Bu Xinghuo naturally knew that his junior sister was doting.
The little girl didn't know how difficult it was to survive. When she saw that the other party was about to seek death, she immediately wanted to help him get rid of it. She was stopped by her third senior brother.
"This man's mouth is too bad. I won't kill him and tear his mouth, right?"
It was just a noisy, and a young girl in a blue skirt walked out of the door, looking well-behaved and cute.
"Young Master said, if you are passers-by, please stay! In the deep mountains and forests, there is no difficulty for who can go out?"
"no."
The hammer-holder interrupted rudely, "Who knows if they are spies sent by bandits? The man said just now that they have martial arts skills. When bandits come, they cooperate inside and outside, and we can't escape."
The girl was a little timid in the face of the man and said quietly, "It was what the young master said."
She glanced at the three of them a few times. A tall man in his thirties bent over and supported a woman. The girl in yellow shirt raised her eyebrows and pouted, and her eyes were cold.
In the heavy rain, the pitiful appearance of the three of them seemed to touch the girl's thoughts.
"If you don't accept it, you can tell the young master yourself and stop competing with me here."
The man glared at the girl fiercely and turned around and entered the house. The girl was afraid that he would talk too much in front of the master, so she hurriedly followed her in.
After a while, the man came out arrogantly and stood under the eaves with his waist on his back.
"Young Master said, I can't keep you, get out!"
"You~"
Mo Xiaoran was irritable, "Senior brother, I won't kill anyone. Is it okay to demolish this broken house?"
With a long sigh, Bu Xinghuo shook his head slowly, "Junior sister, let's go!"
The man shouted and turned around and left with many servants.
"Senior brother, why are you so tolerant? A group of ants dare to scream and be so annoyed!"
Mo Xiaoran was angry and always felt unhappy. She wanted to do something big and calm down.
"You and I visited late at night. They were in danger of bandits. It is understandable to regard you and me as bandits."
"But we are not bandits."
"What evidence do you have to prove that you are not?"
"There is no evidence to prove that we are?"
"Junior sister, when you go out, everything will not go well. The purpose of practicing is not to make you bully the weak."
"Hmph~ The purpose of my practice is to avoid being bullied."
Bu Xinghuo smiled bitterly and shook his head. Although this junior sister is only eleven years old, she has her own ideas and cannot be changed easily.
As he was speaking, a girl's shout came from behind him.
Mo Xiaoran turned around, and the girl in blue came with an umbrella in one hand and a bag in the other. She groaned in front of the three of them for a long time before she breathed evenly.
The girl raised her head, and the pair of eyes on her well-behaved face were filled with joy, and the bag in her hand was handed out.
"The horse guard said a lot of bad things about you in front of the young master. The young master was deceived by him and misunderstood that you were bad guys. There were some clean clothes to replace, and some food was also available.
However, four miles from here to there, there is a thatched hut, which is a resting place for the servants in the mansion to chop wood, so you can live there.
Although the environment is a little bit bad, it can shelter from wind and rain. There is also a lot of firewood piled up inside, so you can use it for your own purposes.”
The girl pointed to the depths of the forest in the northeast direction, with a worried face. In just a short distance, her forehead was already sweating and raining. It must be because she was too anxious when she was chasing her.
Mo Xiaoran did not reach out and stood in the rain staring at the girl, "Aren't you afraid that we are bad people?"
The girl smiled and said, "You are not bad guys, I can see."
She handed the umbrella to Mo Xiaoran, took out another umbrella and put it on her head, waved her hand, "I have to go back, otherwise the young master will be surprised."
By the way, don’t hold a grudge against the young master, he is a great good man.”
The girl's figure gradually left with the sound of raindrops and stepping on the water. Mo Xiaoran opened the umbrella and placed it on top of her senior sister and third brother. She threw the bag containing food and changing clothes into the storage bag, and silently looked at the girl.
The pointed hut goes.
The thatched hut is not large in size, with piles of firewood on one side and thatched on the other side. The air is not pungent, but the fragrance of hay is filled with.
In such heavy rain, the thatched huts in the deep mountains brought a trace of peace to the three of them.
He took out a Peiyuan Dan and put it into Wei Qianfang's mouth. Seeing her face slightly improve, Bu Xinghuo walked out of the hut and waited for Wei Qianfang to change into dry clothes.
Not long after, a flame ignited in the house, dispelling the moisture and chill in the air. Mo Xiaoran opened the bag, and inside it were a few steamed buns and a worn but clean linen skirt.
The length is small and thin, so you can barely wrap your body. I guess the girl gave her clothes.
Things are urgent, and there is no need to worry about whether it is appropriate or not.
Mo Xiaoran smiled at the corner of her mouth, thinking of the girl who was five or six years older than her, her mood suddenly improved a lot.
This place is not far from the glorious mansion, and Mo Xiaoran doesn't care why such a mansion was built in a remote and deserted mountain.
She sat cross-legged and meditated, with the cyclone behind her spreading, and she frantically absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
As the realm came to the twelfth level of Qi Refining, the spiritual sea in her body seemed to be a bottomless abyss. No matter how hard she tried to refine spiritual power, she could not fill the spiritual sea.
Daily life is also very simple. Practice the marksmanship according to memory in the illusion, improve the intention of the gun, and use other times to meditate and breathe to increase your own Taoist rhyme.
