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Volume 5 Time Flows Chapter 191 Three Plays of the Yellow Wind Demon (7)

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    "What do you mean?" Huang Fengyao stood there blankly, with Chu Liuxian's words echoing in his mind.  Finally, he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Who can't talk nonsense? I want to see what you do?!" "Hmph!" Huang Fengyao snorted coldly, punched a dead tree next to him, and then  He followed him in stride.  With a "crunch", the dead wood fell to the ground, and a low curse came from it: "Old man, why am I so unlucky?" A faint green air rose from the dead wood and rushed towards the nearest number.  Let¡¯s not mention the fate of the old locust tree. Let¡¯s talk about the yellow wind demon quickly catching up with Chu Liuxian. The two of them appeared at the entrance of the village, one behind the other.  Chu Liuxian had no intention of covering up his whereabouts. On the contrary, his demon power was surging and his demon aura was flourishing, attracting wind and clouds to follow him and coming with overwhelming power.  Such power naturally makes everyone in the village feel in danger and remain silent.  Huang Feng Yao looked at him from behind and sneered: "You even said you were comparing yourself to the Demon King. You are trying to convince me with strength. With me here, I won't make it that easy for you." As he thought about it, he was about to cross Chu.  Liuxian walked quickly to the villagers and confronted Chu Liuxian.  The Yellow Wind Demon was about to cross over, so Chu Liuxian spoke.  "I came from the mountain to save you from the sea of ??misery." These words were filled with demonic power, every word was like thunder, and the message inside shocked the villagers.  The little demons in this village have been struggling to survive since they were born, and have never even left the village. However, according to ancient legends, there is the demon mountain and the demon king, who can protect the demons and live and work in peace and contentment.  The phrase "I come from the mountains" lit up the eyes of countless villagers.  Chu Liuxian followed without asking the villagers what they wanted.  Instead, he glanced across and saw the dry wells, the creeks that paved the riverbed, the chapped lips of the villagers, and the soil in the fields outside that was drier than old tree bark "After years of drought,  Thousands of miles away, I am waiting for you." After Chu Liuxian finished speaking, he still had one hand behind his back and the other raised high.  Behind him, Huang Feng Yao was still sneering.  Still slandering, the next moment, his expression changed instantly.  Rolling dark clouds came from the horizon and gathered over the small village.  At the source of the dark clouds, the Yellow Wind Demon looked far into the distance, and could vaguely see a line of water reaching the sky, as if there was a surging force that drained a river of water.  "Call the wind and rain. Move the water veins." "What a great magical power this is." Huang Feng Yao's eyes went straight. He thought he couldn't do such a method.  Not only him, Chu Liuxian can¡¯t do it either.  But they can't do it.  It doesn't mean that no one can do it.  "Well done, Concubine Yu." Chu Liuxian looked at the dark clouds gathering above his head, with the silver snakes dancing in them, and nodded slightly.     Such a thing.  He can't do it.  If it wants rain, the best way for Chu Liuxian is to pray to heaven, but it is easy to expose some things.  The rain you prayed for was also limited, and could not be compared with the dark clouds gathering at this moment.  A dark cloud gathers from all directions, it is really formed by condensing a vein of water.  Such a method, for Master Yu, is nothing more than a trivial matter that can be accomplished with just a few clicks.  She was used to carrying water veins to pray for rain in those long, long years that turned into dusk.  "The rain is coming!" Chu Liuxian waved his raised arm downwards, and in an instant, a heavy rain poured down.  ¡°Wow!~~~~~~~¡± The water lines are connected, like a huge water curtain, dividing the world.  The huge droplets of water hit the ground with a crisp sound and hurt the face.  At this moment, no one took shelter from the rain. Everyone took out everything to collect water, held their heads high and opened their mouths, and then the rain fell from the sky.  The heavy rain lasted for a long time.  Puddles can be seen from time to time in the village, and many houses that have been in disrepair have begun to leak. The stream surrounding the village is flowing again, crystal clear like a jade belt.  The air is filled with thick water vapor. When you stand in it, it feels like you take a breath and your whole body is moistened.  ¡°It¡¯s raining~~~it¡¯s raining~~~!!!¡± I don¡¯t know how many villagers fell to their knees on the ground. After realizing it, they cried and laughed and shouted.  "How did he do it? How could he do it?" Huang Fengyao was completely dumbfounded, but he didn't really care about the answer to this question, and he didn't necessarily know it.  It¡¯s not so much that I want to know the answer.?, rather, it is, but it is not the case, and I cannot calm myself down.  When Chu Liuxian's words, "After years of drought, thousands of miles of red land, I am waiting for you to go there now" were still echoing, and when the torrential rain fell, and the villagers knelt down with tears streaming down their faces, Huang Feng Yao knew that he  Already lost.  Sure enough, when the clouds cleared and the mist dispersed and the rain stopped, the entire village knelt on the ground and worshiped Chu Liuxian, who was standing with his hands behind his back. All of them had tears streaming down their faces.  At this time, even if we take their lives, no one will complain.  Watching the stream drying up, watching the wells drying up, watching the rice fields withering, watching death coming unstoppably like desert erosion, they can only persevere when there is no hope, but if they change now, it will cost them everything.  No problem.  At this time, no one remembers the Yellow Wind Demon who has been digging rocks into the ground to open wells for them for more than half a month, and going into the mountains to hunt wild beasts every day!  Huang Fengyao didn't need anyone to remind him of this result, he already knew it.  When he was forgotten by everyone, he couldn't help but echo in his mind the words Chu Liuxian said before: "The drop of water piercing the stone is indeed a powerful force of nature, but the shock of its loss is not as awe-inspiring as the urgency of thunder and lightning;" "  Being approachable and cute is not as good as fearing power and being virtuous." Huang Fengyao smiled bitterly: "That's true." If given enough time, he is confident that he can alleviate the drought in the village. Even now, he can.  It can prevent the death of a demon in the village.  But so what?  If the villagers were to choose now, who would they choose as the demon king?  Needless to say, Chu Liuxian won.  ¡°For a person who has been crawling in despair for too long without direction or light, what he wants is not someone who will help him from time to time, but someone who can point out a bright and clear path.  "If that finger separated the sea, split the mountains, and penetrated the earth, it would naturally be more awe-inspiring, for fear of being offended and lost.  This heavy rain is no different than that finger.  "Yellow Wind Demon." Suddenly, Chu Liuxian turned around and called out.  "Huh?" Huang Fengyao was in a state of despair. The warmer and nostalgic this period of time was, the greater the impact and stimulation he received now.  That response was just instinct. Huang Fengyao subconsciously turned around and looked at Chu Liuxian.  "Ah!" This sound was an exclamation.  Huang Fengyao did not see Chu Liuxian, but what he saw was another Shizhong Mountain that enveloped the world.  "You're still here!!!" Huang Feng Yao's screams of anger and grief were immediately covered up in the "dong dong dong~" bells, and only Chu Liuxian's chuckle came out: "Come, let's discuss it.  Discuss the third contest." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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