Han Jingyang looked at the villagers who slowly withdrew from the courtyard and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Not nervous?

That's impossible!

No matter how confident you are, in the face of this surging angry villager, your body will instinctively feel the threat and issue a warning, and this instinctive reaction is the essence of fear.

The same goes for other emotions.

Therefore, people often say that they want to control their emotions, but in fact, they use a strong heart to suppress their instincts.

Because of this, it's a very difficult thing to do, and only a very small number of people can really control their emotions.

The so-called forgetfulness of Taoism actually means this, which is to teach people to control their emotions, not to teach them to completely forget their emotions.

Buddhism is similar.

The so-called practice, stripped of religious overtones, is almost the same in nature.

He is not a cultivator, he has never cultivated at all, and he doesn't even know how to meditate, settle down, and carry around every day, but only some specious theories.

Therefore, he is far from being able to do the legendary Taishang forgetfulness.

It's just that he has confidence, so he can maintain his calmness on the surface.

His confidence is naturally full of magic weapons.

To deal with these ordinary people who have not cultivated, the attributes of any prop can work.

A simple "majesty" attribute can drink away from the villagers.

What is the majesty attribute for?

It is to strengthen one's own majesty.

The more majestic it is, the more effective it is to speak, and there is a sense of convincing that makes people feel comfortable and sincere.

It's not too easy to deal with these villagers.

Han Jingyang was not too happy to drink everyone away with the word "roll" blessed with the majestic attribute, because this matter is too troublesome today, and there are still many follow-ups to deal with, and there are even some things he doesn't know how to deal with, such as the murderer.

Zhou Zhenhua died of murder, he must not walk away as an insider, he has no official status, if he doesn't want to cause a big mess, the best way is to give an explanation to the villagers, at least let the villagers rest assured.

Otherwise, even if he leaves Shenzhuang Village smoothly, there will inevitably be trouble afterwards.

When there was a homicide case, the villagers in the same village could not act as if nothing had happened.

So, he frowned slightly, and quickly thought about what to do next.

Meanwhile.

Downtown Springs.

Sunshine Garden Villa Community.

Villa 8.

A quiet room with excellent sound insulation.

The protagonist of each oil painting is a woman wearing a red cheongsam bridal dress, each woman's temperament is almost exactly the same as Doudou's mother, plump, sweet, gentle and lovely, but their postures are different, sitting, standing, squatting, lying on their backs, lying on their stomachs and even other shameful shapes.

However, their eyes were just right in the center of the ashram.

In the center of the ashram is a square mat.

In the center of the mat is a round futon.

There was a man sitting cross-legged on the futon.

This man is short in stature, with a flat head, a square face, small eyes, hanging eyebrows, and is very ugly, but his skin is very white, similar to the top sheep fat jade.

This person is the owner of the villa, Lu Zhiqiang.

Lu Zhiqiang closed his eyes, but showed a hideous smile, and said softly at the same time: "Qianqian, let's do it, kill the one surnamed Han, kill him, I will let you go and let you reunite with your husband, believe me, this time I really didn't lie to you." ”

"Think about your husband, think about your daughter, don't hesitate."

"That surnamed Han is not a good person, otherwise he wouldn't have watched your husband die on a tree and be indifferent, you know, he is very strong, with his strength, he can save your husband with his fingers, but he didn't do anything, so ......"

"The one surnamed Han is your husband-killing enemy."

"The one surnamed Han not only killed your husband, but also killed Doudou."

"I wasn't very nice to you before, but now? Did I never force you again? Right? If you don't want to kill the surnamed Wang, I won't kill him, if you want Doudou to learn oil painting, I'll be his teacher every night, you don't want Doudou to be like you, I'll try my best to teach Doudou to practice, otherwise Doudou can have now? ”

"Why Do Beanie Live So Long? Not because of you? ”

"Qianqian, I always only love you, so, for me, for you, and for your husband and your daughter, do it."

"If you kill the kid surnamed Han, I will definitely abide by my promise and let you go, just like I keep my promise not to kill Wang Zhiwei."

"With this kid surnamed Han, you will never be able to live a peaceful and peaceful life, you have seen a lot of this kind of person, the same self-proclaimed justice, but in fact, he is self-righteous and self-esteem, and he can't tolerate a poor person like us in his eyes, and he will not hesitate to destroy us when he sees us."

"So, even if it's for your own sake, kill him!"

"Well, this is the last time I beg you, kill him, just like the last time."

"Pounce on him, burrow into his head, and swallow his primordial spirit in one gulp!"

"Do it!"

"Quick!"

Beanie House.

The woman's face in the sky paused for a long time, looked at Zhou Zhenhua covered with a white cloth and Doudou who fell to the ground, and rushed towards Han Jingyang without hesitation.

Han Jingyang, who bowed his head and pondered, was unaware of the situation in the sky.

Liu Jing and the others are the same.

Only Lin Yuegui sensed something.

The moment the woman's face fell, the hairs on her whole body exploded, and she shouted: "Be careful—"

However, before the voice fell, the woman had already pounced on Han Jingyang.

The next second.

A green aura emerged from Han Jingyang's body, and it quickly condensed into a mini peachwood sword, stabbing at the woman's face.

The green mini mahogany sword silently pierced the woman's face, bringing out a large black and red breath before turning around and stabbing down.

Flexible, fast, and unusually sharp, the miniature sword threads the needle and threads the needle and threads the woman's face back and forth.

It only took a few seconds to wear dozens of rounds.

The woman's face was scarred, and there were holes everywhere from the green mahogany sword that had pierced through it.

At first, the woman's face could quickly fill these holes, but soon there was no time to take care of it, and the speed of making up for it could not keep up with the piercing speed of the green sword.

Ten seconds later.

The green mini sword was no longer windy, and quickly retracted into the hundred-year-old peachwood core carved sword in Han Jingyang's pocket.

This humble little sword is a five-grade prop.

Although there are no skills.

But the attribute is to break the evil, and completely restrain the evil thing of the woman's face.

It's just that attributes alone can't kill this woman's face.

It's also a skill.

Han Jingyang pinched the trick expressionlessly, cast a spell, and shouted: "A hundred evils are easy to dispel—"

The next second.

The blue aura came out, condensing into a peachwood sword with lightning strikes.

The peachwood sword is simple and majestic, and there is a trace of electric light constantly wandering in the lightning strike pattern on the sword body, like a thunder and lightning magic weapon descended from the sky.

The peachwood sword with thunder light slowly rose into the air and suddenly slashed down.

Silent.

But at that moment, the lightning was blazing.

Fierce!

Lightning fast!

The woman's face realized that something was wrong, showed a screaming expression, and without hesitation, she gave up Han Jingyang's body and flew towards Doudou's body at an extremely fast speed.