Every day, he has mixed and emotional feelings. Drunken dust and other former friends also came to congratulate him, such a beautiful day, he hopes to be able to glue it, let every time go slowly.

Everything was beautiful until that rainy night.

He remembered every inch of detail, and he didn't dare to forget. He couldn't forget it either. Whenever he remembered the slightest memory, the pain of that year immediately broke his nerves.

That rainy night was the craziest and most unreal.

Rain. The sound of the wind swayed the thick trunks of the trees, and fierce thunder and lightning flashed across the night sky.

The ghosts and gods wept, and the night outside the window seemed like the end of the collapse. The candles in the room were faint, and from time to time they were extinguished by the cold wind that swept in.

Similarly, on that terrible rainy night, Jiu Rufang, who was pregnant for ten months, was about to have a sign of childbirth.

Poinsettia looked at her painful appearance, and her heart hung high. He was busy in the house back and forth, bringing soup and changing cloths, and carefully wiping the sweat from his wife's face.

He clenched Jiurufang's hand tightly, because Jiurufang didn't want him to leave. In an instant, he saw her when he first met, weak and hesitant, facing himself, as if he had grasped the last straw of his life.

Because they had already looked for the midwife during the day, they only said that it was not time. But seeing his wife endure such pain, Poinsettia Plum also felt pain in her body.

After thinking about it for a moment, he decided to go to the midwife and ask her to take care of his wife.

Their lodgings are located on the mountainside, some distance from the town below. Poinsettia gently stroked the back of Jiuru's hand, asking her to let go of her hand first, and he would go back as soon as he went.

Jiurufang was a little childlike at first, but she quickly let go of her hand meekly. Poinsettia nodded at her, and every second counted, rushing out the door.

"Knock" raindrops crashed against the door. Fearless of the wind and rain, Poinsettia Plum pulled the latch open, and the howling wind mixed with the rain drenched him.

He was so anxious that he hurried out of the house.

Step through the courtyard and open the gate. Although it was dark in front of him, he was familiar with the path down the mountain along the road.

However, the impending doom chose this most critical moment and found him in trouble.

Poinsettia hadn't taken a few steps when she suddenly heard a heavy breath hidden in the sound of the rain, and ...... Right in front of you.

He couldn't see his fingers, only the electric light of the night occasionally allowed him to see what was ahead.

In an instant, a shining thunderbolt fell, and a miserable white silver light illuminated the earth, and an astonishing roar was heard in the raging wind and rain.

And Poinsettia Plum, at the same moment, saw the face of the nameless roadblock in front of her.

And this sight made him tremble.

The face of the roadblocker, from the back to the back of the neck, was covered with a patch of deerskin. And on his face, there was a hideous and terrifying expression, a messy mustache and red bloody eyes, as if a powerful ghost from Huangquan was asking for his life.

Sensing that the comer was not good, Poinsettia Mei took two steps back vigilantly, and her eyebrows sank.

The rain between the two seemed to be steaming instantly, emitting bursts of gray mist.

Poinsettia realized that this was the aura emanating from the person in front of her. To be able to have such skills, this roadblocker, I'm afraid it will be very tricky.

He was always thinking about the burden on his shoulders at this moment, and he couldn't afford to delay every moment.

Therefore, he did not choose to go to war immediately. Even though he knew the odds were slim, he still begged the man in a low voice, begging him to make way for himself and not to embarrass his wife and children.

However, the person in front of him turned a deaf ear. When he mentioned his children and wife, the sore eyelid jumped slightly.

Seeing that the person in front of him did not react, the poinsettia plum could not continue to consume, so he had to take a detour to leave.

However, before he could take a step, the man stood in front of him again. The slippery grass was littered with scraped branches, and the poinsettia plum felt the flames of anxiety in her heart grow stronger.

The person in front of him was not in a hurry to attack him, but Poinsettia Mei's patience quickly ran out.

Worried about the safety of his wife in the house, Poinsettia Plum suddenly struck out with a sword and cut the rain. And when the man saw that he finally couldn't hold his breath, he also put on a posture and fought with the poinsettia plum.

Summoning his life, the martial arts of the roadblocker are completely above him. Whether it was power or speed, the obvious gap made him quickly take care of himself, and the messy sword style gradually faded in the night rain.

Poinsettia Mei didn't know why this person was sniping at him, and he couldn't cope with the killing moves that were being pressed by the layers.

Even if he tried his best, even if he had no reservations, the roadblock in front of him was like an endless night, fanning the random wind and rain, and forcing his breathing space.

After a slight delay in strength, he suddenly changed color in shock.

Seeing his flaws, the roadblocker gathered strength with his fist, and with a "clang" sound, he knocked his sword flying and plunged into the soaked grass and mud.

In an instant, at the same time, a blast of thunder split in the distant sky, and the mountains near and far let out a terrifying rumbling sound.

With another palm, the man easily knocked the poinsettia plum to the ground. As if beating a child, Poinsettia Plum was instantly covered in mud and embarrassed.

The man walked slowly toward him, tiptoe contemptuously kicking over the grass, all of which were raised in the face of Poinsettia.

The wind and rain seemed to blow all over him, and Poinsettia Plum shivered horribly as she watched him walk step by step.