The bright moon arrives (Part 2)

The rope that bound Abao was cut off, so Abao naturally would not sit and wait for death. He broke left and right in the fire, but the flames stared at him like poisonous snakes. In which direction Abao escaped, the fire snakes rushed towards him.

Abao rushed out several times with all his strength, his little face was blackened, his clothes were burned by Mars several holes, and even some marks of burnt by fire were added to his arms. But he couldn't get out, and no matter how he broke through, he couldn't get out.

Abao stood in the fire, a little anxious.

When the people around him saw this scene, especially Mr. Wei, they began to panic. If the punishment of unfilial descendants failed, he didn't know how to explain to his ancestors.

He made a quick decision, kept lifting the crutch and then pesting it on the ground, looking a little furious.

"Around him, surround him!"

"Don't let these unfilial descendants run away!"

Because I was too excited, my face changed. My old and kind face turned ferocious at this moment, as if Abao in the fire was a murderer of his father. The old man's eyes were cold and sharp, like a poisonous snake.

Abao ran a few times but couldn't run out, so he stood there and looked at Mr. Wei coldly.

He knew that the person who saved him was either an old madman or his master or Brother Xu. No matter who they were, they would not watch him burn to death.

At the same time, Abao completely gave up on this group of people.

Even at a certain moment just now, he hoped that these people would die, that Zu Yinghua could immediately make the toxins attack, that he hoped that as these pedantic people wailed and foamed on the ground, that he hoped to see Mr. Wei lying on the ground and looking at him with regretful eyes.

Abao stood in the fire, and Mr. Wei was panicked. The people in the village picked up the harpoon and surrounded Abao in the fire. But except for one person.

Zu Yinghua, at first, was full of worry, but now, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He patted Mr. Wei on the shoulder and said softly: "Don't be afraid of Mr. Wei, we are there!"

After saying that, he gave a look at his junior brothers and sisters around him, and everyone left immediately, with the ancestral hall as the center, divided into several directions, and searched forward.

He is not afraid of someone appearing, and whether it is an old lunatic or a mysterious person, he has gained something.

If the mysterious man appears and solves him, there will be less obstacles when doing things; if the old madman appears and finds out that he is the person the sect leader needs, it will be a great achievement. If not, even if an uncertain factor is eradicated.

No matter what, as long as someone cares about Abao, he can eliminate the uncertainty in the dark. What he fears most is that the people behind Abao completely hide in the dark regardless of Abao's life and death.

Fortunately, that situation did not happen.

Not afraid of being strong, but fear of being ruthless. Once a person has bonds, he will have weaknesses. Zu Yinghua is not afraid of how strong the people in the dark are. He is most afraid of being ruthless and having no worries.

Zu Yinghua looked at Abao and suddenly changed the long sword in his right hand to his left hand. Then he waved his sleeves and a gust of wind blew up Abao. The fire took advantage of the wind and the fire suddenly jumped up.

Abao staggered and fell into the fire.

Suddenly, a figure rushed into the fire regardless of concern, and Zu Yinghua's eyes condensed.

The figure seemed clumsy and firm, even if it was burned on its body, it would not care. The figure carried a sword and used it as a stick to lift all the burning firewood, rushed into the fire, then picked up Abao, and rushed out again.

Many people were holding harpoons before they got on, but Zu Yinghua reached out to stop him.

The person who saved the man was crazy Fan Bushui. He carried Abao out, his face was not blackened, and his hair was burned. But when he saw Abao, he became happy, and he ignored the small flames on his clothes and started dancing.

Abao hurriedly put out the fire on Fan Bujue's body and glanced at the people who surrounded them.

His eyes were like the last wolf in the pack, with hatred and murderous intent.

Fan Buji suddenly patted his shoulder. Abao turned his head and looked at Fan Buji, his face filled with a slightly bitter smile. "Why are you here?" Abao hugged Fan Buji and asked gently.

Fan Bujiu grinned his teeth, his blackened face and his teeth turned whiter under the moonlight. Abao thought the master was becoming more and more cute. Although, so far, he hadn't taught himself anything.

Fan Bujue patted his stomach, then pointed at Abao, babbling like a baby,

He said intermittently: "You...he..." and waved his hand, then pointed to his stomach and said a word.

"Hungry!"

Abao laughed out loud with tears and laughter on his face. It feels so good to be relied on and believed in by others, although he and the people who believe in him are crazy.

He understood the meaning of Fan not saving. Fan not saving means that Abao was not there, Xu Changan did not go, and he was hungry, so he came out to find Abao.

After Fan Buxue finished speaking, he looked at everyone around him, like an angry puppy, grinning at the people.

Abao hurriedly hugged him.

Fan Buji pointed at everyone and said two words in full.

"Bad guy!"

Abao smiled, laughing extremely happily. At this time, Mr. Wei could no longer hold it back and shouted loudly: "A foreign madman who is not good or bad, and an unfilial descendant are all burned! Comfort the spirit of the ancestors in heaven!"

As soon as the words were finished, a group of people carried harpoons and walked towards Abao and Fanbu.

Seeing this situation, Zu Yinghua became happier. All of this went towards the situation he imagined. With the help of the people, he grabbed the old madman and attracted the mysterious man to come out. If he couldn't beat the mysterious man, it would be fine, and he would have a backup plan.

Fan Buji saw everyone approaching with a harpoon that was shining under the moonlight, and hurried into Abao's arms.

Abao smiled, coaxing Fan Bus as if his mother was coaxing him when she was a child.

