The next day, when Ju Yiran woke up, Han Qingge was no longer in the house, he got out of bed, there was a pot of freshly brewed tea on the table, the teapot was still hot, it seemed that she had just gone out.

When I opened the door, it was already bright outside, and it looked like it was almost noon, and I had slept long enough. He moved his arm, and there was pain in all the wounds, and the few palms were just gone, only Han Qingge's sword almost stabbed him in the heart.

She was born of a wood, why did she have such a violent atmosphere? When she was sober, she didn't know anything about what had happened before. Ju Yiran recalled the scene at that time when Han Qingge, obviously she could kill all the obscurity in an instant, and her cultivation was at least above the true immortal. But she almost killed him, could it be that in that situation, it was difficult for her to control herself?

Ju Yiran thought for a while, drank the tea in the cup, returned to the house and put down the empty cup, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, what about the people in the village? Why didn't he see anyone.

It's been so long, why hasn't Han Qingge come back yet?

Turning around and going out the door, there was really no one anywhere, until he went around the room in front of him and went in the direction of the spring, only to find that it was not no one, but everyone gathered around the spring.

With so many people gathered here, one by one standing straight and motionless without making a sound, this scene was almost catching up with the stone mercenaries of the Lord of the Southern Continent.

He didn't care what they were doing, he only cared about where Han Qingge had gone?

Ju Yiran walked a few steps outward, and felt that something was wrong, so he jumped up on the spot, jumped on everyone's heads, and was startled, Han Qingge was tied up by them and thrown on a raft.

A ball of cloth was stuffed in her mouth, and the two looked at each other, Han Qingge's eyes were full of anxiety, and she didn't know what to say. Ju Yiran swooped down, the sword already in hand.

Han Qingge was so anxious that he kept shaking his head, but he turned a blind eye, landed on the raft, and cut the hemp rope on her body with a sword and took out the cloth ball in his mouth.

"Let's go, quick!" said Han Qingge urgently.

At this time, Ju Yiran also discovered something unusual here, these people had bled from seven holes and were already dead anymore.

Who did it? Could it be Han Qingge? But the next moment he denied it, if she was she wouldn't be tied to the raft. Who the hell is it?

The middle of this spring is not a good place to think about problems, he hugged Han Qingge's waist and was about to fly out, when suddenly the spring water stirred, and the huge suction force trapped him and Han Qingge on the raft.

He swung his sword and slashed, and there was an ouch from below, and the churning of the water slowed down.

Sure enough, there was something.

Ju Yiran slashed out five more swords in a row, and there were three painful cries from below, and he was dodged by two swords. But this time he also figured out the position of the other party, the sword body was vertical, and stabbed down violently, and when the spring water set off a huge wave, the small raft was held high.

As soon as the suction under the feet of the two loosened, Ju Yiran seized the opportunity to jump away with Han Qingge. The two of them could see clearly in the air, and under the raft was a middle-aged man with big ears and square head.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a black lotus around his neck, no one would be able to associate such an honest-looking person with the events in front of him.

Ju Yiran noticed that his attack just now only left a few shallow wounds on his body, only the last sword stabbed him in the arm, and the wound was deeper.

His heart sank slightly, who is this person?

The man threw away the raft from his head, and he fell into the water again, crying out like madness, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts me." ”

As soon as this voice came out, Ju Yiran understood, waved the sword in his hand vigorously, and said, "He arrested you?"

"It's not him, it's the people of these villages. ”

"How did they die?"

Han Qingge's gaze fell below and said, "He killed him." ”

It turned out that Han Qingge got up in the morning and saw that she and Ju Yiran were sleeping in the same bed, so frightened that she quickly got up and sat in the house for a while, and saw that he didn't mean to wake up, so she thought about going out to see if she could find something to eat. She ate the fish he made last night, and she wanted to make something for him to taste.

But as soon as she went out, she found all the villagers blocked at the door, each with a hoe or sickle, and they did not look like they were going to work, but to fight.

Han Qingge held the door frame, looked at them suspiciously, and then looked behind and beside him, as if he was really coming for himself.

"Guys, what's the matter?" she asked, as the men raised their weapons.

Han Qingge retreated into the house, but thinking that the house was the same, she stepped out again and closed the door, saying, "I don't know what the two of us have offended your village, if there is anything wrong, I will try my best to make up for it." ”

After she finished speaking, those people just stared at her, Han Qingge wondered, why didn't they say a word? Thinking of this, she remembered that it seemed that she hadn't heard them talk since she got here, except for children who would laugh a few times, adults didn't even make a sound.

Could it be that the whole village is dumb?

In the crowd stood a middle-aged man, his face was dark and thin, with a few sparse beards on his lips, his eyes like eagles, and two stones in his hands.

The stones look very ordinary, and you can pick up a lot of them by every river, and there are countless more beautiful ones than this.

But when the man approached with these two pebbles, she found that there were two small fish wrapped in them, both of which had turned their stomachs, one of which was still moving, and the other was motionless.

Han Qingge's heart jumped, could this fish have anything to do with the two they ate last night? Could it be that they ate someone else's ancestral fish?

Han Qingge's gaze fell on the one that was still moving, and he hurriedly said, "I can save it, I'll save it." ”

The middle-aged man looked at her vigilantly, Han Qingge took a step forward, and said, "I can really save it, believe me." ”

The middle-aged man looked to the side, some of the villagers beside him shook their heads and some nodded, and Han Qingge saw that there was a joke and hurriedly said: "If you discuss this fish ancestor again, it will really be hopeless." ”

The middle-aged man handed her the fish, she reached out and was about to take it, but the man shrank back again, shook his head at her, pointed at the fish, and pointed at himself, the meaning couldn't be clearer, the fish he held Han Qingge can only be touched by medicine.

If you don't take it, don't take it, as long as she crosses her life force, she can save this fish ancestor. She put her hands on top, closed her eyes, and concentrated, but time passed minute by minute, and she couldn't even feel the spiritual power of the vitality.

Han Qingge hated herself to death, why didn't it work at the critical moment? She quietly opened a slit in her eyes, and the people around her were on guard, and the hostility on her face continued unabated. She tried a few more times, but the fish still didn't react at all, and even the tail swing was getting smaller and smaller.

When she opened her eyes, the middle-aged man looked at her suspiciously, and if it was a knife in all directions, it would be able to stab her into a honeycomb at this moment.

Han Qingge tried hard to remember what she did in the Golden Spirit Sect, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it. On the contrary, it was the ancestor of this fish, who had a straight tail, and a pair of fish eyes looked at Han Qingge, and never moved again.