After Mo Xingran left, the tiled house was dark and the air was stagnant.

The shouts of the villagers outside the house were deafening, and Feng Jue cried with some pleading: "Second brother, we can't let the third brother be in danger alone." ”

Wuge staggered to the door and pushed the door open, and the crowd outside the door was furious, and dozens of people held torches and shouted: "Excuse yourself from Batian!"

Mo Xingran stood with his back and faced the villagers: "I killed that monster, if you want to kill it, you will come at me." ”

"You say Nadi is a monster! I think you look like monsters!" I don't know who shouted, and everyone seemed to be enraged enough by Mo Xing's words, and several big men rushed to his side and pressed his shoulders, forcing him to kneel.

"Hmph, isn't that man-eating mud a monster?" Mo Xingran said angrily.

When several big men heard this, they grabbed Mo Xingran's head together and pressed it to the ground: "Dead duck has a hard mouth! You killed the god of our village, and you still spoke disrespectfully." ”

Mo Xingran struggled several times, he was outnumbered, his head was pressed to the ground, the stones on the ground broke the corners of his lips, Mo Xingran looked arrogant, licked the blood into his mouth, and tasted bitter.

The second prince in the house, Mokong, was sweating in his palms at this time, and he looked at Xingzhi's back, and his body trembled slightly.

He looked for the light and looked at Ran Ling beside him, he didn't know if the decision he had made at this time was the right one. Ran Ling grew up in Wangutian since he was a child, and he was a childhood sweetheart, he didn't know when he fell in love with her, but he remembered that on the day his father made a marriage contract for him and Ran Ling, he didn't close his eyes all night when he was happy. But what about Ran Ling? Is it the same?

Ran Ling met Mokong's gaze, her eyes flashed with tears, she hugged her right foot, and her body trembled slightly: "Mokong, I hurt." ”

"Second brother, we can't wait any longer! they want to roast the third brother to death!" Feng Jue watched as the group of villagers walked towards the high platform not far away with Mo Xingran, on which a circle of firewood was piled up, and several people wore strange costumes, holding torches in their hands, and danced weird dance steps around the high platform.

Wuge stumbled to the side of the high platform, she stumbled in a few steps, fell down and got up with difficulty.

Feng Jue saw it, hurriedly rushed over to hold her shoulder, and the two rushed to the high platform together.

"Batian and Nadi are born as one, and when they become adults, they are divided into a female and a male, and Nadi is a female, who is in charge of the day, and the sky is a male, and is in charge of the night, which is the patron saint of our Moxi Village! Now that you outsiders have killed Nadi, Batian will be furious, and our whole village will suffer the catastrophe!" An old man with a crutch stood under the high platform, looking like an elder in the village, his face was sad and angry, and his tears were in his eyes, and the villagers were full of worry.

Then the old man said angrily, "Why does Nadi wake up in the night?

The man with a somewhat stiff body shouted: "He is not the only one who can kill Nadi! There must be an accomplice!"

"Yes, none of these people can be spared! ”

"Kill them!"

The old man raised the cane in his hand, everyone was silent, he suddenly turned his head to stare at Wuge, and said word by word: "If the conspirator confesses, the rest will be exempted." ”

Mo Xingran was tied to the wooden stake of the high platform, and the corners of his mouth sneered with blood: "One person does things and one person is responsible, and that puddle of mud is worthy of being called a god?

There was a muffled thunder in the dark night, and the sky was furious!

"If you kill him, the eternal heavens will not spare you!" Feng Jue shouted at the crowd while holding Wuge.

Wuge looked deeply at Mo Xingran who was tied to the high platform, Mo Xingran's expression was unrelenting, Wuge thought to himself, the true god should be like him, a straight body, and a hundred deaths without fear!

Mo Kong helped Ran Ling to come to the high platform at some point, and Meng Fanqing, who was dressed in a blue robe, followed behind them.

Ran Ling weakly attached to Mokong's ears and didn't know what to say, Mokong suddenly stared at Wuge with wide eyes, and then his expression changed to anger.

