Chapter 37: Saving the Village [2]

She thought excitedly, she must tell Sister Yi about this tomorrow, Sister Yi will definitely regret not seeing such a wonderful scene.

After everyone left completely, Zuo Xixi still stood quietly on the pavilion, the sun's light was refracted on his body, and his fiery red hair seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light, hazy and dreamy.

His hair was clear, a pair of charming Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his lips were shallow with a smile, and the whole person was evil and demonic.

At the moment when he saw ten thousand arrows firing at once, his heart beat violently, and an irrepressible feeling broke through, and he couldn't help but want to step forward to help, not wanting to see her being killed by ten thousand arrows.

However, she also surprised him, she never stopped "surpriseing" him, he only felt that she was like a thick classical text, no matter how you read it, you can't finish it.

At that moment, his mood was happy, and his heart, which was beating violently, had calmed down, but it was more throbbing.

His hand was tightly clenched on the sword, and he looked at her arrogantly with a smile, at that moment, as if there were only two of them left in the world, his mood was surging, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Standing alone for a long time, Zuo Xixi slowly left.

As if he was afraid that this bond would disturb mortal hearts, he did not say goodbye to anyone, and hurriedly returned to China with a few cultivators.

When Yi Fei returned to the village, Aunt Zhang and the two were fighting with dozens of masters at the entrance of the village, with two enemies and dozens of them, and finally the two of them were outnumbered no matter how high their martial arts were, and the deep wounds on their bodies were crossed, and the blood slowly overflowed.

The people of the village closed their doors in panic, tightly fastening the deadbolts, and even the excitement of the last day of the auction festival disappeared, leaving their faces full of panic and helplessness.

Yi Fei concocted a fake seventy or eighty black-clothed people who were exactly like herself, moving quickly and surrounding those black-clothed people with an indifferent expression, and she dragged Aunt Zhang and the two to the village.

Yi Fei tore off the black veil, revealing a slightly sweaty little face, and quickly ripped off the corners of his clothes to bandage the two of them.

The only thing Ifei is proud of is that although she doesn't have any spiritual power, the spells drawn by her hands are no different from spiritual runes, so she can illustrate so many shadows without losing spiritual power.

It's just a pity that she can't draw spells invisibly like a super high-level exorcist, if so, I'm afraid that her illusory shadow will definitely not be able to kill!

Still, those illusory shadows can withstand it for a while.

Several people acted separately, gathering all the villagers from the head of the village to the end of the village, and the village chief Zhang Lao took the lead.

Everyone was carrying large bags and small bags, looking very anxious.

Yi Fei made a long story short, and it was nothing more than that Prince Youdong came to hunt them down with his guards, so he had to take them to other places to take refuge first.

Some of them were dissatisfied, "Why did the prince of Youdong come to the Seven Star City to hunt down, we are the citizens of the Seven Star City, and we have not made any mistakes." ”

Some others glared at him sideways, "You still don't know Prince Youdong's brutal personality! He doesn't care if you are a citizen of Seven Star City or not, he can kill him!"

When everyone was shouting, You Donghuang had already brought a large number of people to the small village.

Riding a horse and looking at the plaque of Ping'an Village on his head, he waved it down with a fierce palm, and rode across the horse.

A thousand elite soldiers quickly surrounded the village of more than 100 people, and surrounded them in groups, all of them holding bows and arrows with fire in their hands.