Moonlight in the Sea (Part II)

The rope that bound Ah Bao was cut, and Ah Bao naturally would not sit still, he fled left and right in the fire, but the flames stared at him like poisonous snakes. Whichever way Po fled, the fiery snakes pounced on him.

Po rushed out a few times, his little face was blackened, his clothes were burned by the sparks, and even his arms were burned by fire. But he can't get out, no matter how he breaks through, he can't get out.

Po stood in the middle of the fire, a little anxious.

The surrounding people saw this scene, especially Wei Lao, and began to panic. If the punishment of unscrupulous descendants fails, he doesn't know how to explain to his ancestors.

He made a quick decision, kept lifting the cane and then slammed it to the ground, looking a little angry.

"Surround him, surround him!"

"Don't let this unscrupulous descendant run away!"

Because I was so excited, my face changed. The old and kind face on weekdays became hideous at this moment, as if Po in the fire was the enemy who killed his father, and the old man's eyes were cold and sharp, like a poisonous snake.

Ah Bao ran a few times, but he couldn't get out, so he stood in place and looked at Wei Lao coldly.

He knew that the person who saved him was either the old madman, his master, or Brother Xu, and no matter who they were, they would not watch him burned to death.

At the same time, Po is completely dead to this group of people.

Even, at a certain moment just now, he hoped that this group of people would die, that Zu Yinghua could immediately let the toxin attack, that he hoped to see this group of pedantic people wailing on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and that he wanted to see Wei Lao lying on the ground looking at him with regretful eyes.

Ah Bao stood in the fire, Wei Lao panicked, and the people in the village picked up harpoons and surrounded Ah Bao in the fire. But, except for one person.

Zu Yinghua, at first his face was full of worry. But now, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he gently patted Wei Lao's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, Wei Lao, there are us!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the junior brothers and sisters around him, and everyone immediately left, with the ancestral hall as the center, divided into several directions, and searched forward.

He is not afraid that someone will appear, whether it is an old madman or a mysterious person, it will be considered a gain.

If the mysterious man appears and solves him, there will be one less obstacle in doing things, and if the old madman appears and finds out that the person is needed by the master, it will be a great achievement, if not, even if an uncertain factor is eliminated.

In any case, as long as someone cares about Po, he can eradicate the uncertain factors in the dark. What he was most afraid of was that the people behind Ah Bao completely ignored Ah Bao's life and hid in the dark.

Thankfully, that didn't happen.

If you are not afraid of strength, you are afraid of being ruthless. Once a person has a bond, he has a weakness. Zu Yinghua is not afraid of how strong the people in the dark are, and he is most afraid that the people in the dark are ruthless and have no concerns.

Zu Yinghua looked at Ah Bao, and suddenly changed the long sword he was holding in his right hand to his left hand, and then with a wave of his big sleeves, a gust of wind blew Ah Bao, and the fire took advantage of the wind, and the fire jumped up all of a sudden.

Po stumbled on his feet and fell into the fire.

Suddenly, a figure rushed into the fire regardless of it, and Zu Yinghua's eyes froze.

The figure looked clumsy and determined, even if it was burned on the body, it didn't care. The figure carried a sword and used it as a stick, picked up all the burning firewood, rushed into the fire, and then picked up Po and rushed out again.

Many people were about to go up with harpoons, but Zu Yinghua stretched out his hand to stop them.

It was the crazy Fan Busheng who saved people, he took Ah Bao out, his face was not blackened, and his hair was also burned, but when he saw Ah Bao, he became happy, and he completely ignored the small flames on his clothes, and danced with his hands.

Ah Bao hurriedly extinguished the fire on Fan Buzhu's body, and glanced at the people surrounding the two of them.

His gaze was like the last wolf in a pack, with hatred and murderous intent.

Fan Busu suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and Ah Bao turned his head to look at Fan Busuo, his face full of a slightly bitter smile. "Why are you here?" Bao asked gently, hugging Fan Busheng.

Fan Bufu bared his teeth, his blackened face, and his teeth looked whiter in the moonlight, and Ah Bao felt that this master was getting more and more cute. Although, so far, he has taught himself nothing.