"The accomplice is this person!" Ran Ling burst into tears, and raised his hand to the weak Wuge not far away: "It is he who has angered your gods, and it is also him who has made your gods attack the innocent me, and let your gods become bloodthirsty and furious!"

The villagers' eyes shot at Wuge, and a trace of panic appeared on the arrogant Mo Xingran face on the high platform.

Wuge bit her lower lip when she heard this, her body trembled, she didn't know where she got the strength, she broke free of Feng Jue's hands, and stumbled towards Ran Ling, Wuge walked to her side, stopped and pulled the corners of her mouth coldly, and quickly raised her hand and slapped Ran Ling's face, Ran Ling fell to the ground due to gravity.

Mo Kong might as well for a while, but he didn't expect this person to behave like this, so he hurriedly helped Ran Ling up, gritted his teeth and shouted: "What are you doing? Isn't it enough to hurt her leg?"

Ran Ling raised his hand and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth: "What, annoyed and angry?

Wuge heard that he wanted to raise his hand to hit her again, but Mo Kong grabbed her wrist with one hand and pulled her arm to knock Wuge down.

"Second brother, don't go too far!" Mo Xingran, who was tied hand and foot on the high platform, turned pale, he struggled desperately, and only hated himself for being like a waste person without magic in his heart.

The look on Ran Ling's face was perverse and violent, and it was slightly distorted: "Hahaha! A demon, an adopted son, isn't the eternal heaven incompatible with the demon?

"Are you, demon?" Feng Jue looked incredulous, she stared at Wuge with beautiful eyes.

Mo Xingran hung his head on the high platform and didn't say a word.

In the eyes of everyone, Wuge also hung her head, for a while, she clenched her fists, her shoulders shook violently, and when she raised her head, her lower lip had been bitten out of blood.

She didn't answer, her eyes were resolute, and she walked towards Mo Xingran on the high platform step by step, and several villagers saw this and tied her to the stake.

"Don't be afraid. Mo Xingran looked at her sideways, his handsome face was filled with a warm smile like spring, and his eyes contained the stars of the nine heavens.

Wuge looked at Mo Xingran and nodded.

The old man spoke at this time: "In that case, let the rest go." ”

Feng Jue still failed to come back to his senses in surprise, Mo Kong stared at Mo Xingran on the high platform, the emotions in his eyes were very complicated, and then helped Ran Ling to walk towards the entrance of the village.

"Princess, let's go" Meng Fanqing walked to Feng Jue's side and bowed his hand slightly.

Feng Jue, who came back to her senses, shook her head violently, and she hissed: "Third brother, tell them that you are innocent, Feng Jue will not leave, Feng Jue will wait for you." Tears welled up in her eyes.

Mo Xingran looked at Feng Jue when he heard this: "Feng Jue, you are obedient." Choked up slightly, he said again: "Meng Fanqing, don't take Feng Jue away quickly!"

Meng Fanqing saluted Mo Xingran, ignored Feng Jue's struggle and crying, picked her up by the waist, and walked towards the entrance of the village.

The old man raised the cane in his hand at this time: "Light the fire." ”

The villagers threw the torches in their hands to the firewood on the high platform, only to see the fire suddenly rise, blazing the sky, the blazing flame is enough to be one person high, trapping the two in the middle of the high platform, the smoke from the burning of the firewood goes straight to the eyes and nose, making people suffocate.

Wuge coughed dryly, choking tears, she only felt that she had nothing to pity in this life, if there was anything, it was that she had never loved someone unforgettable, she looked sideways at Mo Xingran, in the firelight, his face was so handsome and resolute.

Mo Xingran suddenly shouted: "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, I killed that monster, if you still have a conscience, can you release the woman beside me, she is indeed innocent." ”

"She is innocent, and the villagers of Moxi Village are even more innocent! Do dozens of of us, old and young, deserve to be buried with you?" shouted from the people under the high platform.

Mo Xingran lowered his head and muttered, "Just let me beg you." The voice was pale and weak, but it was clearly heard without a song.