"It's okay, it's okay, at worst we can die together!"

When I heard the word "death", it might have been so exciting that Fan Bu Shuo was crazy.

He suddenly raised his head from Abao's arms, tightened his hand holding the long sword, his long hair fluttered, and stood up. With the wave of the long sword, the sword energy was sprinkled out, stirring up a large area of ​​sand.

The people were stunned and immediately took a few steps back, not daring to move forward.

Seeing this, Mr. Wei was so anxious that he stamped his feet!

"What are you afraid of? Just a lunatic! There are so many of you!"

Hearing Mr. Wei's roar and cough, the people plucked up their courage and surrounded Fan Buji and Abao.

Zu Yinghua glanced at the furious Mr. Wei. He liked the old man more and more. This old man was very cute and stupid.

A group of people surrounded him, and Fan Bujue's head was in chaos, but he only knew two things.

He glanced at Abao beside him, and he knew that the first priority was to protect the child; and the second thing was that the people surrounding them were bad people.

Although Fan Bujiu was unconscious, in this case, it was enough to know these two things.

Looking at the crowd surrounding them, the sword swung again, and a dozen people suddenly became shorter, and waves of wailing came. They squatted on the ground, holding their bloody calf, and the harpoon was also thrown aside.

At this time, no one dared to make any progress.

Zu Yinghua sighed, feeling a little regretful. Although this old madman was crazy, his cultivation was still there and his instinct to survive was still there. It was not something that these people could deal with, so he could only take action by himself.

"Sir, you can rest for a while, I'll deal with this guy!"

Seeing Zu Yinghua holding a long sword, he jumped to Fan Buxue's face and blocked everyone behind him. Old Wei was very determined to kill this unfilial descendant Abao tonight and accuse him of guilt. He knew that Zu Yinghua was a cultivator, so he called the people back.

Zu Yinghua looked at Fan Buxue and slowly drew out the long sword in his hand.

Fan Buji was gasping for breath at this time, like a beast protecting his cub, and hugged Abao behind him, staring at Zu Yinghua who was smiling.

Under the moon, two figures intertwined, with sharp sword energy. Several coconut trees around them fell down in response to the sound, and the sand and stones around them exploded. They all rose, just like the plum rains these days.

Fan Buji was panting, Zu Yinghua's forearm was bleeding, and his hands holding the sword were trembling slightly.

He really didn't expect that this old madman was so powerful that he was a little master. Fortunately, he was crazy. If he wasn't crazy, he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to catch his sword.

After a round of battle, the position of the two had already changed, and Abao hid aside.

Zu Yinghua glanced at him and saw Abao. He did not hesitate at all. He followed the sword and stabbed Abao with waves of sword energy.

Although Fan Bujue was not clear-headed, he knew that he wanted to protect Abao, so he was anxious. He also rushed towards Abao with a long sword. Seeing Zu Yinghua trying to stab Abao, Fan Bujue was suddenly

He screamed in a hurry. Suddenly, Zu Yinghua's sword turned and stabbed Fan Buji's abdomen. The sword entered his body. Fan Buji grinned in pain, but the instinct for fighting was still there, and a palm hit Zu Yinghua's chest. Zu Yinghua suddenly flew out like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood.

Fan Buju pulled out the long sword from his abdomen, threw it away casually, and fell in front of Abao.

Abao burst into tears. Apart from his parents, the only one who is the old madman will protect him desperately.

He hugged Fan Bujue tightly. Fan Bujue grinned and smiled foolishly. Seeing that Abao was fine, he felt relieved.

Zu Yinghua lay on the ground without any strength to fight again. At this time, his fingers bent, put them in his hand and blew them, and a long roar came out.

After a few long whistles, no one came. Zu Yinghua gritted his teeth and frowned.

"Stop bragging, are you looking for them?"

His junior brother and sister were tied up and could tell at a glance that they had been restrained. A young man in a civilian dragged his junior brother and sister out of the darkness.

Zu Yinghua's face changed, and he stretched out his hand, and the long sword that was lost by Fan Bushu flew back to his hand.

He stood up with a long sword, his face turned extremely gloomy.

"You forced me." As he said that, he took out a red crystal ball from his arms.

"Yinghua, stop fighting! Stay with the green mountains here, don't be afraid of burning firewood." Old Wei walked towards Zu Yinghua and persuaded this "outstanding" back with heartache.

Zu Yinghua waved his hand and Mr. Wei fell to the ground.

Looking at Old Wei with a shocked face, Zu Yinghua smiled and scolded: "Old guy, he is still so naive!"

"I tell you that I gave the poison, just to let you take pills!"

"Do you think that's a good thing? He's really a little beast. You've treated him like this, causing his family to be destroyed. He actually helped you. All beasts know that there is revenge. You little guy, you are not even as good as a beast!"

Zu Yinghua pointed at Abao and cursed. Although he was scolding Abao, the people's faces were so painful when they heard this, especially Mr. Wei, who was so angry that he couldn't even say anything.

As Zu Yinghua said, he recited a magic trick. The magic power in his body flowed wildly. Suddenly, the red crystal ball became extremely bright. Most of the people immediately rolled on the ground and howled. Xu Changan watched a trace of red aura being pulled into the crystal ball. Zu Yinghua, who was holding the crystal ball, also turned rosy, and even his aura became a little stronger.

Fan Buji looked at the red crystal ball blankly at this time, as if he had remembered something, and kept murmuring three words: "Blood Poison Ball."
To be continued...