Fan Busu patted his stomach, and then pointed at Ah Bao, babbling like a baby, broken

Intermittently said, "You...... He ......" and waved his hand, then pointed to his stomach and said a word.

"Hungry!"

With tears and a smile on his face, Po burst out laughing. It feels good to be relied on and believed, even though the person who believes in him and depends on him is a madman.

He understood what Fan didn't save, Fan didn't save meant that Ah Bao was not there, Xu Changan didn't go, and he was hungry, so he came out to find Ah Bao.

After Fan Busu finished speaking, he looked at the crowd, like an angry puppy, grinning at the people.

Po hurriedly hugged him.

Fan Busu pointed to everyone and said two words completely.

"Bad guys!"

Po smiled, smiling extremely happily. And Wei Lao couldn't hold back any longer at this time, he leaned on the cane and pestle, and shouted loudly: "A foreign madman who doesn't distinguish between good and bad, and an unfilial descendant, all burned!

As soon as the words fell, a group of people carried harpoons and walked towards Ah Bao and Fan Busheng.

Seeing this situation, Zu Yinghua became more and more happy. All of this is heading towards the situation he envisioned. With the help of the hands of the people, seize the old madman and lure the mysterious man out. If you can't beat the mysterious person, it's okay, you still have a backhand.

Fan Busu saw that everyone approached with harpoons that glowed in the moonlight, and hurriedly got into Bao's arms.

Ah Bao smiled, coaxing Fan Busheng like his mother coaxed him when he was a child.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a big deal, let's die together!"

Hearing the word "death", it may have stimulated the crazy Fan Busheng.

He suddenly lifted his head from Po's arms, his hand holding the long sword tightened, his long hair fluttered, and he stood up. With a wave of the long sword, one after another sword qi swayed out, stirring up a large area of sand.

The people were stunned for a moment, and immediately took a few steps back, not daring to go any further.

Seeing this, Wei Lao was so anxious that he stomped his feet!

"What are you afraid of, just a madman!

Hearing Wei Lao's roar and cough, the people plucked up their courage again and gathered around Fan Buwu and Ah Bao.

Zu Yinghua glanced at the angry old man Wei, he liked this old man more and more. This old man is cute, stupid and cute.

A group of people surrounded him, and Fan Buzhu's head was in chaos, but he only knew two things.

He glanced at Po beside him, and he knew that the first priority was to protect the child, and the second thing was that the group of people surrounding them were bad people.

Although Fan Busu was delirious, in this case, knowing these two things was enough.

Looking at the crowd surrounding them, the long sword swung again, and suddenly more than a dozen people were short, and a wail came, and they squatted on the ground, holding their bleeding calves in pain, and the harpoon was also thrown aside.

At this time, no one dared to take another half step.

Zu Yinghua sighed, a little regretful. Although this old madman is crazy, his cultivation is still there, and his survival instinct is still there, and it is not something that this group of people can deal with, so he can only take action by himself.

"Seniors, you take a break or two, and I'll deal with this fang!"

Seeing that Zu Yinghua was holding a long sword, he jumped in front of Fan Busu and blocked everyone behind him. Wei Lao made up his mind that he would kill this unworthy descendant Ah Bao tonight and confess to his ancestors. He knew that Zu Yinghua was a cultivator, so he called the people back.

Zu Yinghua looked at Fan Busu and slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand.

Fan Bufu gasped for breath at this time, like a beast protecting cubs, he took Ah Bao behind him, and stared at Zu Yinghua who was smiling.

Under the moon, the two figures were staggered, the sword aura was fierce, and several coconut trees around them fell in response, and the surrounding sand and stones exploded. One after another, like the rainy season of these days.

Fan Bufu gasped, Zu Yinghua's forearm was bleeding, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He really didn't expect that this old madman was so powerful, and he was actually a little grandmaster. Fortunately, he was crazy, if he wasn't crazy, he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to catch his sword.

After a round of fighting, the two had already changed their positions, and Po also hid aside.

Zu Yinghua glanced at his eyes and saw Bao. He didn't hesitate at all, and the person followed the sword, carrying bursts of sword qi, and stabbed at Ah Bao.

