Simply looked at the extremely bewitching Shan Qingli, and a feeling of unease rose in his heart, is this my sister? How could my sister become like this? "Little demon girl, suffer death. At the moment when Shan Qingli turned around, Shan Xin found a short sword out of nowhere, his body bounced high, and slashed towards Shan Qingli. "Sister be careful", Simplicity suddenly came back to her senses and hurriedly shouted. But it was too late, and Shan Xin's sword slashed at Shan Qingli's Heavenly Spirit Cover unbiasedly.

"Sister", a simple scream, tears flowed out. Shan Qingli hadn't come back to her senses, but she felt a sudden sharp pain from the top of her head, she turned her head angrily, and saw Shan Xin with a hideous face. The next moment, the sneering Shan Xin was stunned, the short sword in his hand was a low-grade spiritual weapon given by the maid, he was already a monk in the early stage of enlightenment, how could he not even kill a little girl? Just when Shan Xin was full of horror, Shan Qingli only felt dizzy, and suddenly closed his eyes and fainted, and at the same time, the lower-grade spiritual weapon in Shan Xin's hand was broken into pieces and fell to the ground one by one.

"Heh, are you finally dead?" Shan Xin and Shan Wuba, who were already pale, finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Sister, sister", looking at Shan Qingli lying motionless on the ground, simply grieved, his hands kept shaking Shan Qingli's fallen body, "Grandpa is gone, sister, don't you want Chun'er?"

"Uncle, what should I do with this little wild seed?" Shan Wuba looked at Shan Xin. "Kill him, since we have handed over the tiger corpse to the servant, there is no need to keep him, he can kill the servant's mount, this kid is by no means an idle person, and living will only be our great enemy." Shan Xin said ruthlessly.

At this time, he was already in a trance, the successive departure of his grandfather and sister caused irreparable pain to his young heart, he really wanted to go with his grandfather and sister at this moment, his small hands were clenched into fists, and he looked at Shan Xinhe who was walking towards him with great anger: "You took the tiger corpse, right?" simply squeezed out these words from between his teeth, "That's right, the tiger corpse was originally ours." Shan Xin replied lightly, for a person who was about to die, he would not mind saying a few more words to him. "Good, very good!" His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had completely lost his mind, and he said in a gloomy tone that was extremely inappropriate for his age. Shan Wuba, who was walking towards him, was slightly stunned when he saw this, and his steps paused slightly. "Ah" As if to vent the grief in his heart, he simply raised his head and roared, his voice was filled with endless anger and sadness, and the roar resounded throughout the entire single family village. When the villagers heard such a desperate roar coming from Shan Xin's house, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and they didn't know which troublesome one had provoked Shan Xin's uncle and nephew again.

A miraculous scene occurred, accompanied by a simple roar, and its whole body was filled with green light, which enveloped the entire hall like a cage. "Poof", "poof", "poof", "poof", Shan Xin, Shan Wuba and the two big men behind Shan Xin spurted blood at the same time, the skin on their bodies cracked, and the blood spurted out like a fountain, the eyes of the four people were full of disbelief, and fear suddenly hit the whole body, but before they could scream, they had fallen to the ground, no breath, and the green light around them slowly dissipated, and their eyes were closed, and they fainted.

A few days later, the entire Shan Jia Village was filled with a smell of corpses, and some bold villagers couldn't help but check it, only to find that Shan Xin and the others had died violently in the hall of their mansion, covered with dried blood stains, and the bright red was extremely dazzling. Seeing this scene, the village names couldn't help but be stunned, and found an old man in the village who had been a puppet to examine, and the final result was: Shan Xin, Shan Wuba, and the two big men were cut by sharp blades many times, and there were signs of poisoning, but the cause of their death was a ruptured brain! The cause of death of the old man was self-evident because of his old age and decrepit body and the whip marks on his body. And Shan Qingli is only in a temporary coma, and it is estimated that he will wake up in a day or two.

