Le Wuwu has never seen such a tragic situation.

If she was in the illusion world before, she was frightened by the battle of the ruins, then at this time she was saddened by what she saw in front of her.

Perhaps because they stopped the water before and did not let it overflow, Jingshui has returned to calm, and it is not as terrifying as it was seen before. Verdant as the distant mountains and forests, it sparkles in the sunlight and only ripples when the survivors pounce. If you don't know, you'll think they're just playing in the water.

But the stumps and rubble hidden under this calm water, and the messy vegetation around it, all remind everyone of what happened here just a moment ago.

Faint blood seeped upwards from the cracks in the rubble, and it was impossible to tell whether the gray-white water was the large-leaved privet that was abundant here, or the limbs of the unfortunate.

Le Wuwu subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, she couldn't distinguish the color, so the gray and white in the water was extraordinarily bright and dazzling, and it poked straight into her heart under the reflection of the sun.

She grabbed Xiao Boran's sleeve and said in an inaudible voice, "Save them." ”

Xiao Boran nodded, and as he raised his hand, the water receded little by little, the broken embankment gradually returned to its original state, and everything hidden under the water was also in his eyes.

He gently covered Le Wuwu's eyes with his free hands, "Don't look." ”

Start with a moist sheet.

Actually, she could have guessed.

Whether it is a natural disaster with an unusually heavy rainstorm or a man-made disaster with a violent explosion, there are eggs under the nest.

Even if it was hidden under the embankment, not a single intact corpse was left.

The people who survived had no time to think about how contrary to their ordinariness was what was happening. One by one, they walked along the still wet riverbed, looking for the whereabouts of their loved ones.

For a moment, shouts, cries, and shouts rang out.

Le Wuwu still couldn't hold back, opened his eyes, and looked through the gaps in his wide knuckles. Bounded by the embankment, one side is calm as usual as if nothing had ever happened, while on the other side, there is a lot of mourning.

She took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, I can do it." "She wanted to find the sweet potato, the first person she wanted to protect in this mortal world.

She gently brushed away Xiao Boran's hand, closed her eyes and twisted the trick, to find the whereabouts of her spiritual power.

How she wished that the sweet potato would listen to her words and bring the bead she had given her that contained her spiritual power.

She searched and searched, and finally felt her strength in a corner very close to the embankment.

Le Wuwu hurriedly squatted down and moved the gravel under his hand one by one.

"I'll help you." Xiao Boran wanted to cast a spell to remove all the stones, but was stopped by Le Wuwu.

"No, I can." She was afraid that using her spiritual power would cause secondary damage to the sweet potato.

Xiao Boran didn't speak again, just silently stepped back and watched his surroundings vigilantly. He was afraid that Fang Cai's actions would provoke the immortals who came here.

"Ahh Joy screamed.

Xiao Boran hurriedly pulled her up and hugged her in his arms.

He looked down at the trembling carefree in his arms, and saw that her hands were red.

That's someone else's blood.

Xiao Boran raised his hand to blue the gravel, only to find that there was a person pressed under the rubble.

The man was tall and kneeling down. And his back, under the multiple effects of explosives, rubble, and water, has been peeled open. The flesh that had turned outward had turned white from soaking, and only one wound was oozing red blood, as if the original fragile barrier had been pierced.

He realized that he must have been happy to dig rocks with his bare hands and accidentally inserted his finger into the wound.

And worry-free can't tell the color, so you can't distinguish the color of the meat. When I was a child, I was teased and ate raw the meat of the spirit that was about to transform into a swagger mountain, and I never touched raw meat ever since. Fang must have been frightened by the sudden wetness and the sticky and soft touch of the wound.

While reassuring Le Wuwu that he was not a sweet potato, he beckoned the surrounding villagers to dig people out.

"Worry-free, you see, it's a sweet potato."

Following the direction of his finger, the sweet potato was wrapped in a layer of moon-white light, lying peacefully under the man's original body, without a trace of scars on his body, except for some wrinkles on his clothes, not even a trace of water stains. And a crystal clear bead on the neck flew out of the underwear and hung on the chest, emitting a moon-white light to protect the whole body.

That is the spirit bead that Le Wuwu gave him.

Le Wuwu almost crawled to the sweet potato with his hands and feet, just like he did fifty years ago, and crawled towards her sister in embarrassment.

She reached into the halo with trembling hands, and gently probed his snort, for fear that she would not be able to protect his life because of her low spiritual power.

She pressed her head against the sweet potato's forehead, and could finally confirm that the sweet potato was safe and sound under the protection of her spiritual power. Even if she hadn't touched his head with one hand and water, the sweet potato would still be dry.

As the halo slowly disappeared, the sweet potato also woke up and turned around, "Sister, where is my father?" ”

Le Wuwu felt a pain in his heart.

