Chapter 61 Happy Buddha (thirty-nine)
Su Qingmo's mind was filled with how kind Li Bandian was to her. She remembered that no one had ever fed her food, and no one had cared about her. Li Bandian had given Su Qingmo something she had never had before in her life. Father's love, and what does she have to repay? Thinking of the dead Master Lv'e, Su Qingmo knelt in front of Li Bandian and cried: "Dad, just let me deal with Zhao Tianhu!"
"Child..." Although he had already made a plan in his heart, how could Li Bandian's heart be willing to make a decision.
"Dad, you have given me the kindness of rebirth. If you don't repay this kindness, how can you let the green moth live as a corpse and a human being? Dad once said that a drop of water's kindness will be repaid by a spring. This is what you taught me." Su The green moth was in tears.
Liu Wuya couldn't listen anymore and said excitedly: "Senior brother, you can't sacrifice Qing Mo. I will solve the trouble I caused myself. I will go back to Liu Mansion and take my disciples to deal with Zhao Tianhu."
"Junior Brother Toothless, don't act out of loyalty. It's no different if you go or your disciples go. It's just to save a few more lives." If this worked, Li Bantian would have done it long ago. He stretched out his hand and was about to kill the man who was kneeling on the ground. Su Qingmo helped him up. "Child, get up and let dad think about it again."
"Dad... don't think about it anymore. There is no time. If this continues, more people will die. This is not dad's fault, nor is it uncle's fault. Everything started because of the green moth. If it hadn't been Because of Green Moth, Zhao Tianhu will not waste his life. He became a zombie for Green Moth. If I don't care, I will be a ruthless and unjust person. Now because Green Moth has killed Master Lvcaly, Green Moth doesn't want to do it again. Someone died." Su Qing couldn't help but knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, begging Li Bandian to let him deal with Zhao Tianhu.
Su Qingmo's words made sense, but how could Li Bandian bear to do such a thing to his own daughter? I would like to ask all the parents in the world, who would dare to try? But if we don't do this, how many parents and children in the world will die because of Zhao Tianhu? Struggling in his heart, Li Bantian closed his eyes in pain.
"Get up, kid, daddy promises you."
"Thank you dad for your help..." Su Qingmo kowtowed three more times before getting up from the ground.
The method was decided. Next, Liu Wuya and Li Bandian would work together to restore Su Qingmo's memory. They would need three drops of human blood, seven kinds of animal blood, and seven kinds of flower juice. Just find these few things. It only took two days, and Mrs. Qin brought back information from time to time about which village had been victimized, which made Li Bandian feel that time was running out. To restore Su Qingmo's memory, the process is also risky. First, Su Qingmo's adaptation to human blood, and the painful impact of those memories. Liu Wuya and Li Bandian must be guarded at the same time to prevent Su Qingmo from getting hurt. Green Moth unexpectedly went crazy. Trapped in a dark room for a day and a night, Su Qingmo felt the prosperity and depravity of the human world. She remembered the Manhong Mansion, Master Liu, and all kinds of people. Su Qingmo's teasing and insults, as well as the village women's curses, all appeared in Su Qingmo's mind. Su Qingmo tried hard to control herself, not wanting to go crazy, so she bit one of her teeth. But Li Bandian was helpless. Su Qingmo had to break through this barrier on his own. He could only listen to Su Qingmo's "No!" from time to time outside the door! ’ The cry was so painful that it was like a recovering patient being tortured by the same illness again. What Su Qingmo wanted to break through was her own thoughts and accept those facts.
Sister-in-law Qin didn't even dare to take a step closer because she was too scared. Instead, she stayed in the mourning hall obediently...
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