Since the death of her father and mother at the age of five, she has had a very difficult life, and her grandmother has been ill for a long time because of the death of her father.

At first, her grandmother insisted on using the remaining money from the family to send her to study at a private school in the village, but then she had no money, so she could only look for herbs to exchange for money, while eavesdropping on the side of the private school, and taking care of her grandmother.

Every time I miss my father, I can only hide in the corner and cry secretly, for fear of making my grandmother sad.

Now that he sees that his father and grandmother are alive, although Hua Jianli feels a little strange, he still cries with joy.

How many times have she dreamed of such a scene, she does not seek fame and wealth in this life, as long as the family is together in peace.

"Alright, let's sit down and eat." The woman wiped away her tears with a veil and pulled her to sit down.

"Li'er, these are your favorite dishes, eat more." Grandma sandwiched a piece of cucumber between the flowers and said kindly.

"Hmm!" Hanama smiled sweetly, picked up the chopsticks and began to eat.

"Yuqing, let's go up the mountain to pick herbs in a while, go to the city to exchange some fish, and replenish Ah Li's body." The man said as he looked at the woman while eating.

"Okay, Ah Li is growing up now, so he should make up for it." The woman smiled and nodded.

Going up the mountain to pick herbs?

Hua Jianli hurriedly put down the chopsticks, "Dad, mother, I can't go!" ”

Both the woman and the man looked at her strangely, "Why?" ”

When I was five years old, my father and mother had an accident when they went up to the mountain to pick herbs.

Hua Jianli knew that his father and mother would definitely not believe it, so he stuck out his tongue, "The mountain is slippery, I'm afraid my mother will fall." Ah Li also wants to go to the mountains to play, father, mother, take me. ”

She must protect her father and mother well and prevent the tragedy from repeating.

"This ......," the woman glanced at the man.

"Mother...... "The flowers shook the woman's arm and said coquettishly.

"If you want to go, take it with you, go for a walk in the mountains, and breathe." The man spoke heartily.

After eating, Hua Jianli followed his father and mother to the mountain.

Hanama Li was engrossed all the way, observing the situation around him.

Fortunately, until I finished picking herbs and went down the mountain, I didn't see a wolf.

The tense nerves of the flower were relaxed, perhaps because he was thinking too much.

"Donglang, are you here to change fish again?" At the town's bazaar, a man over forty years old wore a broken straw hat on his head, and his hair was gray on the brim. On his shoulders is a gray but not gray, yellow and yellow gown. The whole back, black and shiny, sparkled as if coated with a layer of oil.

The man's voice was thick and powerful, and he asked the young man with the backpack in front of him with a smile.

The young man is none other than Hanamari's father, Fuyuro.

After picking herbs, a few people went straight to the market.

"yes, bring me a big one." Donglang took out the herbs from the basket and gave them to the man.

The man took the herbs, grabbed a fat fish from the barrel in front of him, tied it with a straw rope, and handed it to Donglang.

Carrying the fish, the family walked to the village.

"Li'er, go back and make sweet and sour fish for you." The woman stroked the hair of the flower and said softly.

Hanama was about to answer, when he suddenly felt something coming from behind, it was the breath of a monster!

Hua Jianli turned around to block in front of his father and mother, and saw a three-foot-tall monster with two heads, four small white horns slightly protruding from the head, and a foot-long tail dragging on the ground, and the tail was covered with black scales.

Two razor-sharp claws grabbed at the flowers.

A sword suddenly appeared in Hua Jianli's hand, and when she looked down, it was her sword!

When she woke up, she didn't know where the sword went, why did it suddenly appear in her hand at this time?

Hua Jian didn't think much about it, picked up the sword to condense the spiritual power, and stabbed the monster with a sword.

A burst of black gas gushed out, and Hua Jianli reached out to block it, and when the black gas dissipated, Hua Jianli gathered a fireball in his hand, ready to give the monster a hard blow.

The scene I saw in front of me made the flowers like five thunderbolts, the monster disappeared, and his sword was actually inserted in his mother's chest?!

The fireball in his hand went out with a "poof", and Hua Jianli drew his sword and took two steps back in horror.

What about monsters? Didn't she stab the monster just now?

How did you become a mother?

She used ten percent of her strength with that sword!

Impossible, impossible!

Yuqing's beautiful eyes widened, blood flowed from her mouth, and she fell to the ground.

I haven't had time to hold my mother's mother.

The sword in his hand suddenly became uncontrollable again, and flew forward with Hua Jianli, and the blade sank into his father's chest.

The fish that Donglang was holding in his hand fell to the ground, and he raised his finger in disbelief and pointed to the flowers, and also fell backwards.

Hua Jianli's face turned pale, and he hurriedly stepped forward to inspect it, and with a sword in the center, his father and mother were out of breath.

"Isn't this the flower gap in the village?"

"Oh my God! She killed her own father! ”

"It's terrible, how can you do it, that's your biological father!" ……

When the villagers saw that something was going on here, they all gathered around and pointed their fingers.

"I actually killed my father and mother, and I don't know what kind of sin Yuqing and Donglang have created, and they actually gave birth to such a cold-blooded and ruthless Tiansha Lone Star!" An old woman spat hard and scolded.

No, she didn't kill it!

The flowers were in a trance, and the sound of scolding and discussion buzzed in their ears.

Lonely Star! She is really a lone star, and once again, she actually killed her father and mother with her own hands.

"It's you, it's you who killed your own father!" There was a sound at the bottom of the centrifugal flower, repeating it again and again, getting louder and louder.

The pupils that were separated from the flowers gradually dissipated and staggered to their feet.