Although Fan Busu was delirious, he knew that he had to protect Ah Bao, and he was anxious. He also carried a long sword towards Ah Bao, and saw that Zu Yinghua was about to stab Ah Bao, and Fan Bu was stunned

I was so anxious that I screamed. Suddenly, Zu Yinghua's sword turned and stabbed directly into Fan Busu's abdomen, the long sword entered the body, Fan Buzhu grinned in pain, but the instinct to fight was still there, and a palm hit Zu Yinghua's chest firmly, Zu Yinghua suddenly flew out like a broken kite, spitting blood.

Fan Bufu pulled out the long sword in his abdomen, threw it away, and the whole person fell in front of Bao.

Ah Bao's tears rained down, except for his parents, only this old madman would defend him desperately.

He hugged Fan Busu tightly, Fan Bufu bared his teeth and grinned. Seeing that Po was fine, he was relieved.

Zu Yinghua lay on the ground, without the strength to fight again. At this moment, he bent his fingers, put it in his hand and blew, and a long whistle came out.

After a few long whistles, still no one came, Zu Yinghua gritted his teeth and frowned.

"Stop blowing, are you looking for them?"

His younger siblings were tied up, and at a glance he knew that they were restrained, and a young man in cloth dragged his younger siblings out of the darkness.

Zu Yinghua's face changed, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the long sword that had been lost by Fan Busu flew back into his hand.

He clubbed his sword and stood up, his face gloomy.

"You forced me. As he spoke, he took out a red crystal ball from his bosom.

"Yinghua, don't fight! Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of running out of firewood. Wei Lao walked towards Zu Yinghua and persuaded this "outstanding" back in distress.

Zu Yinghua waved his hand, and Wei Lao fell to the ground.

Looking at Wei Lao, who was full of astonishment, Zu Yinghua scolded with a smile: "Old thing, you are still so naïve!"

"I'm telling you, I ordered the poison just to make you take the pill!"

"Do you think that's a good thing? He's really a little brute, you all treated him like this, causing his family to be ruined, and he actually helped you, beasts know that there is revenge, you little guy, you are not as good as a brute!"

Zu Yinghua pointed at Ah Bao and scolded, although he was Ah Bao, but when the people heard this, their faces were hot and painful, especially Wei Lao, who was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

Zu Yinghua said, and then recited a legal decision, the mana in his body flowed wildly, and suddenly the red crystal ball became extremely bright, and most of the people immediately rolled on the ground and wailed, Xu Changan watched as a trace of red breath was pulled into the crystal ball, and Zu Yinghua, who was holding the crystal ball, also became ruddy, and even the breath was a little stronger.

Fan Busu looked at the red crystal ball blankly at this time, as if he remembered something, and kept muttering three words: "Blood poison ball." ”

The people of the village, except for the young man who was in better health, temporarily resisted the poison and did not take the red pill, and all the rest were wailing on the ground.

The villagers were rolling on the ground, their whole bodies itching and aching, and some even kept scratching their faces and bodies, trying to relieve the feeling, but it was useless. Instead, it is himself, becoming a blur of flesh and blood.

Wei Laoqiang endured the itch and pain, and tears slowly flowed.

This night was the darkest night in the village, and it was also the most confused night for myself.

He closed his eyes and stood up tremblingly.

A coconut tree was shaking in the wind, and the fire that was about to burn Po to death was blazing. He turned his head to look at the villagers who were rolling on the ground, and suddenly knelt down in front of Po and slowly kowtowed. Then, standing up, the old man endured the pain in his body, looked at the villagers, looked at his juniors.

"I ......" he took a deep breath, tears streaming down his face.

"Shameless to face the ancestors!" said the old man, who didn't know where he got the courage, and rushed into the fire pit.

The whole village faced darkness and death, and even a few people could not stand the pain, and they rushed into the fire pit with Wei Lao, and some people crashed headlong into the coconut trees.

But they all forgot.

In the darkest and deepest waters before dawn, moonlight also seeps in.

The moon was bright, and a moonlight shone towards the village.

.............................................................................................................................. Here it is, the next chapter preview. Chapter 11: Long and Peaceful.