Chapter 2 Sorrow

It is said that the mixed original beads have incredible power, which can make the manpower infinite. Therefore, countless martial artists are crazy about this. Han Fei was not excited when he heard that this treasure was actually this treasure. At this time, he had already thought of the hot-blooded picture of him holding a huge iron sword sweeping the battlefield.

Seeing that Han Fei was so excited, Han Yihong and Yang Yan were stunned.

With a wry smile, Yang Yan grabbed Han Fei and said lovingly, "Feier, what is this mixed original pearl? My father and mother don't know much about it. After all, the legend is a legend, and you don't have to believe it. You will naturally understand some things in the future.

Han Yihong answered and said, "Tomorrow, you will leave here with your parents and live with your grandfather. When spring comes, your father will ask your grandfather to send you to learn magic."

"Spoul?" Han Fei has never heard of this word. He turned his head and looked at his mother. Yang Yan smiled and said, "You will naturally know in the future."

The next day, Han Fei got up early. After simply jumping his body, he began to chop in his room with a big wooden sword. The glorious record of cutting down the thief with a sword last night made Han Fei even more fond of the sword. Thinking that there were all kinds of sword moves behind the sword spectrum, Han Fei couldn't wait to practice immediately, but considering his small body, he gave up.

However, Han Fei asked himself that it was the best he couldn't do it. It will take a long time to exercise the force points between the chopping to move at will.

After the exercise, Han Fei made a plan for himself to exercise, that is, to learn from the men in the small town and the soldiers of the government to carry heavy things and do hard work.

So, after training early in the morning, he helped his parents tidy up some small things and carry some heavy things to sell, and then ran to several houses next door to help with the work. Before breakfast, he had to say goodbye to his friends.

After sorting it out, the house was almost empty. After breakfast, the family of three rented a carriage with a big package and left the town.

Sitting in the carriage, Han Fei looked out of the window excitedly and could not feel his parents' nervousness and worries at all. He didn't understand what his parents were worried about at all. Even if the pearl was stolen by a thief, there would be danger. Didn't he find it all? What are you afraid of?

However, Han Yihong had just driven the carriage for a short time, but there was a sudden loud noise behind him, and the earth also made a dull trembling.

Despite his father's obstruction, Han Fei jumped out of the carriage and watched.

It was not far behind, and it was already cloudy, and there was black smoke rolling out of the dark clouds, falling in Guanfeng Town.

Han Fei's eyes widened and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. The position here was relatively high, so he could see it more clearly. Guanfeng Town was already screaming. Countless running townspeople cried and looking for their relatives for protection, but most of them were stained by black smoke during the run. In an instant, the bones were gone, and only the pungent smell permeated the air.

"No--" Han Fei shouted wildly. For a moment, he felt extremely heartache. His heart was like being hit by a sledgehammer. His eyes were congested and he wanted to run forward to save people, but his parents instantly pulled him and held him in his arms.

"No, no, Dad, mother, go and save them!" Seeing that his former uncles and aunts were all turned into powder by black smoke, Han Fei was suddenly extremely anxious, and a pair of small fingernails had been deeply into his father's arms.

He is not the only one who is heartbroken. Han Yihong and Yang Yan are full of tears, and their hearts are also extremely regret and indignation.

"Bao'er!" In the distance, a thin figure stumbled over. Han Fei suddenly saw who it was. It was the two-year-old baby girl next door. He had always loved her very much, just like his own sister.

Seeing that there was still life, Han Fei didn't know where the power came from. He suddenly broke away from his parents' pull and rushed to Bao'er.

"Brother--" The two little braids of Baoer's little girl were already messy. Seeing Han Fei running, she immediately rushed into Han Fei's arms and cried desperately. The ignorant little girl didn't know what had happened. She just saw the black smoke and instinctively feared.

The little brother and sister hugged each other and cried.

"Flyer--"

"Child--"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a sad and anxious roar came from behind. As soon as Han Fei's tears turned his head, a thick black smoke had fallen straight down, wrapping Han Yihong and Yang Yan in an instant.

"Dad-, mother-" Han Fei's eyes widened in disbelief, and he didn't know how painful it was in his heart. He trembled and walked to the black smoke in front of him.

"Wow--" A pungent wind mixed with snowflakes blew away the black smoke.

In front of Han Fei was a big hole, no shadow, no snowflakes, only a dripping gray bead.

"Ah--"

For a moment, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in Han Fei's brain. The roar of lightning made him have a splitting headache, and he knelt on the ground and howled with his head in his arms.

