In this world, the most helpless people are ordinary people. Not only do you have www.biquge.info to live in the terrifying shadow of a different race, but you also have to be exploited by the same kind of cultivators.

For decades, I worked hard just to be able to mix a bite to eat and continue to live.

The more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it became, and he raised his eyes to glance left and right.

The uncles and uncles in the village were digging the spiritual ore on both sides, their bodies were rickety, and their expressions were numb, like wooden men with a wound up.

Bai Xiaojian sighed in his heart: "Do I always have to live like this in the future?" ”

He saw sweat dripping down his father's reddish-brown back from the sun, and his heart felt distressed.

"My father and mother raised me so much, I can't let them suffer like this anymore. I'm going to have to work hard!"

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, Bai Xiaojian firmly clenched the handle of the shovel in his hand again.

Picked up high and smashed down with all his might, the tip of the shovel nailed into the crack in the rock, shaking his hands slightly numb.

Bai Xiaojian gritted his teeth, and with a strong thrust, a small piece of stone fell, and a dark green spirit stone fell from between the cracks in the stone.

The impact of ping-pong on the construction site was like the sound of frogs before a thunderstorm.

The workers **** their upper bodies, sweating like rain on their backs, and huge beads of sweat flashing in the scorching sun.

Suddenly, a dark cloud drifted from nowhere, moving towards Shuangxia Mountain.

The scorching sun was obscured, and the temperature around me was much cooler.

While the workers on the construction site were enjoying the unexpected coolness, the monks who were standing guard were all grim-faced, looking up at the large dark clouds that were getting closer and closer, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

"Senior brother, could it be a demon?"

A monk who was only seventeen or eighteen years old asked an older monk beside him.

"Maybe it's just passing by, I shouldn't dare to come and plunder our veins. Have you forgotten the last time we sent a dozen core disciples in the valley to destroy a nearby demon cave? With the strength of our Nine Yin Valley, no blind monster would dare to trouble us. ”

The older monk comforted his brother and himself.

The young monk thought to himself, it was precisely because we destroyed the demon cave that it was difficult to ensure that these monsters were not coming for us.

But he didn't say what was in his heart, but the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

The demon cloud slowly descended, like a huge black net, the sun was still shining before, but in an instant, it was as cold as an autumn rain.

"Alert! Alert! The demon clan is coming! Alert!"

A shout came from nowhere, and suddenly the earth was shattered.

The garrison disciples of the Nine Yin Valley gathered in one place and waited for the battle.

Those ordinary people who work are even more chaotic, jumping around and running for their lives.

"Don't panic! Don't mess around! With us here, what do you have to be afraid of! Demons or spirits are coming, and if they come, they will be sent to death! Damn it! Don't run around, stand up for me! Whoever runs will kill whoever runs first!"

A few of the monks tore their throats and shouted and cursed, and the ant-like workers settled down a little.

These people have also encountered incidents of demon attacks on weekdays, and they quickly calmed down.

"Stand in line obediently for me! ”

It was the leader of the garrison monks, a monk at the pinnacle of the spiritual realm.

He looked at the honest worker with a cold gaze, but he only cared about two things in his heart.

First, the demon clan is coming, whether this spirit stone vein can be defended.

The second is how to escape if you can't hold it.

As for the life and death of these ordinary people, he didn't care about it at all.

When the monk turned around, Xiaojian's father tugged at the corner of Xiaojian's clothes.

He lowered his voice and said, "Wait a minute, as soon as I shout to run, you will run home desperately, no matter what happens, don't stop." ”

Bai Xiaojian nodded, "Dad, what should you do?"

"Silly boy, of course I'll run home with you! These immortals can't believe their words, if there is really a demon invasion, they will only take care of themselves, regardless of whether we live or die. ”

Bai Xiaojian nodded again.

Bai Xiaojian's father glanced left and right, and everyone's faces showed a look of understanding.

Everyone knows that when disaster really comes, only their own legs can save their lives.

The clouds became lower and lower, and the expressions on the monks' faces became tighter and tighter.

One by one, they looked intently at the clouds that were about to fall, and they were tense!

At this moment, Bai Xiaojian's father's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted: "Run!"

The workers, who had been quiet and quiet, ran down the hill like frightened rabbits with all their might.

The monks were caught off guard, and when they came to their senses, the workers were already rushing down the mountain like a plate of loose sand.

"Damn, stop me, I'll kill anyone who dares to run again!"

Bai Xiaojian heard the menacing shout and chased after him from behind, and his heart suddenly became nervous.

These monks don't blink a murderous eye, if they are targeted, they will really die!

"Worship Xiaojian, run, run, don't look back!"

Bai Xiaojian heard his father's voice, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of dead wood floating on the water, and immediately ran forward frantically.

The mountain road was rugged and overgrown with wild grass, and he swished into the grass with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and his clothes were scratched several times by the grass stems and branches.

As he ran, the heavens and the earth seemed to become silent, and all he could hear was the beating of a drum in his chest.

"Worship Xiaojian!"

A shout that seemed to come from the depths of consciousness shook Bai Xiaojian's footsteps.

He turned his head abruptly and saw his father's expression frozen in pain.

Bai Xiaojian's father saw Bai Xiaojian who stopped, and tears fell past his eyes.

"Run......

Bai Xiaojian's father shouted this short sentence with all the strength of his remaining life, and finally collapsed.

Behind him, a white-robed monk appeared, slowly raising a blood-stained sword in his hand.

"He killed my father!"

This thought came to Bai Xiaojian's head like lightning, and he immediately fell into a blank.

His face was numb and expressionless, but the tears in his eyes overflowed and flowed down his cheeks as if they were self-inflicted.

The monk raised his head and stared at the little sword with a fierce look.

"Whoever dares to run again, I will kill him!"

The friars' intimidation had no effect.

Everyone knows that the monsters are coming soon, and these monks will not spare much energy to stop them from escaping, and if they turn back now, there is only one way to die!

The death of his companion only inspired the rest to run forward even more desperately.

Bai Xiaojian also came back to his senses immediately.

"I still have a mother at home, I can't die! I want to live! If I also die, what will my mother do!"

(To be continued.)

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