The heavenly tribulation of the foundation-building stage seemed to be hanging over the head, and it felt like a knife was always pressed into the back of the heart, but it was unwilling to stab it out.
Feeling uncomfortable!
Suddenly, a wailing roar came from the little girl's ears. At first, she thought she was hallucinating.
After a while, the sound was still there, mixed with the bursting sound of the burning fire.
In the fire, Mo Xiaoran opened her eyes and saw her senior brother standing at the door of the hut, looking towards the mansion.
In the pouring rain, half of the sky was dyed red above the mansion, and a large area of water mist reflected by the flames was dark red.
"Sure enough, a bandit committed the murder."
Before he looked back, Bu Xinghuo knew that his junior sister had recovered from awakening.
"It's better to kill them all!"
Mo Xiaoran was angry with the rudeness of the family and subconsciously said it.
But the next second, she came to her senses and her whole muscles tensed up instantly.
"Senior brother, I'll go watch the fun!"
"Um!"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Xiaoran rushed out from Bu Xinghuo like an arrow, and the smooth and muddy road surface could not affect the speed at all.
After she ran fifty meters, she flew towards an ancient tung tree with her toes on the tree, and her body suddenly swelled, then she jumped straight on the branches and leaves above the slope and disappeared in a rainy night.
At this time, the big tree that needed two people to join the tree to break from the middle and when it landed on the ground, it made a roar.
Mo Xiaoran in the wind and rain was like a goshawk approaching the burning mansion over the forest. The rain water as big as a soybean hit the girl's forehead and cheeks, and could not stop her at all.
Her idea is very simple.
Everyone else can die, but the young lady who sends her bags must not be in trouble.
People respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot.
This is her style of conduct.
The smell of blood, the smell of fireworks.
The strong and pungent smell of blood and the breathtaking screams of women.
When things came to an end, the little girl's heart calmed down, like a bat foraging in late night, without a trace of sound, landing on a broken roof.
The yard, the walls, the gardens, the ponds, and corpses are everywhere.
Some servants dressed up and held bows and arrows and died with their eyes open, some were ragged, and some were even a few stout villains.
The flowing rain washed the ground and the blood spurted out of the wound, and the ground had already turned into a dull red color.
The killing field does not have the ambition of golden swords and iron horses, but it is the Shura field for harvesting life.
Everything is just the heroic spirit imagined by later generations of Wen Ran.
In the lights of the main house, more than twenty bandits dressed in ragged faces surrounded by red eyes staring at the trembling three people.
Other places came the man's greedy laughter like a beast and the woman's helpless crying and begging.
Mo Xiaoran was unmoved and looked around for traces of the girl.
"My uncles, this little girl is still an uninformed chick. It must have a good taste. I'll give it to you!"
In the main room, a male voice similar to a hammer guard came, followed by a woman exclaiming, a young man's angrily rebuke, and unscrupulous laughter.
“On there!”
In the darkness, Mo Xiaoran's eyes lit up, the soles of her feet exploded, and the figure came to the door of the main house, and with a loud bang, the broken bricks splashed like rain.
The girl in green was panicked and frightened, crying with the rain, and shouted, "Young Master, save me, save me!"
The young man hiding in the corner of the wall was as handsome as a jade-like face, and dressed as a Confucian scholar. If he were to be a handsome young man who made the girl's wife feel rippled.
But at this moment, his whole body was trembling and his legs were swinging. Facing the vicious bandits, he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword out of the sheath.
The roaring roar caused by Mo Xiaoran's appearance was stunned. When everyone in the house saw that the person was just a girl about ten years old, they all burst into laughter.
"Oh, this little girl is pretty, she has a tender skin!"
"Brother, that girl will give you this little girl, will I give it to me?"
"A bastard, you don't let a child go. Are you still a human being?"
"Hehe, after we do this, who still treats ourselves as human beings?"
A wave of obscene laughter that I understood was surrounded by bandits with green eyes like wolves, and the smile on the corners of their mouths was disgusting.
A leader-like eyes drifted to his subordinates, and immediately more than a dozen bandits walked towards the young master and the hammer-holder, while the rest surrounded Mo Xiaoran.
Mo Xiaoran ignored it, with only the girl in her eyes, stretched out a hand, "Follow me."
The girl was stunned and reacted and shouted anxiously, "Go away quickly, go away quickly, they are not human at all."
"Follow me!"
The sound was not loud, and the girl listened to it very clearly.
"Little Nizi, you're looking for death!"
A bandit raised his knife fiercely and slashed at Mo Xiaoran's outstretched arm. Mo Xiaoran did not dodge or avoid it, and let the knife slash at his elbow.
The evil man's smile froze, because after a crisp sound, the knife seemed to cut off not a flesh and blood body, but a solid rock.
The knife shattered in half from the middle.
The tip of the knife bounces back and pierces into the evil man's right eye.
The evil man had no time to react, and the person had already raised his head and fell down, but the girl's posture was not moving at all.
"Follow me!"
At this time, everyone understood that this small little girl had unique skills.
The sound of the weapon being unsheathed resounding throughout the main house.
The girl seemed to have found a savior in an instant.
"Please save our young master!"
Mo Xiaoran turned his head and glanced at the young man. He saw that his face looked like earth, his expression was painful, he covered his left abdomen with both hands and slowly fell down.