"Tiny... Little benefactor... Not a tribute..."

If it weren't for the knowledge from the big Han, Chang'an would not have believed that a woman in her thirties had a face as old as a sixty-year-old woman, and the pressure and hardships she was under were really heartbreaking when you thought about it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the dilapidated, piled up with sundries, looking at Aunt Li's unkempt face, but full of sincere smile and innocent face, Chang'an for the first time, there was a feeling of recognition, it was a simple emotion without any emotion, a kind of relaxed and happy, deeper than the satisfaction of winning the first place in the list of Nanfeng disciples, although this feeling is sad, but behind this sadness, it is a kind of maternal love.

A complicated look flashed in Chang'an's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Auntie, your heart, your heart, these are good for your son, I have to go, I can't delay..."

Nodding heavily to Aunt Li, Chang'an didn't say a word, slightly overflowed with spiritual power, separated the villagers blocking the door, and walked outside the village.

Aunt Li and the villagers also chased out of the house, looked at Chang'an's back, and waved their hands silently, and those villagers who wanted Chang'an to teach them their spells before couldn't help but sigh and shake their heads, looking disappointed.

At this moment, Chang'an, who was communicating with Xiao Qi, looked startled and turned back sharply.

Behind the villagers who were smiling and waving to him, there was a strange wind.

This strange wind appeared from behind the villagers, in the wind and snow, it rolled quickly, a young man wearing a bloody robe and fangs, appeared from the strange wind, looked at Chang'an with a cruel smile in the distance, his face changed greatly, stepping on the strange wind, falling from the sky, blowing all the villagers who were waving to Chang'an retreated again and again, and fell to the ground.

Yin Hu's body just fell to the ground, and suddenly a miserable scream sounded, and the middle-aged man who was still begging him to teach the technique just now, his body immediately expanded, like a balloon that exploded, and exploded into a blood mist with a bang.

The blood mist splashed on the other villagers, causing them to explode one after another.

Yin Hu looked at Chang'an who gritted his teeth and looked at Chang'an with a cold look in his eyes defiantly, smiled gloomily, opened his mouth and sucked it violently, and in an instant, these blood mist scattered around, as if being towed, rushed into Yin Hu's mouth and nose, and the villagers who were still talking and laughing with him just now were frightened by the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and they were dumbfounded.

There were even a few women who fainted directly from this scene.

"What's the matter, you don't know me?"

Yin Hu laughed, his finger pointed at a villager again, and under the scream, it was like a scattered blood flower, so that Chang'an's eyes were full of hideous bloodshots, and his clenched hands were dissatisfied with the bulging green tendons.

"Where did you go with your momentum just now? Where did you kill my vine spirit's arrogance? Only the eighth layer of the spirit gathering, and dare to go against me Yin Hu, kill you, I should be able to step into that last step..."

Yin Hu licked his lips, and when his finger was about to point at a villager again, Chang'an could no longer suppress the monstrous anger in his heart, and the killing machine was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, surging out of his eyes and roaring: "You dare..."

"Dare?"

Yin Hu's eyes flashed with coldness, and he would think of Chang'an's disdain when he stepped on his vine essence, and said ruthlessly with the same anger: "I dare!

I saw Yin Hu's fingers tremble, and the villager he pointed at suddenly had no blood, his whole body convulsed and knelt on the ground, his hands grabbed the bloody face with seven holes, and he screamed miserably, and the voice responded in the cold and snow wind, and exploded under the screams of all the stunned villagers, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

As soon as he opened his mouth to suck the blood mist, Yin Hu made a move with both hands, and a child who was held in his mother's arms and kept crying, swept by the black wind, flew straight into Yin Hu's palm, and the mother who grabbed the child's hand dragged out a long trace in the snow.

"Don't, don't... No... Please spare my child, please..."

Yin Hu smiled gloomily, looked at the woman and shouted, "Let you go... Who has spared Yin Hu? I spent countless hours of hard work and time to kill the vine spirit I cultivated, did he ever let me go?"

Speaking of this, Yin Hu kicked the woman who was begging for mercy in pain, turned his head and looked at Chang'an viciously, his white eyes were full of extreme resentment and said: "Thirty years, thirty years, I am enough to block the foundation building period, thirty years, as long as in two years, I can use the essence blood of the vine spirit to break through that layer, it's you, it's you... Ahhh It's all your fault..."

Looking at Yin Hu, whose face was full of cruelty and roaring in the sky, Chang'an's eyes were full of anger, and the unstoppable eight-layer cultivation of Gathering Spirits, under Chang'an's anger, broke the silk rope wrapped around his hair, making Chang'an look like a lion who had been angry, and his teeth were even more clumsy.

Chang'an wanted to save it, but the powerful cultivation of the eleventh layer of the Gathering Spirit on Yin Hu's body was like a big mountain, pressing on him, making him tremble, and the anger in his heart was like a thunderous flood that filled the river trough, and his heart was like a knife, and all thoughts were lost.

The woman who was kicked by Yin Hu and vomited blood and fell to the ground climbed up again, holding her face blurred by tears and blood, looking at the child who kept crying in Yin Hu's hands, and climbed forward again and again, just a few meters away, as if she had climbed for a century, and the blood left from the corner of her mouth left shocking blood marks on the snow, but the hope and desire in her eyes were so resolute and helpless.

"Please, please, let go... Spare my child... Kill, kill me... Kill me..."

Yin Hu looked at the woman who was clutching her heels and begging, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, she smiled faintly, and in her white eyes without a trace of humanity, a cruel color suddenly crossed over, and at the same time, she grabbed the hand of the woman and child, and shook it violently, and under the scream, the child who was only six or seven years old suddenly turned into a blood mist and was sucked into the stomach by Yin Hu, who was laughing hideously.

I saw Yin Hu laughing wildly as if he had eaten a big supplement: "Hahahahahaha......"

"No... My child, my child, you give my child back..."

Yin Hu sneered, squinted his eyes, raised his eyebrows, glanced at him disdainfully, and the grief-stricken old woman who was crying heartbreakingly said, "Give back your child?" hahahaha... Didn't you see? I just killed your lovely child, and I slapped your beloved child into a blood mist and inhaled it, and that smell... Is... Wonderful..."

"Ahhh I hate you... I hate you... Hate you... It's you, it's you... Hurt us... It's you..."

Looking at the cruel smile on Yin Hu's face, the woman suddenly put her eyes full of hatred in the distance, and on the face of Chang'an, who seemed to be indifferent, the monstrous resentment in her words was like a fierce beast devouring human nature, it was so strong, so scorching.

Yin Hu glanced at Chang'an with a smile, raised his left foot, like Chang'an stepping on a blood-colored rattan, and did not hesitate to crush the woman's head, blood splashed everywhere, Chang'an burst into tears, wept, bowed his head and roared.

"What's next... It's the old woman who killed my vine spirit..."