Wu Ge's eyes widened when he heard this, and his eyes were full of tears. When did he learn that he was a woman, and why did he defend her like this?

Wuge let out a hoarse shout at Mo Xingran, and she suddenly remembered that he had said the sachet, and suddenly seemed to react to something.

"Do you remember?Fairy?" Mo Xingran looked up, his words a little teasing, his gaze was particularly stunning in the firelight at this time.

Mo Xingran was actually the man who saved her in Guyuan Village that day!

The old man sneered: "Hahaha, wow, what a pair of bitter mandarin ducks, so let's do it, since you want to save her, then you can drain your own blood and sacrifice to the sky, if she hasn't been burned to death at that time, then I will let her go." ”

"Okay, talk about it!"

A knife was thrown up under the high platform, Mo Xingran stretched out his foot with difficulty to reach it, lifted his toes, kicked the knife into the air, and struggled to hold the handle of the knife with his mouth, the sharp blade cut his face, blood flowed, but he ignored it, lowered his head and cut the rope on his body.

"Don't try to play tricks, there are forty of us, and there are only two of you, and if you dare to do anything, we will sacrifice you to the sky, and then it will not be so pleasant. I don't know who shouted.

The flames soared into the sky, and the air above the flames was scorched into phantoms by the heat, and Wuge swept towards a group of villagers on the ground, their faces distorted like ghosts.

After Mo Xingran sawed off the rope, he squatted on the ground and silently made a few mouth shapes to Wuge, the fire was too strong, Wuge couldn't see what he said, just saw his hand holding a knife and heading towards his neck.

Wuge's tears suddenly couldn't stop flowing, why did this Mo Xingran fight to the death for her, how could he not understand, how could those villagers let her go! She had difficulty breathing, she wanted to say no, but she could only scream in a hoarse voice, she shook her head vigorously, but Mo Xingran no longer looked at her.

Mo Xingran held the knife against his neck, the blade glowed with cold light, his hand trembled a little, inadvertently cut the skin on his neck, blood snaked down his neck, warm, his eyes closed, his long eyelashes trembled.

Wuge was in a trance, she struggled desperately, and screamed silently.

She stared at Mo Xing Ran, watching his bright red blood flow down from his neck, suddenly, she felt a little manic in her heart, Mo Xing dyed blood seemed to have an indescribable mellowness, she was deeply attracted by this mellowness, and even forgot that they were in danger at this time.

Her head ached excruciatingly, as if it had been smashed with a heavy hammer, and a scene flashed through her mind, staring at the fire with empty eyes, and the sparks "crackling" in the air.

She vaguely saw a vast land in the fire that she had never seen before, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. There is a lonely snow-capped mountain on the vast white earth, and there is an ancient tree at the top of the snow-covered peak, and there is a young man in white under the ancient tree, he holds the woman in front of him, and smiles at the woman with crooked eyebrows and eyes, and the woman also smiles at him...

Wuge couldn't see that face clearly, her heart seemed to have been suddenly cut by a thousand knives, a heart was suddenly full of holes, she resisted the inexplicable bloodthirsty impulse in her chest, and endured the sharp pain in her heart like a knife, her mind was blank, what was this pain, where did this bloodthirsty impulse come from...

Her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, delusions were revealed between the bones of her body, her head ached violently, and she was immersed in her own world and could not extricate herself.

Mo Xingran turned his head to look at her, what was wrong with her, it was really reassuring.

The moon in the sky disappeared, the clouds dispersed, and in the clear sky, a lone star hung alone in the northwest, and there seemed to be strange birds laughing in the mountains and forests at the head of the village.

I don't know who in the audience shouted: "The time is coming, you can't wait any longer, increase the firepower, throw some firewood up, and burn them both to death!"

"Wait! I'll do it. Mo Xingran looked at Wuge deeply and slowly closed his eyes.

"Childe don't!" The bamboo under the high platform suddenly rushed out of the crowd out of nowhere, and he was so small that he was drowned in the crowd, unable to see his figure, and could only hear his wailing voice.

"Childe, don't believe them! They are not human at all!"