In the end, the group from the town all died at the wedding, and only one person was left alive.

Xuanyang erased Wang Dongmei's memories in Yegang Village and sent them back to the town.

Xuanyang said that he wanted to go outside alone, and Bei Sandou wiped his tears and was reluctant. After he left, he burst into tears and smiled, how could he have a sad face.

After leaving Yegang Village, Xuanyang walked in the direction indicated by the heavenly machine.

A month later, Xuanyang found his destination.

In front of it is a collapsed and decaying temple, the wind, frost, rain and snow have taken away its original vitality, and now it is like an old man who is about to die, until he is lonely.

Xuanyang walked into the temple with steady steps, about to wipe out the people who appeared on his list.

Knock knock!

Behind the Buddha statue in the main hall that had fallen off its gold dust, leaning against a little girl, her chest rising and falling violently, obviously having more air in and less air out.

Listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, her weak heart was very frightened and wanted to cry, but she knew that she could not do it, and if she did, those people would find her, and her life would be in danger.

In the main hall, faint breathing was heard, and in order to show respect for the other party, Xuanyang decided to use his palm instead of a knife to cut off the flesh on the other party's body piece by piece, and exposed it to the sun for seven days.

Xuanyang's palm lit up with five-colored light, and he walked to the back of the Buddha statue step by step.

The murderous intent rose abruptly, and then dissipated.

Xuanyang crouched down and gently stroked her injuries. He has always been high up and only knows how to kill the heavens and kill all living beings, but he also has a gentle side, which is really flattering.

The severed limbs began to be repaired, and the eyelids that had sunken from the gouged out eyes began to swell, and it seemed as if a new pair of eyes were being born.

This kind of method is like a ghost and a god, and normal people can't do it at all.

Exhausted, she slowly lay on the ground, her body curled up, and she kept saying that she was cold.

As the day gradually wore into the night, he went outside to find some dead wood branches, and Xuanyang drove a bonfire to drive away the cold of the night.

The little girl who slept all afternoon woke up slowly, approached with a big face, and looked at her kindly: "My surname is Xuan, and my name is Yang." Girl, how about my daughter?"

She looked at the person in front of her blankly who asked her to be his daughter, and then nodded, if there was an ordinary person, she would definitely be overturned by her actions, but unfortunately Xuanyang was not.

Xuanyang looked at her softly and gently stroked her head: "Can you see it with your eyes now?"

Gollum!

"Hungry. The little girl touched her little belly and looked at Xuanyang.

Xuanyang laughed, walked to a small iron stove set up next to the campfire, and took out a bowl of milky white gruel that looked like plastic, but was made of wood, and had a texture harder than a steel plate. The taste has a light fragrance that makes people feel appetizing.

Because her body was still greasy, all Xuanyang cooked some gruel for her. She eats it quickly and loves it.

Looking at her appearance, Xuanyang was also very happy, and said, "Daughter, I don't know what your name is for my father?"

"Back to my father-in-law, I have been an orphan since I was a child, I don't have a surname, I only know that everyone calls me Xiaoyue. ”

"The man of the moon, melodious and elegant, ice and snow intelligence, is a symbol of wisdom. Xuanyang praised: "Not bad, good, good name, good meaning." ”

Xuanyang said: "I am old, I have no children and no daughters under my knees, and I will accept you as a righteous daughter today, I hope you will not disappoint your father in the future." In the future, you will be the descendant of my Xuan clan, and your name will be Xuanyue. ”

A jumble of footsteps drew closer, bright torches lit up the entire monastery, and figures on the ground moved with the wind.

"Look, that little beast is there!" a farmer who looked honest pointed to Xuanyue shivering in the distance, but said something that did not match his image.

"Little brute, it's so hard for us to find you! See that we won't kill you today!" A group of people with farm tools, some with hoes, some with flat poles, some with sickles for mowing grass, some with buckets... This group of people who looked like crazy zombies rushed in and surrounded Xuanyang and Xuanyue.

Xuanyang protected Xuanyue behind him, glared angrily at the group of people who rushed in, and said in an unkind tone: "What do you want to do to my daughter!"

"Okay, I thought it was a mongrel, but I didn't expect there to be an old beast to protect it, it's really calculating!" An octogenarian lady came out of the crowd, and she pulled the throat of the male duck: "Folks, Aunt Liu treated her like a granddaughter, but she was killed by this little beast, we avenge Aunt Liu today!"

"Grandma Liu is not my fault. She sat on the ground with her head in her arms and cried softly, Xuanyang also understood that the feeling was that this group of people was involved in the interests of something, and her daughter was a key chess piece. Xuanyang couldn't help but be angry, it doesn't matter if his daughter is at fault or not, his Xuanyang's daughter is a little sun in the palm of her hand, how can she allow others to slander her, not to mention that such a lowly and inferior acquired human race can be slandered!

Xuanyang raised his eyebrows, stretched out, and said with a smile: "The old lady is talking nonsense with her eyes open, my daughter is so well-behaved and cute, and so considerate and understanding, how did she become a serious murderer in the mouth of the old lady?"

The octogenarian lady looked at Xuanyang and Xuanyue fiercely: "Kill! No one will be left!" As soon as the order was given, a group of thugs took the guys in their hands and cut them down, bringing a whirring wind whistle, and the attack was quite fierce.

Xuanyang turned to Xuanyue and said, "Daughter, teach you the three most important things in your life for your father. You're good at this first one!"

Xuanyang looked at this group of lawless people, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he pinched a handprint that looked very mysterious, and shouted in a deep voice: "Fighting to turn the world and determine the world, the supreme Dafa is wonderful." ”

In an instant, the gangsters all stopped, their bodies lost control, and they were very frightened. One by one, they stood together, lined up, all with their necks stretched, each anxious to die.

Xuanyang snatched a scythe from a person and shook it in his hand, yes, it fits quite well.

Xuanyang spit a few mouthfuls of spit in his hand, rubbed his hands, tightened his grip on the sickle, walked up to the octogenarian old lady, patted the old lady's face with the sickle in his hand, and looked the old lady up and down: "Not bad, the old arms and legs are easy to cut, but the meat is less." ”

The octogenarian lady glared at Xuanyang angrily, looking like she was going to eat him.

Xuanyang laughed and left.

Standing in front of a woman, with a sickle resting on her neck, "When the cause is brought to fruition, there is an effect." Rest assured, on Huangquan Road, a family accompanies you. The knife spun three hundred and sixty degrees, and a head fell to the ground, blood flowed from the neck, soaking the ground, and the death was miserable.

Then one by one, the head fell to the ground, and the smell of blood wafted throughout the temple. Xuanyang looked at the only remaining octogenarian lady, who was already stunned, and only screamed: Devil... Devil.

Xuanyang approached step by step, and the knife was attached to her body. Then, all that was left in the monastery was her screams...

Xuanyang threw away the sickle in his hand, walked in front of Xuan Yue, squatted down, and stroked her little face with blood-stained hands: "The first thing my father told you is that if someone comes to the door, don't retreat, our old Xuan family is not afraid of things." ”

- End of chapter