatening: "Tomorrow will be our village's "boat to send the king". For this festival, the whole village has spent a year of blood and sweat, and tomorrow they will Put your demon seed on the boat and send it away together! Hurry up and get out of here, or I will ask the village chief to drive out your family!"

After he finished speaking, he summoned two people and escorted the woman back to the village.

Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao quietly circled to the back of the paper boat. There was an iron cage on the ground, and a two or three-year-old child was curled up in the cage. The boy had red hair, and there were still tears on his face. Although his eyes were closed, the little eyebrows were tightly knitted, and he turned uneasy in his sleep.

A familiar pain hit, Gu Qingqiao closed his eyes.

Yellow sand, Gobi, iron cage. Several children were sitting in the cage, the rough sand blowing across their pale faces, chapped lips, and blood-clotted wounds on their bodies.

The big-bellied businessman from the Western Regions laughed loudly, pointed at the children in the cage and said loudly: "Come and see, they are all bastards with demon blood, strong and strong, take them back to support them and dispose of them at will."

A withered hand pulled the chin of the nine-year-old boy and examined his whole body like a beast. The hooded man nodded and showed a bloody smile.

"Gu Qingqiao, Qingqiao, Brother Gu!" An anxious voice came from his ears.

Gu Qingqiao's eyes were straight, his whole body was shivering, his upper and lower teeth were rattling, and his whole body was stiff.

He intuitively should wake up, but he can't return to God.

There was a burst of warm spiritual power in his heart, allowing him to control a little bit. Gu Qingqiao bit the tip of his tongue, the bloody smell spread out in his mouth, the pain stimulated his mind, and he slowly woke up.

He turned his stiff neck, only to realize that he had been taken to a row of empty rooms at the back of the village, and Mu Xiyun was holding his shoulders with one hand and pressing his chest with the other, delivering spiritual power to him.

"It's alright, I'm alright." Holding Mu Xiyun's hand weakly, to prevent him from wasting his spiritual power, Gu Qingqiao let out a long sigh and leaned his head on Mu Xiyun's shoulder.

Mu Xiyuan's body tensed for a while, and she heard Gu Qingqiao weakly whispering in her ear: "Let me lean on it, just for a while."

Mu Xiyuan nodded, hesitantly reached out, and lightly patted Gu Qingqiao's back twice.

After a while, saw Gu Qingqiao standing up straight, those eyes that were deeper than those of the Central Plains were still closed, and only opened when they stabilized.

Mu Xiyun looked at him with clear eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly saw a bit of confusion in those eyes. Afraid that he would get sick again, Mu Xiyun hurriedly grabbed the pulse gate on his wrist and asked in a low voice, "Is there any discomfort?"

Gu Qingqiao pondered for a moment, with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "Just now, what did you call me?"

"Cough, cough...it's nothing." Mu Xiyun choked and threw away his hands as if burned to the point of being burned, and he asked hesitantly, "What should I do now, go save that child?"

"No, go back to the inn."

"Can't be saved?" Mu Xiyun was very strange.

"No, we'll come back tomorrow night."

After thinking for a while, Mu Xiyun figured it out.

The fishermen of Xiaoshi Village had long believed that the child was the source of the disaster. If the child was rescued at this time, the mother and child would not be able to survive here.Moreover, it took a lot of effort for the fishermen to send the king boat. If the ceremony fails because of this, the fishermen in this village and even people in Shanhaicheng will be worried that they will fail to pray for blessings, and they will suffer disasters in the next year.It is difficult for everyone to change their opinions for a while, and maybe they will intensify the persecution of mixed-race people.To save people, the only way is to wait for the king's boat to go into the sea, and then go to rescue quietly.