In the Daxing Dynasty, Emperor Yang Haowen of the Apocalypse worked hard to create a prosperous era of the Apocalypse, which can be described as a rich country and a strong people.

In June of the 21st year of the Apocalypse, bursts of black smoke rose from the pleasant Qingfeng Mountain, casting a black veil over the blue sky.

Under a jujube tree with a crooked neck, a girl in a white shirt is digging the dirt with a pair of white hands, and then picking up the dirt and spilling it in a pit, the back of her hand is delicate, but the palm of her hand is already covered with mud.

Next to the woman, there was a silver long sword, without a scabbard, with some black purple on the blade, and a faint smell of blood wafting in the air.

The woman said something in her mouth: "Although you were not killed by me, but you died because of me, I Mu Qingyao swear, as long as you don't die, you and your family will be avenged, I will let them know that Yunmeng Villa is definitely not easy to bully." ”

This woman named Mu Qingyao showed a touch of fierceness in her eyes, and she accelerated the action of digging the soil, and a pair of slender jade hands gradually lost their luster in the soil.

In the pit, a man in a white robe was lying, half of his body had been buried in the dirt.

The man's chest was red, like a big red flower embroidered, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he lay quietly, without a trace of life, letting the dirt fall on his body and face.

Yang Fan felt like his body was stuck in the mud, he couldn't use any strength, and he couldn't even open his eyes, but his ears could still hear it, and the words that the woman said entered his ears word for word.

Yang Fan smelled the smell of the earth around him, and wondered in his heart, didn't he just hold a wedding banquet? Relatives and friends clamored to make trouble in the cave room, but he didn't seem to be in the cave room now, but as if he had been planted in the soil, otherwise how could there be such a heavy smell of earth.

It must be a friend's prank, and I can't help but hate the local custom of the cave house.

Yang Fan tried hard to recall the scene at that time, he was tied to a pillar with hemp rope by several friends, and then they also tore their groom's clothes, and their chests were written with a brush with all kinds of vulgar words.

Yang Fan's struggle, the pillar that tied him collapsed under his struggle, Yang Fan was crushed under the pillar, and the antique little sword that often hung on his chest pierced into his chest when he fell to the ground, it hurt so much, it seemed that he had shed a lot of blood, and then he lost consciousness.

Yang Fan wondered, he was injured, so he should be sent to the hospital, but how could the hospital bed be so hard and so cold, and it seemed that something was spilling on him, and his intuition told him that it was dirt.

Yang Fan rolled his eyes hard, but he still couldn't open his eyes, and a woman's voice continued to come from his ears.

"Yang Fan, although you and I have the name of husband and wife, but there is no husband and wife, I will not agree with this marriage, the husband I Mu Qingyao is looking for is the kind of big hero who stands up to the sky, and you Yang Fan, even if you live, you can only be a little thief, maybe dead, it is not a bad thing for you, you must be clever in the next life, don't be so stupid anymore." ”

Yang Fan felt that the soil was falling on his head and face, his nose was about to be covered, his breathing began to become difficult, and he couldn't help but panic in his heart.

The person who spoke was her own wife? She wanted to bury herself alive? What was going on? No, wasn't her wife's name Murong Xue? How did she become Mu Qingyao? Her voice didn't seem to be the same, could it be that Murong Xue had been disguising herself all along, with the purpose of killing herself? But what good would it do her to kill herself?

A bunch of questions followed, Yang Fan couldn't understand, even if Murong Xue had an intention for herself, what about her parents, and her sister Yang Lele was also at the wedding scene, they couldn't let Murong Xue come to him.

Yang Fan was still trying to find the answer, but the sound of confused footsteps and a few shouts sounded in his ears.

"She's here, kill. ”

"Don't let her run away, hurry up, live or die. ”

Mu Qingyao hurriedly stopped digging the soil, picked up the long sword beside her, and looked at the three black-clothed masked men in front of her with vigilant eyes.

"Don't think that I don't know who you are if I cover my face, the crimes I committed today, I Mu Qingyao will definitely pay back a hundred times in the future. ”

"Hahaha, when you are dying, you dare to say crazy words, take me and try it. ”

The masked man swung his knife upwards with great agility.

Mu Qingyao threw the long sword in his hand, straight to the masked man's chest, and then turned around and flew towards the forest.

The masked man slashed horizontally with a big knife and hit the shot long sword to the ground, but his body was stagnant because of this, giving Mu Qingyao a chance to escape.

"Chase, don't let her escape from this Qingfeng Mountain. ”

The three black-clad masked men spread out and swept towards the forest.

Yang Fan's mind was confused for a while, what is going on? Could it be that the police are coming? No, where do the police still use knives now, how does it feel like they are filming, by the way, this must be a prank, I can't help but sigh in my heart, the current marriage trouble is really getting more and more outrageous, they are obviously injured, they are still in the mood to play tricks on themselves.

In this case, it is better to rest for a while and recover your strength.

Yang Fan stopped thinking nonsense, and lay down quietly and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Yang Fan felt that his body finally had a trace of strength, and he tried to raise his hand, knock off the dirt on his face, and slowly open his eyes.

The first thing that catches your eye is the blue sky and white clouds, then the crooked neck jujube tree, as well as the loess and weeds around you.

I was really brought to the mountain, and I actually dug a pit, this prank is too much.

Yang Fan supported his upper body hard, and a sharp pain immediately came to his chest, Yang Fan hurriedly covered his chest with his hand, and a wet touch came from his hand.

Looking down, his chest was red, it seemed that the little sword was stabbed quite deeply, and he had shed so much blood, but even so, they didn't send themselves to the hospital, and they were in the mood to play tricks on themselves, what kind of friends did they make.

Yang Fan shook his head, frowned and looked at his chest, how could it be a white robe in ancient costume? Thinking of the conversation he heard just now, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart, they should have put a lot of thought into arranging such a scene.

Yang Fan struggled to climb out of the pit, looking at the surrounding lush woods, very unfamiliar, there is no such forest near his home, just now those people said that this is Qingfeng Mountain, the name Qingfeng Mountain is also very unfamiliar, he should not have been here.

Yang Fan felt a little uneasy in his heart, he always felt that this was not as simple as a prank, picked up the silver long sword on the ground, touched the cold blade, and frowned: "This sword is open, and there seems to be blood stains on it." ”

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