"What did you do?" said Daoist Porcelain Cloth as he suddenly raised the red flame talisman in his hand and scolded Aoqi angrily.

Aoqi glanced at the porcelain cloth, ignored him, and a cold breath came out of his mouth, slowly rising, and soaring into the sky.

"Don't think I'm really afraid of you!" Porcelain Cloth said and chanted a spell on the flame talisman in his hand, the flame talisman turned into a fireball in his hand, and then he slammed the fireball out of his hand like an arrow from a bow and hit Aoqi, Aoqi frowned at the fireball, which was frozen in mid-air as a ball of ice ball and fell to the ground, the fireball was still not extinguished, and it was still burning in the ice ball.

The old man in the green robe urged the eight-legged green spider under the seat to come to him quickly, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said: "Brother porcelain cloth, enough, don't be embarrassed anymore, he is not at the same level as us, we can't fight him." ”

The porcelain cloth looked at the green-robed old man, and then at Aoqi not far away, and pulled his hand out of his arms with a clenched tooth, with an unwilling look.

"Mr. Ochie, you haven't answered the question I asked you just now, why are you here?" asked the green-robed old man with a respectful look at Ochie.

"I was defeated there. Ochie's tone of reply was full of reluctance but helplessness.

"Oh, a man as powerful as you would lose there?" the green-robed old man looked incredulous.

"Hahahaha... It's the grave of the mighty!" Ochie laughed suddenly.

The green-robed old man frowned and thought for a long time, then nodded and continued to ask, "Then have you seen that adult?"

Hearing this, Aoqi took a deep breath, then shook his head and sighed, "No, I haven't found the residence of that adult, and I was defeated by Mado on the way." ”

"Mado?!"

The green-robed old man was shocked when he heard this name, not only him, except for the man with the back sword who was still frozen in the ice, the other two were talking about tiger color change.

"That's right, it's him. Ochie replied as he looked at the green-robed old man with deep eyes.

"You mean, you met the legendary man, the Thunderbolt Liquid Grand Magi, Tovrin Mado?"

"Yes. Och nodded.

"It's no wonder you're defeated there," said the green-robed old man thoughtfully.

"Is that lord really in Demon Ridge?" the green-robed old man continued to ask.

"There, indeed, during the fight with Mado, there was a moment when I spotted it, but it was so fast that it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Occi recalled thoughtfully.

"Oh... So that's it..."

"You're no match for me, and I don't want to kill you, I'm going to think about how to defeat Mado and find the Lord in this village, so..."

The man with the sword on his back was free, the sword finger in his hand moved again, and the long sword that fell to the ground shook and flew again.

"Oh no!" was the first reaction of all the villagers.

Look at the sword that flew back into the scabbard behind the back of the sword-bearer man.

"Thank you, Mr. Och, for sparing my life. The sword was unsheathed, and the man with the sword on his back bowed respectfully to Aoqi.

Occhi looked at him and nodded, "Let's go, don't come back." ”

Hearing this, the man with the sword on his back looked at the old man in the green robe with a look of embarrassment, and the old man in the green robe also looked involuntarily.

"It's... Mr. Och, this is the mission of Mr. Sam, the Great Knight of Light, to kill everyone in this small mountain village, if we just go back... I'm afraid that old Mr. Sam will blame us for not doing well..."The old man in the green robe lowered his head and waved at Ochie again.

"That's what I'm here for, and I've received news that Mr. Sam has received an order from the adult to come here and kill a little child, and you can see that the little one is dead, and the rest of the people will let them go. As he spoke, Och pointed in the direction of me and the Ug, and the dead child in his mouth was referring to the Ug.

The green-robed old man looked in the direction of Aoqi's finger, still with a sad expression, and continued: "This is only one dead, but there is another, if Mr. Aoqi is willing to hand over the living child to me to dispose of, we will definitely not embarrass these innocent villagers." ”

"This—" Occhi frowned, looking in my direction again.

At this time, my father had already come to my and Wuge's side, and he heard that the death of a Wuge was not over, and the green-robed old man was going to kill his youngest son Vig together, and immediately blocked in front of me, holding the long knife in his hand.

"There are so many children in the village, do you want to kill them all?" Ochie asked rhetorically, turning his head to look at the green-robed old man.

"No, I just want that little kid who is crying, kill him, and we'll go back to our lives. The green-robed old man replied.

"So, let's all take a step back, and I don't want you to be embarrassed, and I'll let you take the dead child back and hand it over to Mr. Sam, you see, how about this?" Ochie was still haggling.

"This..."The green-robed old man looked at the other three people who were traveling with him, and the three of them nodded slightly.

"Well, well, if you insist on protecting the child, even if we rob it, it will be useless, then do as you say, hand over the dead child to us, and we will take the child's body back to die. ”

"Hmm—" Och nodded in satisfaction, looking at the corpse of the Ug and taking a deep breath.

"That gentleman, if a person cannot be resurrected from death, it is better to give the body of this child to them first, so that the living can continue to live in peace. Och shouted at his father.

My father looked down at the Wuge who had already swallowed his breath, and then turned his head to look at his mother not far away, who had already fainted from crying, Mrs. Tikage was taking care of her, and he looked at the seriously injured villagers, and finally he looked at me again, I knelt on the ground and held Wuge's hand tightly and refused to let go, still twitching, "Wuge Wuge" called Wuge's name, and his heart was extremely tormented at this time.

"Vig. "My father suddenly crouched down, grabbed me by the shoulders, and straightened my body.

"Father... Father... I gestured to my father at his body, and was already a little incoherent when I spoke.

"Wuge is gone, Goerfang's mother has also fainted, the uncle below has negotiated the conditions with the bad guys, if we hand over Wuge's body to them, then the whole village can live, and now we are the only two of us in our family who are sober, I want to ask you what you mean, do you want to hand over Wuge's body to them, in exchange for the chance of our whole village to live." ”

"I... I don't want Wuge to be taken away by them, can that uncle defeat them?"

"Vig, that uncle also has his own difficulties, and he has done his best to do what he is doing now. ”

"That—" I looked at the cold corpse of Ug, and tried to say the words "Then let them take them away" several times, but I couldn't say it after many attempts.

"Vig, look at those who are alive, at this time, should we think about everyone?" my father helped me up, and I stood up, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to the villagers not far away, and said to me.

In my eyes, everyone in the villagers who were very familiar with me in the past set their eyes on me and my father, as if we were the hope of their survival at this moment, and the power of life and death was in the hands of me and my father, and at this moment, I suddenly understood why my father chose to discuss this matter with an eight-year-old me, because his pressure was too great, and he wanted me to help him share half of it.

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, looked back at Wuge, and blinked my eyes fiercely, hoping to store Wuge's appearance in my mind forever, so I grabbed my father's hand, looked up at him, and said, "Then give Wuge to them." As I said this, tears welled up like a flood, but this time, I stopped them all in my eyes, and I gritted my teeth and shut them all in my eyes to prevent them from coming out.

My father heard my answer and nodded at me with a smile, a smile full of bitterness and helplessness, and two lines of hot tears slid down his cheeks.