Wen Mo looked at her expectant eyes, and felt a pain in her heart, thinking of when her grandfather died, she was like this, and it was extremely painful. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is precisely because of this that she can understand her pain. I want to help her find a reason to live.

No matter what happens to Uncle Wang and his aunt, Xiaolian has to survive well.

"Well, you think, there isn't even a single corpse here, maybe the village chief and the clan elders probably knew about it in advance, and the whole village moved away together. ”

Wen Mo said this, but he didn't believe it.

But Wang Xiaolian seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, nodded again and again, as if she was stunned, "Yes, there are no bones here, it must be fine, it must be fine......"

Babbling, babbling, she vomited a mouthful of blood and fell down.

Frightened, Wen Mo hurriedly held on, "Xiaolian, Xiaolian ,......"

She took her pulse, and her mind probed into her body. found that Wang Xiaolian's spiritual power was in a mess, as if she was about to go mad.

If it weren't for Wen Mo's latter words, it would have erupted, and the six relatives would not recognize it.

Between great sorrow and joy, as soon as she was relieved, her spiritual power was stirring in her heart, and her blood surged up and spit it out.

Wen Mo took out a chair and settled Wang Xiaolian on it.

She said so, but she didn't believe it.

Wang Xiaolian didn't notice it, but her divine sense was sensitive, and she found the resentment that remained here.

This is after the death of many people, rivers of blood flow, which leads to the growth of resentment.

It seems that he has been subjected to humanization.

"Teacher, is there still the smell of the murderer here?"

"It's been so long, and even if there is a residual breath, it has long been resented, and now I can't find it. Mu Tian shook his head.

"Is there no other way?" Winmo was hopeless.

She walked through the grass, trying to find some clues.

But apparently, the man who did it was very sharp, and left nothing behind, including bones.

She thought of Uncle Men, Uncle Wang, Aunt Wang and others who had cared for her, all of them turned into ashes, and it was a question of whether the soul remained. It is inevitable that I will feel sad in my heart, and I hate the person who destroyed the door.

Could it be that Xiang Jia did it?" Wen Mo wondered.

But right away, she vetoed the idea again.

Whether the Xiang family still exists or not is still a question, and there is no opportunity to do this.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but think of Uzo Kei.

Uzo Kai found this secret realm in the first place, and also found a way to open it, so he was hunted down by others.

Later, when he was still in the village, he was found.

So, will the person who tracked down kill another horse gun and wipe out the entire Wangjia Village?

Thinking about this, Wen Mo still didn't make sense.

Uzo Kai's strength was at the mage class at that time, and the people who chased and killed him, since they couldn't beat him who was injured, it means that they couldn't surpass this class.

And she watched from the sidelines, and there was also some strength hidden behind Wangjia Village, which was not known to outsiders. With so many people, it shouldn't be wiped out by a person of the priest class.

Could it be that the people who went out in Wangjia Village and the enemies who came back outside......

The more Wen Mo thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out, his heart was irritable, his heart was on fire, and hatred flashed in his eyes.

In the final analysis, this is because the strength is too low!

If the strength is high enough, who dares to come to destroy Wangjia Village?

Mu Tian saw that Wen Mo's expression was full of bitter hatred, his eyes had begun to redden, and he was shocked in his heart, and more heartache.

"Actually, there is a way to recreate the scene at that time. Mu Tian said.

Wen Mo immediately spoke: "What method?"

She looked at Mu Tian with her eyes, and the hatred in her eyes was not concealed at all.

Mu Tian frowned slightly, seeing her eager appearance, he didn't sell it. "There are some heaven-level spiritual artifacts that can go back in time. ”

"Heaven-level spirit weapon, where can I find it? Even if I find it, I can't afford it. Win Mo frowned in annoyance.

Mu Tian shook his head, "You don't have to buy it, you can borrow it." It is far more realistic to borrow than to buy. With the heritage of Huaqing Sect, there should be. ”

Warmer nodded, indicating that he understood, but was more worried.

Heaven-level spiritual weapons, what is that, there have not been a few on the entire road. Not to mention the high-level effect of going back in time.

Let's not talk about whether Huaqingzong has it or not, even if it is good.

But is it something she can get her hands on? Even if she does, if she wants to borrow it, she will have to pay a price. When you use it, it definitely comes at a price.

Otherwise, there would be no unjust, false and wrongful cases in the sect.

But it's better to have a direction than not to find a direction.

Wen Mo sighed in disappointment, but Wang Xiaolian woke up.

"Xiaolian, are you awake?" Wen Mo happily helped her.

After a long while, Wang Xiaolian woke up, and her confused eyes slowly focused. "Sister Momo?"

Then he remembered what had happened before, and his expression suddenly became sad.

"Sister Momo......" She hugged Wen Mo fiercely, crying hysterically.

Dizzy for a moment, she was a little more sober, and she also knew that Wen Mo had comforted her before.

She buried her head in Wenmo's shoulder, tears soaking Wenmo's clothes.

Winmer patted her gently like a wounded child.

On the one hand, she felt that Wang Xiaolian had come to her senses and recognized the facts, which was a benefit, after all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

But on the other hand, she felt heartache for Xiaolian and hoped that she would not suffer the same pain as him.

Wang Xiaolian's pain was even more than hers.

Even though he grew up in Wangjia Village, Wen Mo was just an outsider.

And Wang Xiaolian is a native of Wangjia Village, and her ancestors have been here for generations.

Her parents, uncles, cousins, cousins, and cousins are all from Wangjia Village.

But now all the people she knew were gone, and the villages she knew were gone, leaving only the ruins, and the only familiar person alive was Wen Mo.

Wen Mo hugged Wang Xiaolian, and finally decided to tell her about going back in time, but not to mention that Huaqingzong might have it.

Whether it's the hope of finding someone, or the hope of revenge. As long as there is hope, she will try to live.

Only by living can you take revenge.

Thinking of this, Wen Mo's eyes flickered.

What was going on with her grandfather's injuries, she never figured it out. Maybe...... You can also go back in time and take a look.

Wang Xiaolian listened to Wen Mo's words, and her eyes suddenly burst out with infinite light, "Sister Momo, does that mean that I can see the appearance of the enemy......?" Is it possible to find someone who survived?"

Immer nodded.

Wang Xiaolian suddenly had a sense of vitality on her body, "Sister Momo, I will definitely find this spiritual weapon." Maybe the Alchemy Sect will have it! I'll redouble my efforts when I go back, as long as my value can make the sect take the initiative, then I will definitely be able to borrow it!"

It seems that all of a sudden, she has grown up more and comprehended this world more, the world that Village Chief Wang has always avoided.