The dawn of the morning illuminates the land, and the peaceful villages resound with the cries of roosters.

The villagers of the village had already woken up, and each of them was cooking on a fire in his own house, and in an instant, green smoke rose from each courtyard. After a while, the whole village was covered with the smell of rice.

Mo Tianxiong lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

That night, he didn't sleep all night. There are always all kinds of thoughts floating through my mind.

There was no way for him to break his marriage contract with the daughter of Sword Forge Villa now.

As one of the three major sword sects in Nanshan County, Sword Casting Villa must be face-saving, and breaking the marriage contract by oneself will only make Sword Casting Villa a laughing stock in the cultivation world.

When the time comes, what will the Sword Casting Villa do, Mo Tianxiong can't imagine.

Sigh slightly. At this time, his wife Cuihua had already gone out to cook.

In the house, his own child was still lying on the bed and falling asleep.

"Is this the life you want?"

Mo Tianxiong thought secretly.

Wife and children, coarse tea and light rice. Every day lives an ordinary life.

Mo Tianxiong doesn't want this kind of life, what he wants is to become an immortal, soar the world, turn his hands into clouds, cover his hands for rain, and live forever.

Mo Tianxiong clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't even get his nails into his flesh.

Night.

Tonight's meal was very rich, and his wife killed the old hen that laid eggs at home, saying that she wanted to make up for Mo Tianxiong's body.

The steaming chicken broth is bubbling with a fragrant aroma. Slipped into the nostrils of the person and made people want to stop.

Their child, a three-year-old known as Yan'er, was already attracted by the aroma of chicken soup at this time.

Stretching out his chubby palm, he was about to grab the chicken soup.

"Yan'er!"

The mother scolded in a low voice, the little guy was full of grievances, the tears in his eyes kept turning, and the saliva and tears at the corners of his mouth reflected each other, and he looked very cute.

"Tianxiong, this is the chicken soup stewed by our chicken, you can taste it. ”

As he spoke, he had already brought the chicken soup in his hand to the table in front of Mo Tianxiong.

This series of actions caused a burst of dissatisfaction with the little guy.

I saw him mutter, and let out a soft snort from his nostrils.

The mother looked at her son dotingly, and hurriedly picked up a bowl, took the soup, and put it in front of her son. The little one's face was full of happiness and he giggled at his mother.

Watching his wife pack up the dishes and chopsticks and walk towards the kitchen, Mo Tianxiong's face showed a slight struggle, but in the end it turned into a determined face.

He stood up and gently followed his wife.

By the time his wife put the dishes and chopsticks into the basin and turned around, a sharp dagger had already entered her body.

The wife's face was full of disbelief, and she stared blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar husband in front of her.

His eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were red, like a demon in hell.

"You...... You...... You ......"

The wife spat out a few words with difficulty, and every time she spoke, it seemed like she was using up the last strength of her body.

Maybe all she was going to ask was, "Why did you kill me?"

But she didn't have the strength to finish it.

Her body fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Bell"

Suddenly, a sound came from not far behind Mo Tianxiong.

Mo Tianxiong turned around to look for prestige, it turned out that his son didn't know when he came behind him, and at this time, a pair of eyes were watching all this blankly.

Although the boy was still young, he could still see from the blood flowing from his mother's body and the motionless way he lay on the ground, that the father who suddenly appeared a few days ago must not have done anything good.

Mo Tianxiong looked at the boy with blood-red eyes, and the boy had a burst of fear in his heart for no reason.

He wanted to open his mouth to call his father, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat.

The blood stained with the dagger in Mo Tianxiong's hand seemed to be still stained with temperature, dripping to the ground drop by drop.

Mo Tianxiong walked towards the boy step by step, and with each step, the fear in the boy's heart deepened.

When Mo Tianxiong came to stand in front of the boy, there was no trace of bloodshot on the boy's round face.

"Daddy......"

The boy spoke softly. At this moment, there was a trace of clarity in Mo Tianxiong's blood-colored eyes.

But then he didn't hesitate to swing his dagger at the boy.

Blood splashed on Mo Tianxiong's face, hot and hot.

The boy fell to the ground, his face covered in blood. A scar was deeply imprinted on the boy's face.

Mo Tianxiong looked at the sky, the vast starry sky was empty and dark.

Then, as if on the run for his life, he stumbled away.

At night, the village is unusually quiet and peaceful, and the birds and insects that come from time to time are like a piece of heaven on this wonderful night.

......

After listening to Li Yan's story, everyone present was surprised.

Mo Tianxiong, the owner of the dignified Sword Casting Mountain Villa, the first god craftsman of the Ethereal Continent, actually has such a glorious history.

At this time, Mo Tianxiong's role was blue, and his face was red from shame.

"I should have gone through the cracks to see if you were dead or not. ”

Mo Tianxiong said viciously at Li Yan, and the murderous intent in his words was undisguised.

Li Yan said with a melancholy look on his face when he heard this, as if he was sighing:

"Yes, you should have taken a closer look, or I wouldn't have lived in such pain. ”

"Hehehe, Li Yan, come back quickly. ”

At this time, the middle-aged man spoke. As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, and an invisible net of true qi grabbed towards Li Yan.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes flashed. The crimson gold sword in his left hand had begun to tremble slightly.

Then the red golden light on the sword body flashed, and the next moment, it appeared in front of Li Yan.

He wants to kill Li Yan here!

This time he was caught off guard, and the middle-aged man couldn't react.

He didn't expect this old man to abandon his identity and kill a junior.

The rosary on his body floated up, turning into several blood-colored rays of light, and he was already shooting towards the red gold sword at an extremely fast speed.

In the end, it was a step too slow, and when the blood bead arrived, the red gold sword had already passed through Li Yan's body.

Li Yan's face flushed, and the scar on his face seemed to be a little deeper, and then a large mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

The middle-aged man grabbed Li Yan back. Li Yan's face was no longer bloodless at this time, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he couldn't die anymore. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, I don't know if he was mocking Mo Shaoxiong or relieved after a painful life.

"Good, good, your Sword Forge Villa is very good. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the old man, and then at the people in the Sword Casting Villa. His eyes were full of anger, and his tone was even more cold and terrifying.

"Ready to start. ”

The middle-aged man spoke, not knowing who he was talking to.

Then, not far behind the man, a firework shot into the air in the crowd of the troupe, exploding in the air.