This is a bad sign, I am in a hurry, and of course my little host is in a hurry.

The girl in front of me is also an adult anyway, and now she is in an unknown state of not knowing whether she is alive or dead, and I can't move her with his small body.

Not to mention, he is so short now that he can't even reach the hemp rope that binds people's wrists.

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and his eyes searched the clearing for the weapons left behind by the villagers.

After searching for a long time, seeing the fire in the forest getting brighter and brighter, the host's eyes were full of tears, mixed with sweat, and flowed down his cheeks.

"You'll be fine, I'll save you, I'll save you!" he muttered as if he was stunned.

I knew his situation and state of mind, and I could feel the nervous feeling that danger was coming.

"Oh no! That little monster wants to run away!"

My little host shuddered at the sound of the mighty voice, and for this he endured the blood gushing from the wound, and still jumped up with the little axe in his hand to cut the hemp rope that bound the girl's hand.

"That little monster wants to save that demon girl, hurry! Don't let them run away!" One of the leaders took the sword that was snatched from the little fat man's hand, and gave an order to the people behind.

I saw that there was still a lot of blood left on the leader's body, and one of his punching bag-sized fists was also stained with mottled bright red marks.

I don't need to guess that they should have paid a lot of price for fighting for this sword!

Although the villagers who were driven by him showed their dissatisfaction and resentment on their faces one by one, they did not think to hide it at all.

Even so, they all listened to the dispatch of the leading man, all of them fierce and vicious, as if they were about to vent all their pent-up anger against the leading man on me, a weak little host.

"You, don't come here!" my little host was anxious and frightened, and waved the little axe in his hand in a panic.

But how could a group of strong men be threatened by such little kids who can be thrown over with one hand?

Not a single round, and I, the poor little host, have already been beaten twice solidly.

He was now thrown under the high platform by people in a breathless manner, and he had been thrown out of the range of the girl whose life and death were tied up that he could see.

The surrounding villagers immediately came forward in a black and oppressive manner, and he was surrounded in this way, and then a small path slowly dispersed in the crowd.

The leading man walked over leisurely, the long sword at this time had not yet fully revealed its original form, and it should have been contaminated with the host's blood before.

Now only the head and body of the sword were left with uneven rust all over the sword, and the small piece itself was revealed, which already showed that it was a peerless good sword.

But how did it look at the sword the more familiar it became? I really looked like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it.

The memory of this sword is like a fog suddenly clouded in my consciousness, faint but ready to come out!

"Little monster! I didn't think that your monster's blood was still very useful, and it could actually make the divine sword manifest its true body, it must be that it sensed your demonic power, and then stimulated it to wake it up!"

The man with the sword spoke as if the sword was born to be his, and even when he himself was speculating about the reason, he did not allow people to intervene or make any noise that was not in harmony with his thoughts.

Well, whatever you say, it's what you say!

But what I'm thinking about in my little host's mind is very different, and he seems to care a lot about whether he's a monster or not.

"No, no, I'm not a monster, please let me go!" he kowtowed vigorously, hoping for the sympathy of the man and the villagers standing around.

Obviously, he still couldn't see that the group of people already had the idea of burning him, so they couldn't let him go because of his crying.

On the contrary, I think that since my mind cannot be changed, it is better for me to push the boat and disguise the monsters, and maybe I can bluff these fools.

Sure enough, he couldn't get anyone's sympathy or emotion, and their eyes became more and more indifferent when they looked at me, the little host.

The leading man suddenly sneered, raised his hand and raised the sword in his hand, and stabbed straight at my host.

The mournful wails of children resounded through the wilderness, and a flock of birds arose in the woods, and the full moon was slowly covered by the clouds, and the surroundings were sunk into a thick inky color.

The sword was plunged straight into my host's heart, and the child vomited blood and convulsed in front of everyone's eyes, but no one stood up and dared to care.

All they could do was to maintain an indifferent but not very curious heart, standing still and quietly watching this scene.

The sword was stained with blood, and I felt myself gradually surrounded by a chill.

The fear of blood draining out of my body was like a big hand holding my throat tightly, as if life would flow faster as long as I struggled.

I could only see a dark sky in my host's eyes, with a faint yellow glow lingering around the edge of the deep clouds.

Next to this lovely little light, there was a star, and that star was so big, I don't know, it was the lucky child's life.

A circle of black holes gradually hit in front of me, and even the eyelids were as if they had fallen a thousand pounds, and in a trance, I saw the largest and brightest star just now, and flashed at me a few times.

The people around seemed to be frightened, and they all looked at each other and didn't dare to step forward: "That sword, what's the matter, actually disappeared?"

My host's eyes are closed, but my consciousness is still clear enough, and I feel the same state as him, which means that my little host is also awake.

As for what the villager just said, the long sword that killed me has disappeared, how could it disappear, hasn't he always stuck it in my heart?

I tried to perceive its existence, but as if I had inadvertently touched something, a burning sensation gradually rose in my heart, which had just been pierced by the sword.

The sensation quickly condensed in my host's chest, and then swam the meridians all over his body like an electric shock.

What's going on, what's going on?

It was as if something had awakened in him!

I silently felt the strange power that coalesced in my host's heart, and then slowly transformed into the form of a sword.

This sword pierced the heart, didn't it become the sword of my foolish host?

Anyway, this sword was awakened with his blood, and it was full of anger, and he was new to this thing, so I don't know if my host can withstand it!

Like the years of being impermanent, those years of becoming impermanence.