The flames were blazing, and the woman in thin clothes struggled in the raging flames. Her eyes were full of desolation, and she stroked her belly. The surrounding villagers were enthusiastic, and their voices suddenly rose: "Kill her!

"Why didn't she drown back then! It must have been her who caused the village to suffer from a drought year after year!"

"Yes! Burn her!"

The sound was like a shiver in the middle of winter in a cave.

The torch was thrown at the helpless woman like a meteor, and she no longer struggled, as if resigned to her fate, holding a rattle in her hand and pounding it. There were tears in his eyes, dripping down like crystal.

Han Mo looked at it coldly.

Is this my past?

These are very similar to those in dreams, and the cause and effect are also known from the mouths of men. It is expected that he must have been unaccustomed to seeing this man take it by force, not only did he not benefit the people, but also took the opportunity to make trouble, and wanted to let the ignorant villagers send him a few yellow flower girls through Hebo's marriage. After he drove the man away, he happened to meet the woman who was thrown into the water.

That should be her wife.

"Ahh......h

"It hurts......"

Han Mo was taken aback, "Shuanglang, what's wrong with you?"

"Stomach aches!"

Shuanglang's stomach felt like it was burning, and the internal organs were stirred together, as if something was backlogged and about to pop out of her stomach. Her movements were like those of the woman surrounded by the villagers, and the two of them were exactly the same, repeating the same movements.

"I'm in so much pain......" She knelt on the ground, looking up at Han Mo with teary eyes.

Her face overlapped with that of the woman, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether it was one person or two people. Han Mo squatted down, holding his breath, he put his hand on Shuanglang's abdomen, gently conveying the healing demonic qi, "How is it...... Is there any better......"

Those demonic spirits are like a trickling stream, soothing the heart burned by fire.

As if there was a small life in his belly, Han Mo felt that his action was very familiar, as if he had touched the girl's abdomen countless times. She gradually warmed up and said vigorously, "It's okay." ”

But as soon as the words fell, the turbid air around him darkened, seeping out a little chill, Han Mo was alert, and subconsciously blocked with his hand.

He heard a "clang" sound, and a sword-like stream of water slashed through his arm and shot into the dirt next to him, revealing a huge hole.

Han Mo stood up, and a little clear spring leached out of his feet around Shuanglang, like a shield, enveloping the delicate girl.

The surrounding black mist and river water had a strange and rich smell, which was originally aimlessly scattered, but suddenly gathered into a human form and quietly stood in front of Han Mo. The human figure was quite realistic, holding a weapon in his hand, and he was like Han Mo rushing over.

"Kill him!" the man roared, and the river turned into a sword and stabbed him.

The demonic power on Han Mo's body instantly spread, forming a huge air current, and the river water that was swallowed up on top of it. When the two came into contact, they crackled like an electric discharge, making a burst of explosions. The clear water around him, like the skirt of a fairy, flowed through the gap of the black river without a fixed shadow, and where it passed, the black turned into nothingness and disappeared.

Two dark blue flames erupted from his slender fingertips, and the light and shadow flew and spread out in all directions. Soaring into the air and spinning in the air, the blue flames were like aurora lights, dyeing the sky brilliantly.

The clear water turned into a sword, like a brilliant silver dragon, piercing the menacing black mist.

The man couldn't help but be stunned, hesitated twice in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think that if you hurt me once, you can go a second time?" The black mist quickly gathered beside him, forming a huge barrier.

The flame in Han Mo's hand poured out quickly, and it was always the person who had the strength of a buffalo, trying to push the seemingly light flame straight away, but to no avail. He said expressionlessly: "If I can hurt you once, I can hurt you a second time." ”

The man was still laughing, watching the flames fail to burn the filthy sludge.

Suddenly, the blue light flashed, and the flames disappeared.

The man thought that he was burning out and was stealing joy, but his expression suddenly changed, blood gushed out from the corners of his lips, and the broken flame actually meandered out of the water, stabbed into his heart, and burned instantly!

He screamed one after another, his whole body was numb, his body was swallowed and wrapped, and the bubbling mud bubbles burst with a bang.

"Hehehe. The man laughed suddenly, a pair of blood-red eyes looked at the indifferent Han Mo, and a hoarse mockery squeezed out between his teeth: "Look back!"

Only then did Han Mo realize that he didn't protect Shuang Lang by his side, and the burning black water was very fierce and rushed, and the rolling sound waves were like thunder. Shuang Lang looked at the oncoming threat, but he didn't know how to move.

At the last moment, he turned around and was about to pull Shuanglang into his arms, but the black water took a step first, like a silkworm chrysalis, and instantly wrapped around the girl.

Han Mo's blue flames burned around him, and the weapon that was supposed to stab the enemy hurt his beloved.

"Ahh

Shuang Lang screamed in pain, and his voice came intermittently from the black water.

Han Mo didn't dare to act rashly, his murderous eyes shot at the man not far away, "What do you want?"

The man laughed, "You've already killed her once, do you want to kill her a second time......?" Hahahaha...... Don't you know that your wife was killed by the villagers and flooded Zhangmen Village, and now you can't complain about others, you can only blame yourself!

His voice sounded like a curse.

Han Mo's gaze was fixed on the black water, desperate and sad, like an orphan trapped in a prison place.

Shuang Lang groaned in pain.

The body trembles and burns, about to melt into a puddle of snow.

Overlapping with the woman's last shout in Han Mo's mind, his spirit was a little trance-like.

"I can't kill you, can't I kill her!" The man looked at Han Mo's forbearant expression and suddenly felt better, and he couldn't care about how painful his burning skin was. The black water wrapped in Shuanglang became tighter and tighter.

"Don't!" Han Mo shouted, nothing could extinguish the flames that burned with its demonic power. Strings of crystal clear water droplets instantly condensed around him, but before they could get close to Shuanglang, they quickly evaporated into gas.

"Boom-" There was a loud bang.

The black water exploded like a broken crockpot, and Shuanglang's body was full of blue light, looking beautiful and gorgeous. She curled up together, her hair and fingertips wafting a crisp and watery feeling, cold and gentle.

A huge swirl swirled and spread in the middle of Shuanglang, and her abdomen was like a whirlpool, exuding demonic power vigorously. It seemed to be so powerful that it could not be incomparably stronger, and between the rebounds, the brilliant white light shimmered like the light of the sunrise. The huge waves between heaven and earth, wrapped in her shallow bass, shattered the man's black water barrier like a mountain of seas.

Faintly, both she and he heard a child's laughter.