He looked up at the corpse, which had already been covered with a white cloth. Parents in this world are like this, even if they have not been around for a long time, the heart of love for their son has not been weakened in the slightest, and the crisis must be the first to bear the brunt in front of their children, no matter race, no matter age, just like an uncle who spent half his life to save his sister.

hugged the sweet potato tightly and muttered, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Sideways, looking at the embankment. Although the masonry is shattered, it is no longer the magnificent appearance of the past. But it was so clean, even more so than it was, not to mention half a trace of blood, that is, there was not even dust. If it were not for personal experience, I am afraid that no one would know that it had caused such a terrible thing, became a tool of evildoers, and did such a bad thing.

But damn it, I'm afraid it's the water. It is so clear and clear, and it cleans away all the filth harmlessly from humans and animals. Even the traces of those who died were erased, and the evidence of the sordid nature of the evildoers was gone.

Although Xiao Boran is a general in the fairy world, the method of leading the troops of the immortal fan is also very similar, and it only took two sticks of incense to integrate the number of casualties.

It turned out that just as everyone was singing and dancing to the bottom of the dam, I don't know who suddenly shouted "there is a situation", and then there were several deafening explosions, and several people were blown up on the spot. Before everyone could react, the embankment had been destroyed, and the water poured down, quickly knocking everyone unconscious, and buried them all before they had time to call for help. Only a few who were far away were spared.

This day is destined to be an extraordinary day, every household hangs white flags, the village is as quiet as deep winter, and there is no dog barking.

From the sunrise to the east, to the west of the sun, the soil under the dam was turned over and over, for a time it was like a swamp, sticky and soft, walking on it for a while a stumbling. The remaining prime of life and soldiers were silent the whole time, and they buried the victims on the spot with the wet earth and golden afterglow, and they didn't even have time to prepare a straw mat.

Xiao Boran and Le Wuwu didn't use a trace of magic like this, like ordinary people, burying familiar people one after another.

"Are you immortals?" The eldest son of the village chief's family finally asked a question that he had not dared to ask.

The village chief stood at the front of the line when he said goodbye, so he died at the first time of the incident. The eldest son, who was lame due to an injury from farm work, naturally had to carry this big matter at this time.

Le Wuwu nodded, and shook his head again, "Maybe it used to be." ”

What kind of immortal is she? It's just a fugitive who has been exiled and hid in other worlds, and even the courage to save people needs to hesitate.

"Then why can't you save them? Aren't all immortals able to predict prophets? The eldest son of the village chief had ruddy eyes and a little anger between his eyebrows.

Worry-free talk.

Xiao Boran stretched out his hand to protect Le Wuwu behind him, and said with a look of looking down at the world: "Cause and effect in the world have their own fate, and many things are not controllable by the deity. I also hope that you understand and know who you are. ”

The eldest son of the village chief frowned, and a hot tear rolled down, "My father is so good to you, so good. ”

The words did not continue, but Le Wuwu understood. He was complaining that they had saved it too late.

yes, they saved it too late.

After staying in Jingshui Village for a long time for more than a month, they have forgotten that they are still immortals, and they have long lost the habits that immortals should have.

Thinking back to the unusual nebula yesterday evening, the flower stand that was blown down by the wind in the morning, if they had pinched their fingers earlier, so many people would not have lost their lives.

"Not really."

The sweet potato broke free from his mother's pull and ran to the front.

"Not really! My sister and brother are living immortals, they saved me, they saved our house, they saved everyone! If it weren't for them, we'd all be dead a long time ago. After saying that, he knelt down and pretended to be deep: "Daddy told me that those who know magic are immortals, and immortals are born with a bodhisattva heart, just like my sister." When I see the gods and want to kowtow, the gods will bless me. "A head hit the ground, leaving a shallow pit in the dirt." Thank you Sister Fairy and Brother Fairy for saving our lives. ”

Everyone seemed to react to something, and they knelt on the ground in unison.

Le Wuwu burst into tears, and the last bit of guilt was also dragged out by the sweet potatoes. She wanted to go down to the Yellow Spring like this and beg the Netherworld Mansion King to find out the reason, but she couldn't.

She squatted down, raised her hand and touched the sweet potato's head, and muttered, "It's my sister who is not good, and I can't save your father." ”

"Daddy told me that he wouldn't really leave, but he would turn into a star in the sky and look at me like this all the time. And I want to become a hero like my father, be a general, and bring a peaceful and prosperous world to this world. So that other children don't want to be separated from father and son like me. ”

Le Wuwu looked at the childish child with his head up, his eyes were clear and firm, and he remembered that there was such a person when he was a child, patting his immature chest, threatening to grow up as soon as possible, glorify the lintel of Lejia, and protect the eldest sister and young master.

"Okay, when the sweet potato grows up, he will be like your father, be a big hero who stands up to the sky, and the world is clear."

The former boy has grown up, he has been a general and a hero in the mortal world, and when he returns to the fairy world, he will be able to protect his eldest sister and protect his family as he said when he was young.

"Don't worry, it's time for us to go." Xiao Boran stroked her sleeve and said.

yes, it's time to go.

If you don't leave and be discovered, everything you want to protect will disappear in the end.

Getting up and forgetting to glance at the people in front of her, she didn't know whether what she had done was a blessing or a curse for them.

But she knows that on the road ahead, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and her blessings have passed, and disasters are waiting for her.