Due to the remoteness of Shan Jia Village, and the frequent occurrence of deaths in the village, no one held Shan Xin accountable for these lives, on the contrary, the villagers were very happy, and every family set off firecrackers to celebrate! About a day or so passed, and when they simply woke up from a coma, the first thing they did when they opened their eyes was to shout "Grandpa and sister"! looked around, found Shan Qingli lying beside him, immediately breathed a sigh of relief, looked around again, and found that it was still a wooden hut that he was familiar with, and his hanging heart was relaxed. The door of the "squeak" hut opened, and a woman in her forties walked in: "Chun'er is awake, Aunt Wang has boiled some porridge for the two of you, drink it while it's hot!" "Aunt Wang, where is my grandfather? I remember that my grandfather seems to have passed away." Simply remembered something, and tears flowed down again. "Your grandfather's body has been cremated. Aunt Wang said with difficulty. Cremation is a long-standing custom in Shanjia Village, because only in this way can the deceased be free of concern.

Hearing this, I simply cried even more, "Grandpa, grandpa". At this moment, Shan Qingli also woke up, Xiaoyu rubbed his forehead with his hand, feeling groggy, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his younger brother crying in grief, and his heart suddenly tightened, thinking of his deceased grandfather, and he couldn't help but hug him and cry. "Cry, child, it's okay if you cry!" Aunt Wang hugged the shoulders of the simple and Shan Qingli, and said secretly sadly.

Five years have passed in a blink of an eye, in these five years, simply almost every day out hunting, since the death of Shan Xin and other village bullies, the villagers of Shan Jia Village can finally go to the big city freely to trade, the ten-mile death line has also disappeared with the disappearance of Shan Xin, the economy of Shan Jia Village has jumped up, the village has built a restaurant, built an inn, and gathered a bazaar. The prey and fur that came from the simple hunting also allowed the kind-hearted villagers who went out to sell it, and they also earned a little money, and their lives were quite good. In recent years, the conditions in the village have been good, and there are more natural outsiders, it is worth noting that in the past few years, there has been a mysterious old man in the village who has come to the fairy wind and bones, saying that he is five hundred years old, at first the villagers scoffed, but gradually the villagers found that the old man often does not eat or drink, does not sleep at night, sits cross-legged until dawn, and is still energetic, slowly the villagers call the old man the old fairy, the old man said that he came to the single village is just a travel, every place, he will always stay for ten to twenty years, feel the wonder of nature, the old man also has a hobby, that is to tell stories, he will always tell what he has seen and heard to the people around him。

"Hehe, I hit a wild boar today, I don't know how my sister wants to eat it. Simply dragged a fat wild boar carcass behind him, humming a mountain song and walking towards Shanjia Village. Whenever he thought of his sister's happy appearance when she saw her prey, he couldn't help but feel happy and proud in his heart. In the past few years, I have been able to hunt prey basically every day, and my sister and brother have no worries about food and clothing. He has grown to a height of 1.6 meters at the age of eleven years old, and his body is also very strong, but there is a slight femininity between his eyebrows. Let's talk about Shan Qingli, at the age of twelve, she is about one meter five tall, with long black hair, curved eyebrows like the moon, big eyes as clear as spring water, a warped nose, a small mouth as red as a cherry, and white skin like jade.

"Sister, I'm back." The innocent person arrived before the sound, and Shan Qingli, who was drying clothes in the courtyard, looked back and smiled, as pure and beautiful as a lily blooming, and the delicate body that was first slender slowly stepped forward, and the simple eyes were straight. "Hey, stinky boy, what's the fuss? Wow, I've hit a wild boar, and I've got roast suckling pig to eat tonight, and I'm so hungry when I think about it. Shan Qingli danced happily, and he couldn't wait. "Hey, stinky boy, is my sister talking to you, still in a daze?" Shan Qingli raised his jade hand and slapped his simple forehead fiercely. "Ah, sister, you are really ruthless, it hurts. Only then did he come back to his senses and said with a little grievance: "But sister, you are so good-looking, every time I see you, I can't help but be obsessed." "Stinky boy, make fun of your sister and me. Shan Qing said angrily, turned around and walked towards the house, but the depths of the inside were beautiful, and he kept stealing fun. "Sister!" simply chased in.