Chapter 870 Even the Gods Can’t Save Me

Zhang Mo was cursed, but still failed to stop the human and animal plan. The "God Worship Cult" appeared in Fuyao. Although it was not very popular, its expansion has never stopped. The "God" 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 their despicable nature, and it is difficult to be considered a "human race". But these bewitched believers were just innocent people, how could she do it.

In the past few hundred years, this matter has never been solved, lingering in my mind, and I don't know what to do. Instead, I gradually attracted curses and was called a "devil". Zhang Mo's behavior is no different from a devil in the eyes of uninformed people. Although the God Worship Cult has a lot of evil intentions, it hides it very well. In order to promote the doctrine, it even treats people kindly, so that everyone praises it.

There are also cunning people in the prehistoric world. He actually wanted to use this method to disguise himself as a messenger of God to save the world and bless the human race when the great chaos comes in the future. Unconsciously, it caused internal conflicts. 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 about it, he said, "It is difficult to kill the doctrine with violent means after all." Zhang Mo said, "What should we do?" Li Changxiao said, "If I can't beat them when the great chaos comes in the future, and the people above can't beat him either, the human race will still be in danger, whether there is the worship of God or not." Zhang Mo said, "That being said, the worship of God is so rampant and poisons the people of my world. How can I sit back and do nothing?"

Li Changxiao said, "Of course I won't sit back and do nothing. Let me take care of this matter for you, and you can just focus on martial arts." Zhang Mo said, "You lazy guy, you will sleep and you won't know what's going on." Li Changxiao said, "If I can't take care of it, I will... find someone to help." Pointed to the top.

Zhang Mo thought of "Li Xundao". This god was very mysterious. It would be difficult to find him without some tricks. Zhang Mo was always afraid of cultivators above the fusion level, except Li Changxiao. So she never thought of looking for the big town.

The two talked about this, and the night was quiet. Zhang Mo had been free for a long time, stretching her hands and feet, and feeling happy. After dinner, she went back to her room to rest, lying in the warm water to soak. She had been wearing clothes for several months, and they were all wrinkled due to the squeezing and friction of the ropes, but fortunately the materials were expensive and would not be easily damaged.

Zhang Mo thought about it, washed the clothes and hung them on the bedside. The next day, the sun shone into the guest room. The dress, underwear, shoes and socks were all dried. She combed her long hair, put on her hairpin, put on her clothes, and stood in the room like a martial arts master. Zhang Mo had experienced many ups and downs and was rich in experience. Her momentum was really intimidating without anger. In addition, she has a heroic look between her eyebrows, unlike the delicate and delicate appearance of ordinary women. But her face is very pretty. She is very eye-catching when walking on the street.

Zhang Mo carefully thought about her hairpins. Today, she strung three silver hairpins with pearl pendants at the end, and wore a colorful long skirt with a pair of black boots under the skirt. She pushed the door open and called the waiter. The guests saw her movements and looked at her.

Zhang Mo felt funny in her heart, thinking that many people in the world are her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren... generation, and they still look at her with such eyes. At her age, even among warriors, she is 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 dead drunkard and stinky swordsman must still be sleeping soundly.

Little did they know that Zhang Mo's demeanor at this moment, that of a martial arts master who is hundreds of years old, is more like an ordinary woman who is only thirty years old, in the prime of life, but shy and delicate. How can people not stop and pass by.

Zhang Mo woke up Li Changxiao, and the two went downstairs to have breakfast together. Each place has its own customs. Most breakfast here is a kind of glutinous rice dumpling, which is salty and fragrant. A palm-sized dumpling, swallowed with water, can last until the afternoon without being hungry. And the price is cheap, very practical.

When Li Changxiao paid the bill, he took a half step back on his own. Zhang Mo was charming and helpless, and then took out her money bag and paid the price. Seeing that the stall owner was very old and worked very hard to make a living, he secretly gave him a few more coins.

Both of them were tall, and they attracted a lot of attention when they walked on the street. Li Changxiao took a bite of the glutinous rice dumpling and found that it was very sticky. He couldn't bite it 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 completely forgot what it tasted like.

Zhang Mo also had this dilemma. She was reserved and bit the dumpling in small bites, but after several efforts, she found that the dumpling was entangled in her mouth. At this point, she felt that she was in a dilemma. She thought that if she spit it out, it would be too rude and she didn't want Li Changxiao to see it. Secondly, it would be a waste of food. She could only pretend that nothing happened and bite it into her mouth one bite at a time.

Later, the glutinous rice dumpling was all in her mouth, and her cheeks bulged. Zhang Mo glanced left and right and saw Li Changxiao beating his chest and stamping his feet to swallow it down. She couldn't help but feel funny, but couldn't laugh. She also thought that Li Changxiao was a dissolute person, and no one would find anything strange. 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 ball, 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 she had no other options, so she had to cover half of her face with her sleeves and try to swallow it while walking. Zhang Mo and Li Changxiao really suffered a great loss due to their lack of knowledge.

This kind of sticky dumpling is called "Break the Breath" 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 fills 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 gods' help". Only locals love this kind of dumpling. If outsiders want to try it, the seller will definitely remind them or even watch them from the side.

But the two came and went very quickly. When the seller came to his senses, the two had already gone far away. There was no time to remind them. Although Li Changxiao's action was not elegant, he finally succeeded in swallowing it. He thought: "The people in this place must have a strong spirit of resistance, otherwise it would be so hard to swallow a dumpling, not just breakfast. It is indeed a good delicacy." Only then did he slowly savor the salty and fragrant dumpling.

Zhang Mo's resistance was not over yet. She secretly complained in her heart. In fact, she was also angry. She didn't believe that she couldn't even do anything with a dumpling without cultivation and martial arts?