At this time, Miaofu interjected: "Second brother, when you go out and see Sidu, call it back." It's so late, and I don't know where it went. ”

Han Bing nodded, and stepped out of the gate in a few steps. It turned out that the four stays had already run out to look for Yingtian.

After a while, Han Bing walked to the edge of the vegetable field outside, and saw a group of people coming in the direction of their house from a distance, and faintly heard the sound of "killing". He was immediately alert, and ran back.

"Mom, a group of people are here, not like good people!" Han Bing didn't talk much, and simply explained the situation to his family.

Miao Fu was sensitively worried: "Brother has been gone for so long and hasn't come back, will something happen?" Mom, I'll go out and have a look. ”

"No! Run to the back door and go out to find Yingtian! They won't do anything to me. At this time, Chunhe suddenly realized something, and the deep love of licking calves lifted her spirits, and she seemed to have no appearance of being languished and decadent on weekdays.

At this tense moment, Chunhe took out a small cloth bag from his arms, and a red string was tied to the cloth bag. She pulled Miaofu over, and without saying a word, put the string around her daughter's neck.

She anxiously said to Miaofu: "This is left by your father, you must protect it." When you see your eldest brother, give it to him with your own hands. Finally, she added, "Your father said that he would not give it to him until your eldest brother reached the Grand Master." ”

Then, Chunhe shouted loudly: "Let's go!" She urged the siblings, their eyes full of anxiety and concern.

She will not leave her ancestral house, let alone Tang Shuwen in the forest behind the house--- although it is just a well-dressed mound, but she just wants to stubbornly guard and rely on each other as companions.

What Chunhe thinks in her heart is that she will die with her husband even if she dies!

At this time, Miao Fu took out Yingtian's steel sword from the back room and handed it to Han Bing, taking advantage of the situation and pushing him towards the back door.

"Fu'er, what are you doing?!" Cold Ice's eyes widened, staring at Miaofu incredulously.

Miao Fu was not ambiguous, and when she pushed Han Bing out the back door, she hurriedly whispered: "Second brother, go find the eldest brother, I want to guard my mother!" As long as you don't have an accident, you can save us. ”

In this extremely tense situation, Miao Fu forgot the small cloth bag around her neck and her mother's instructions, after all, she had no idea what it was.

In the minds of the children, no matter what kind of important things are, they are not as important as the safety of the mother! This is the duty of being a child!

At this moment, only the sound of a motorcycle "Tutu" was heard. The two looked at each other, and Tang Feifei was riding an elevated motorcycle and parked not far from Weng Lin at home.

Tang Feifei kept beckoning them to get in the car, and whispered: "Tang Shaoliang has brought someone here, get in the car quickly!" ”

Miao Fu knows that her mother will not leave the house, and she will stay behind to take care of and protect her mother. She knew that the situation was urgent, and before Han Bing could react, she pushed him out, "Bang! The ground slammed the back door shut.

Han Bing's face was flushed, and his eyes were full of tears. He slammed the door and hissed, "Open the door!" ……”

Tang Feifei set up the motorcycle and ran over in a few steps. He couldn't help but force his way through the ice and pushed him into the car. Now Tang Feifei, who is in the early stage of the sixth layer of quenching, is not a problem to get rid of the cold ice of pathos and powerlessness with his tall and big figure.

Another "sudden" motorcycle sound sounded, and Tang Feifei quickly disappeared into the vast night with cold ice.

At this time, Haruhe pestle leaned against the door of the hall with a wooden stick. Weak, she sticks to her home like a door god and guards her family--- because the clothes behind the house are categorically inviolable!

Miao Fu ran to her mother and carefully reached out to hold her. Chunhe turned her head and found that her daughter hadn't left, and was about to get angry and reprimand, when she saw a group of people rushing into the yard.

"Old woman, hand over the things left by Tang Shuwen's dead ghost!" Tang Shaoliang took the lead and tried his best to perform.

Although Chunhe is only in her early forties, she has become depressed and sick due to long-term exhaustion after the loss of her husband. In addition, she was originally in poor health, and now her hair is half gray and haggard, and she looks like an old woman.

At this time, Miaofu's mother was heartfelt, and she opened her mouth with a red face and scolded: "Tang Shaoliang, you brute, you are a dog!" ”

"Hehe, this little girl is interesting." Nangong Ji squinted his eyes slightly and laughed. Immediately, he waved his right hand and said sharply: "Go in and search!" He couldn't wait, and he wasn't interested in forcing the mother and daughter, so he came directly and did things forcibly.

Chunhe held the wooden stick horizontally in his hand and tried to stand upright in front of the door, trying to stop everyone from coming.

Tang Shaoliang rushed to the front, pushed Chun Lotus with one palm, and rushed towards the room as if no one was around. Although Tang Shaoliang didn't use his internal qi, Chunhe couldn't stand his pushing, his body retreated sharply, and he threw his head to the ground heavily.

Miao Fu jumped up instantly, reached out to hug her mother, and fell to the ground in response. Although Miaofu was pressed under her mother to slow down the impact for her, both of them "snapped" and fell hard.

At this time, Chunhe's face was pale and foaming at the mouth, looking miserable as if he only had air out but no air intake.

"Mom!" Miaofu's face was full of tears, hugging her mother and crying. She endured the pain in her body and reluctantly sat up. A twelve-year-old girl faced so many powerful martial artists, she simply had no way to deal with it.

For a while, the pots and pans of the Chunhe family clanged and shriveled, and the sound of ping-pong turning over and over came and went.

Everyone searched for a long time, and after the warriors reported the situation one by one, Nangong Ji's face became more and more ugly, and he kept scolding and scolding in his mouth, and the word "waste" was frequently exported.

When the last innate martial artist reported the results, Nangong Ji was already furious, "Smack! The ground slapped it over, causing the other party to stumble.

Tang Shaoliang raised his head tremblingly, and said in a slur manner: "Deputy Chief Teacher...... In the woods behind their house...... There is the tomb of Tang Shuwen. ”

"Huh?" Nangong Ji's eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at Chunhe's mother and daughter, and grinned: "Follow me, pry the grave!" After speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the room, and then turned back to the two warriors and ordered, "You are watching here." ”

At this time, Chunhe was already a little sober. She vaguely heard that the gang of robbers was going to dig her husband's grave, and she didn't know where the strength came from, so she stood up at once, and opened her hands, "Ah! ......" roared, wanting to pounce forward.

Miao Fu hugged her mother tightly, her little face was tightly pressed against her back, her bloodshot eyes glared at Tang Shaoliang's back angrily, and she could only swallow her tears.

At this moment, Chunhe suddenly saw that the small cloth bag around Miaofu's neck had been thrown out of her chest, naked and exposed to her clothes!

Chunhe was shocked, turned around and hugged her daughter into her arms, quietly stuffed the small cloth bag into her collar quickly, and whispered exhaustedly, "The cloth bag is here!" After saying that, he tilted his head and fainted.

"Mom!" Miao Fu screamed, hugged her mother tightly, buried her head in her arms, and whispered, "I know......" After saying that, she whimpered and cried.

After a while, the martial artists of the Nangong family came out of the room. Nangong Ji looked angry, and walked to Chunhe's mother and daughter in a few steps.

He was condescending and said viciously: "Old immortal, where are your men's things?" If you don't say anything more, let this little girl die! As he spoke, he waved his right hand violently.

An innate martial artist walked over and stretched out his claws towards Miaofu without saying a word.