"Brother--"

Suddenly, there was an anxious call from Baoer's girl. Han Fei came over in an instant and suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Baoer.

But it was still late, and another black smoke left behind, which swept over Baoer in an instant and dissipated again in the blink of an eye. On the ground, there was only a pair of small feet of the baby girl who were not stained with black smoke, as well as the shallow footprints on the road.

"Bao'er--" Han Fei shouted sadly again, and the heartbreaking pain made his life worse than death. His eyes were blood-red, and the demonic red light was like a fierce ghost, permeate people's hearts. From him, there was also a faint breath, which floated out. Even the black smoke did not dare to occupy half of it.

The snowflakes roared past. At this time, no one appreciated the snow scene. The sad and desolate breath spread, which seemed to infect the world. The snowflakes were more urgent, and the wind blew more violently, as if to help the cold fly and blow away the horrible black smoke.

"Ah--"

"Ah--"

Han Fei can no longer hear the ups and downs of screams in the distance, and he can't see it. There seems to be only the thick dark room in front of him, only the indescribable pain.

"Ji Jie Jie Jie--" Suddenly, a strange laughter came from the sky. The laughter penetrated people's hearts and lungs. Hearing it, it was like entering the knife mountain hell, and the brain was interspersed with thousands of steel knives.

However, Han Fei couldn't feel it. At this moment, there is no pain that can move Han Fei.

In his heart, there was unspeakable pain all over his body, and the feeling that life was worse than death made Han Fei ignore the magic sound in laughter.

The tears left in his eyes had already overflowed, and his hoarse voice made him cry.

Looking up at the sky in a daze, Han Fei saw that a strange man in a black robe was smiling ferociously in the sky. The weirdo fanned his ears, his eyes were wide and small, and his facial features were extremely not correct. The weirdo's black snake-tailed sword is absorbing the twisted souls on the ground.

The weirdo laughed wildly, and Han Fei was still stunned.

At this moment, a white glow suddenly flew from the distance of the sky. The black smoke was illuminated by the glow, like snow meeting the scorching sun, and all of them turned into white eyes and dissipated in the sound.

"The bold evil is actually a disaster for the world. Today, you will be destroyed!"

A delicate scold came from the sky. Han Fei turned his head and couldn't help but be in a trance. In the white glow, a beautiful woman dressed in white gauze, with a white jade hairpin on her head, a white giant sword under her feet, holding a white short fairy sword in her hand, and the white light penetrated from the tip of the sword.

"Ji Jie, where did the little girl come from? It turned out to be a little disciple of Xianxia Sect, Jie..." The strange man saw the woman in white from the royal sword and smiled strangely.

Then the strange man waved his hand, and dark clouds rolled over the sky, covering the whole sky.

Holding the baby girl's blood-stained small shoes and remaining feet, and the mixed bead, Han Fei walked forward muddle-headedly. There was no direction and no purpose. His eyes returned to Qingming, but they were full of confusion, helplessness and endless sadness in an instant.

On the high cliff, Han Fei knelt down in front of a small earthen tomb, bowing his head and crying silently. He didn't know how he went up to this high cliff, and he didn't know how to bury Baoer's little feet.

The bloody little hand is holding a pair of baby girl's small velvet boots and the mixed pearl.

Han Fei did not find that a drop of blood on his hand was inhaled into the mixed beads.

Looking up at the sky, Han Fei has regained his mind, and the pain in his heart still continues, and it is getting worse and worse. It seems that there are thousands of knives constantly penetrating the whole body, and countless beasts are biting their hearts.

"Ah--"

To the sky, Han Fei roared again, and the shrill roar could feel the pain of his heartbreaking and heartbreaking pain.

"Rumble--" The sky is rolling with black clouds again, but there is no black fog ghost that makes people panic, but the vast thunder cloud.

"Bom!" A golden thunder and lightning cut through the sky, tore the black clouds, and fell on Han Fei.

To be precise, it fell on the mixed beads in Han Fei's hand.

Han Fei fainted in an instant, but before he fainted, when his eyes were about to close, he saw an incredible scene. After being split by the golden thunder and lightning, he turned from gray to golden yellow, and then became illusory and integrated into the palm of his hand.

After watching this scene, Han Fei couldn't support it anymore and fainted in an instant. His body fainted forward and fell into the rolling water under the high cliff. His left hand is still clutching the pair of small velvet boots.