Chapter 27 Killing

"Xiaohui," the village head shouted Xiaohui, who was ready to enter the house. "Come here. I have something to tell you."

Xiaohui quietly sat opposite the village head and asked with a smile, "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

The village head sighed, "Xiaohui, you are not young. It's time to find a family. I'm getting older and older. If I die, no one will take care of you. It's my greatest wish to find a mother-in-law as soon as possible."

Xiaohui lowered her head and said nothing.

The village head stuffed some tobacco into the cigarette stick and slowly lit it. "Although Meng Li's child is a little anxious, other places are not bad. His parents have also told me many times that if there is no big problem, you can get married in a month or two."

Xiaohui pouted, "Grandpa, I don't like him. I won't marry."

The village head shook his head, "You child, the young man just stayed for one night. Don't think too much. He will leave tomorrow. It seems that he should be a son of a rich family. He is not from the same world as us. Don't have any other ideas. It's better to be pragmatic."

Xiaohui's tears flowed out, stubbornly wiping her tears and trying to pretend not to care, but she couldn't help crying.

The village head sighed again, turned around, and slowly walked back to the room. Xiaohui sobbed for a long time, looked at Zhao Haoran's room in a daze for a long time, packed up the tables and stools and ran back to her room.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, all of which was in his divine investigation, but he could not interrupt the matter of the two grandparents. What the village head said was indeed reasonable. The two were not from the same world at all. It was impossible to be together. It was much better to cry for one night than to cry all his life, so Zhao Haoran did not go out to persuade him.

"What's the sound?" Zhao Haoran suddenly opened his eyes and looked out of the window. The sky was already bright, and the low rumble kept coming.

A onemile away, it is already the limit range of Zhao Haoran's consciousness. Dozens of dragon blood horseshoes are wrapped in cloth pieces, and the sound is very dull. No wonder it doesn't sound normal. Although Zhao Haoran is asleep, he is still alert as a soul man.

It turned out to be a small horse thief. Zhao Haoran frowned. Such a small village has no oil at all. They are so popular. It seems that they should be veterans and must have some plots.

Zhao Haoran lay down** and did not get up. He still looked at their purpose first.

The journey is only a moment for a better war horse. The village is paved with blue stone. Even if the horseshoe is wrapped in cloth, you can hear the sound. Dozens of horse thieves turn over and get off the horse. The movements are very neat and look a little familiar.

Zhao Haoran rubbed his head. A year ago, the horse thief led by his beard dressed like this. Is it possible that the Lishan School sent special disciples to be a horse thief? This doesn't make sense. It's useless at all. There are other better ways to restrain money or inquire about information.

Dozens of people's footsteps are very light, and they can't notice it if they don't listen carefully. It seems that they are very familiar with Xiao Lizhuang. They are familiar with the road and run towards the village head's hut.

There are three houses in total. There is one person standing out of each door, holding a thin pipe, breaking the window paper, and slowly blowing something into the room.

Zhao Haoran sniffed with his nose, which seemed to be an ecstasy, which can temporarily anthetize a person's nerves, but it did not have any effect on the soul. Zhao Haoran still pretended to be in a coma. The whole little Lizhuang was shrouded. No matter what problem happened, he could be rescued directly.

Several horse thieves gestured, as if to make sure that the people inside had really been anesthetized. First, more than a dozen people rushed into Zhao Haoran's room, took a look and then ran out, as if they were not interested in him. The others walked into the village head and Xiaohui's room respectively.

Seeing Xiaohui, several people's eyes lit up. They quickly took out a cloth bag and put Xiaohui in it. Zhao Haoran thought about it and secretly followed them to see where they came from. If they could remove their old nests in one fell swoop, the area would be much more peaceful.

"Who is it?" Before Zhao Haoran went out, he heard that he began to shout outside, "Come on, the horse thief went into the village to rob."

Zhao Haoran suddenly heard that it was Meng Li's voice. The boy was worried about himself and had been hiding near the village head's house. Watching him fall asleep, Zhao Haoran didn't care. Unexpectedly, he woke up at this critical time and shouted.

Zhaoran really has an impulse to slap him to death. There are only more than 20 young men in the whole Lizhuang. In the face of horse thieves who are at least twice theirs, they have no advantage. In addition, there are still some old friends, women and children who need to be protected, so there is really too little power to fight.

If there is a fight, it is inevitable that there will be accidental injury in the panic, and Zhao Haoran does not dare to guarantee the safety of everyone.

Sure enough, under Meng Li's shouting, the people of Xiao Lizhuang woke up and took out commonly used firewood knives as weapons, but they were far worse than well-equipped horse thieves.

"Put down Xiaohui and I will spare your life." Meng Li still couldn't see the situation clearly at this time and stood in front of the horse thief and shouted.

"Roll" The nearest horse thief shouted and cut the knife. Meng Li couldn't dodge. A wisp of hair in front of him fell to the ground, which made him tremble all over and he no longer dared to speak.

The leading horse thief was a man with a scar on his face and arched his hand with a big knife in his arms. "Guys, we are just looking for this little girl this time. If there is nothing to do, please make way. We are going back. If we stop us, we will not be polite."

The villagers of Xiaolizhuang are very simple, but it doesn't mean that they are stupid. I'm afraid everyone knows what to do to take a beautiful girl, so no one makes way, even in the face of mountain thieves who are much higher than them.

Zhao Haoran knew that there was no way to go on like this.

"Fire Dragon Binding"

The fire rings separated one by one to find all the horse thieves, and his strength improved a step. Zhao Haoran's ability to control the dragon bondage was also a little stronger. Brahma God Fire also seemed to have a little eyebrows, but he had no time to experiment, so he was not sure whether he had mastered it or not.

Mountain thieves are all strong ordinary people. They have never seen the soul art. They were surprised to see the fire ring on their bodies, and then began to suffer severe pain. The meat on their bodies seemed to burn, and the whole little Lizhuang could smell a disgusting smell of meat.

Under Zhao Haoran's control, dozens of horse thieves quickly turned into ashes, and the only leading trousers left behind were wet. What kind of monster is this? Why did they draw flames out of thin air? It's really terrible and unbelievable.

I don't know which villager from Lizhuang took the lead in reacting, "The Great Immortal is coming."

"Quick, hurry, kneel down and kowtow."

"Pray for the blessing of the immortals."

“......”

Looking at the kneeling down on the ground, Zhao Haoran did not pay attention. Xiaohui and the village head controlled by Mixiang also woke up and saw this surprising scene.

Xiaohui looked at Zhao Haoran with complicated eyes and was a little confused. Maybe it was really as Grandpa said that she and Zhao Haoran were not from the same world.

After persuading for a long time, the villagers of Xiao Lizhuang stood up and looked at Zhao Haoran's eyes as a kind of reverence, as if he were a god who could save hardships. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and turned his head to see the remaining horse thief.

"Come here." Zhao Haoran hooked his fingers, and the mountain thief with a scar on his face ran over honestly. Only with good combat effectiveness can he be a small leader, but in the face of this unnatural phenomenon, his heart has long been full of fear. This person is a real immortal and can't be provoked.

"Who sent you here?"

"Yes... It was the second head who fell in love with the girl named Xiaohui, so we secretly took it back to be Mrs. The mountain thief hesitated for a moment and shook the matter out.

Zhao Haoran smiled. No wonder their way of action was so strange that they came to rob people.