Beside him, the sallow-faced woman bit her lower lip and clenched the hem of her coarse cloth skirt with both hands.

The woman was about to speak, and Qishan said, "Go back and take care of Feng'er." ”

With tears in her eyes, the woman touched her eyes, turned around and walked towards the cave, and Qishan suddenly shouted, "Go and light the fire, it's foggy today, and the smoke won't spread far." ”

The woman returned to the cave without looking back, and the strong stench in the cave almost suffocated her, who loved to clean the most, but she still held back, because at such a time, she could no longer care about the smell.

Seeing her mother walk in, Qi Feng'er sat up from the haystack, coughed twice, and said weakly with a tired face, "Mother, Feng'er is hungry." ”

A few seven or eight-year-old children of her age on the side also said in a few words that they were hungry.

And the older teenagers and girls were very sensible and did not speak.

Because they know that there is almost no food left.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl walked over, took out a finger-sized sweet potato from her arms, and said, "Feng'er, let's eat this for you." ”

The little girl swallowed her saliva, took it and was about to put it in her mouth, when she saw that the children around her were staring directly at the sweet potato in her hand, she hesitated for a moment, pinched the sweet potato into more than ten pieces, and distributed them to these children.

The woman's eyes were full of pity, and she rubbed the heads of these children one by one, and said in the most gentle tone possible, "Good, when the eighth uncle comes back, we will have something to eat, now come and help me light the fire." ”

When the children heard that they could finally bake the fire, they forgot about their empty stomachs, and jumped up for joy, and brought the firewood scattered around and piled it together.

Smoke rose up, and soon the flames were catching the smoke, and the children and the wounded people gathered around.

A young man looked at the fire, suddenly cried, and muttered: "It's all Ah Zhe's fault, if he hadn't followed Yun Mo, we wouldn't have fallen to the point we have now!"

As soon as he said this, the room suddenly fell silent.

The woman slapped it, leaving a clear five-finger mark on the young man's face, and said sharply: "Don't say such bastard words again!"

The young man stared at the woman with red eyes.

The girl who gave up the last piece of sweet potato just now said: "Brother, Brother Ah Zhe is not wrong, Brother Ah Zhe can't be blamed for this matter." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, glared at his sister and said, "Lin'er, why do you always favor him? If it weren't for him, how would we have left our hometown? If it weren't for him, A-Niang wouldn't have died!"

The girl named Lin'er murmured, "Brother Ah Zhe will come back to save us!"

The young man snorted coldly and said, "Lin'er, you are too naïve! He came to save us? Can he beat the Xuanwei City Lord? I'm afraid he can't protect himself now!"

Lin'er gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, Brother Ah Zhe will definitely come back to save us!

……

Green smoke rose from the cave and mingled with a thick mist.

Qishan looked at the foot of the mountain with some concern, and after half a pillar of incense, he didn't find any abnormalities, so he relaxed a little. He said to the old man, "Patriarch, let's go into the cave and make a fire." ”

The old man looked at the dense forest shrouded in mist, and then nodded.

Qishan hurriedly helped the old man up, and as soon as the two turned around and took two steps towards the cave, the old patriarch suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared straight at the forest.

Qishan was shocked and turned around suddenly.

In the dense forest, there was a sound of rustling footsteps.

The clansmen in the cave also discovered the abnormality of the two, and they all looked over in horror, and Qi Feng'er hurriedly hid in her mother's arms in fright.

Qishan easily opened the old patriarch's shoulder and pressed the hilt of the knife at his waist.

If the person who came was the Xuanwei City Lord who was chasing and killing them, even if he wanted to die, Taqishan would die in front of his own people.

The footsteps were getting closer.

A head popped out of the misty woods.

The person who came was the eighth who entered the dense forest yesterday to be on guard!

Qishan breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward excitedly, wanting to greet him, but he hadn't taken a few steps, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Although the person who came was the eighth child, it was just a head hanging from a tree branch!

And the other end of the branch is in the hands of a majestic middle-aged fat man.

This person is the city lord of Xuanwei City.

He threw his head on the ground, spat out thick phlegm, and said, "Damn, I've been looking for so long, but I didn't expect you to hide in Crow Ridge!"

The old patriarch of the Eight Clans suddenly stepped forward, and two fine lights burst out in his eyes.

"I'll stop them, the second brother, you take the clan and run away!"

The old man's silver-white beard was spurted, and his clothes were windless.

"It's up to you?" the Xuanwei City Lord snorted coldly, patted a battle axe on his waist, and said, "You want to stop us? Ask Lao Tzu if he agrees to the battle axe!"

"What are you doing in a daze?!Do you have to let all of my eight clans die here?!" the old man shouted without looking back.

Qishan gritted his teeth sharply, turned and rushed towards the cave.

"Run, run!" roared the man.

There was a panic in the cave, and everyone didn't bother to pack up their things, and immediately ran out of the cave.

The two teenagers glanced at each other, and both saw the absolute in each other's eyes, and the two turned around at the same time and said to Qishan: "Second uncle, let's stay!"

Qishan roared: "Run, what's the use of you staying!"

The young man, who was still arguing with everyone just now, said in a deep voice: "If those people want to kill us, they have to swing one more knife, even if it is just to delay their breath, our death is worth it!"

At this moment, several boys and girls who had already run out of the cave stopped again, turned around, and clenched their fists.

Qishan was slightly stunned, his heart was happy and sad, and his complicated mood suddenly turned into a full of fighting spirit, and he said loudly: "Okay, good!

Qishan looked at the young boys and girls, turned around, and slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist.

When the old patriarch saw that they were not only fleeing, but also coming over, he immediately became angry and said, "Hurry up!"

Qishan stood beside the old man, one position behind, and said loudly: "Qishan, the eight Qi clan, is willing to accompany the patriarch to death!"

"I am willing to accompany the patriarch to his death!" shouted seven or eight young men and girls behind him in unison.

The old man had mixed feelings, and suddenly laughed three times, and a short sword flew out of his cuff, cutting eight hundred knives on his body in an instant, and the knife saw blood.

Countless blood gushed out of the wound and clotted into beads of blood.

The old man burst into a shout, and all the blood beads suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and then all of them submerged into the center of the old man's eyebrows.

The old man's breath skyrocketed.

"Hmph, even if you use the Blood Sacrifice Technique, it's still only in the late stage of the Enlightenment Realm!" The Xuanwei City Lord, who was sitting on the back of a tall horse, had a look of mockery in his eyes, and with a wave of his hands, dozens of elites behind him were divided into two teams to outflank those who escaped from the cave.

"Leave it to me here, second brother, you go and protect the clansmen!" the old man roared and rushed straight to the Xuanwei City Lord thirty paces away.

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" The Xuanwei City Lord snorted coldly, grabbed the battle axe on his waist, and swung it violently, and the battle axe flew out of the air, crashing straight into the old man who had been chasing him for days in the dense forest in the mountains.

The tomahawk came so fast that the old man on the way didn't have time to dodge, so he had to pull out the sword at his waist and block it in front of him.

With a loud bang, the field in the old man's hand shattered inch by inch, and the battle axe hit the old man's chest, knocking the old man back more than ten steps.

The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was extremely pale, but at the same time, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward again. >