Aiming for the Immortal Path

"Well, there's also a little girl movie?"

Seeing the little girl, the three of them were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, the square-faced man, who had been silent until now, seemed to have thought of something. He rolled his eyes furtively, leaned his head towards Butler Song and whispered.

"Master Butler, I heard someone say some time ago that old man Feng's short-lived ghost son left a little girl behind after his death. I didn't expect it to be true!"

"If I remember correctly, the young master once said that their immortal cultivators have a special cultivation method. They treat women as cauldrons and constantly harvest them to increase their strength."

"This little girl looks like a pretty girl. The young master hates the Feng family very much. If this little girl is raised, she can be used as a furnace for the young master...hehehe..."

As he spoke, the square-faced man showed an evil and lewd smile.

Hearing this, Butler Song nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, you are a talent!"

"If the little girl is taken away, Old Man Feng will definitely suffer a life worse than death. The more painful he is, the happier the young master will be. In this way, it can be said that it kills two birds with one stone, very good!"

"If this thing is done well, the young master will definitely be rewarded heavily!"

After saying that, Butler Song winked.

The square-faced man immediately understood and walked directly towards the little girl.

At this time, the little girl was running in front of Old Man Feng, opening her arms to try to protect her grandfather.

Seeing the big man approaching, the little girl turned pale with fear.

"Steward Song, two gentlemen, my son bumped into Young Master Song. It was his fault, but he is already dead!"

"If you feel angry and want to beat, scold, kill or chop me, come at me!"

"But she is still a child, please let her go!"

Old Man Feng was so desperate that he could no longer care about anything else. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

After a few moments of effort, his head was covered with blood marks and blood oozed out.

It doesn't matter if his old bones die, but his granddaughter is still young, so this is his only concern.

But in the face of Old Man Feng's pleading, the three of them were completely indifferent.

The square-faced man stepped forward and grabbed the little girl. Old Man Feng tried his best to stop her, but was kicked to the ground by the sinister-faced man.

"You... let me go! Grandpa!!! You bad guys, don't bully my grandpa..."

Seeing her grandfather being bullied, the little girl was angry and tense. In desperation, she opened her mouth and bit the square-faced man's wrist fiercely.

"Ah... you stinky girl, you are looking for death!!!"

The square-faced man's wrist hurt, so he slapped the little girl hard on the face.

The next second, clear fingerprints appeared on the little girl's face, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

But she gritted her teeth but remained silent, with a fierce look in her eyes.

"Fei'er...I...I'll fight with you!"

Seeing his granddaughter being beaten, Old Man Feng struggled to get up and tried his best.

"Oh, you old guy is pretty good at fighting. I'll let you fight! I'll let you fight!!!"

The big man with a sinister face spoke viciously, raised his leg and stepped on Old Man Feng's chest, kicking him several times in succession, until Old Man Feng's sternum shattered, causing him to scream in agony.

Seeing this scene, he laughed wildly, raised his knife and struck the ground again.

In several neighboring households, figures huddled in their rooms, looking worriedly at Old Man Feng's home through the cracks in the door.

As fellow villagers, everyone naturally sympathized with Old Man Feng's family's plight.

But sympathy is sympathy. Faced with this scene, no one dared to say a word.

The Song family is Qinghe City

One of the largest families, not only rich and powerful, but also closely related to the legendary immortal cultivator.

The young master of the Song family is one of the immortal cultivators.

Because of this, the Song family is very powerful in Qinghe City.

From the clan members to the servants and even a dog, they are all extremely arrogant. ??

He is usually domineering, but in the Fish and Meat Village, everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

How can mortals resist the methods of immortals?

Seeing that Old Man Feng was about to splatter blood on the spot, the little girl screamed and burst into tears.

"stop!"

At this moment, a weak voice came out of the room.

Then a thin figure staggered out, holding on to the door frame.

The person's steps were sloppy, his face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were yellow, and he looked extremely weak and sick.

It was Su Twelve who had been recovering from his injuries in bed.

Although there were many elixirs found by Old Man Feng to heal his injuries, Su Twelve's injuries were too serious.

At this time, he could only barely move, the true energy in his body could not be sensed, and the sea of ​​consciousness was broken. Now, his physical condition was slightly worse than that of a mortal.

However, Old Man Feng and his grandson were in danger, but he could not sit idly by and watch anyway.

Under the current situation, if you stand out... you will inevitably face a crisis.

But if nothing is done, Su Twelve will never feel at ease for the rest of his life.

Immortal cultivators cultivate understanding of the mind, not ruthlessness and righteousness.

"Huh? Another sick man shows up. Old man, are you able to hide people in your house?"

"After the interest is collected, I'll have to take a look at how many other things you have hidden in your house."

Seeing Su Twelve appear, the big man with a sinister face raised his eyebrows disdainfully.

Cursing in mouth

Hey, he didn't take Su Twelve seriously at all.

After all, no matter how you look at Su Twelve at this time, he doesn't feel the slightest bit threatening.

The big knife in his hand was swung as usual, causing a whistling wind of the knife, and he was about to continue to greet the old man's arm on the ground.

"Let him go! Otherwise, you will die without a burial place today! Ahem..."

Su Twelve slowly walked toward the people in the courtyard, with a weak and dull voice. He coughed while talking, and a trace of blood could not help but flow from the corner of his mouth when he coughed.

Anyone looking at this state would not take it seriously.

But when he spoke, a cold light flashed across Su Twelve's eyes, which made the big man with a sinewy face shiver. He only felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast, and his forehead instantly became cold. Fine beads of sweat.

The big man frowned deeply, looked away, and looked at Su Twelve carefully again.

But at the second glance, the feeling just now was gone.

No matter how you look at the person in front of you, he is just an ordinary, unremarkable, sick and consumptive ghost.

Thinking that he had broken into a cold sweat because of what the other party said just now, the big man suddenly felt angry in his heart.

With a sonorous sound, he shook the big knife in his hand, changed the target directly, and walked toward Su Twelve with meteoric strides.

"His grandma, you are a sick and consumptive ghost. You are not a good person, but you talk quite wildly!"

"Let me die without a burial place. I will chop you up first today!"

Roaring angrily, the broadsword flashed a cold light and struck Su Twelve's head.

This knife was fast and fierce, and the whirring wind of the knife seemed to cut through the air.

"Uncle Sick, be careful!"

"Little brother, quickly... get away quickly."

When the little girl and the crazy old man saw this, they screamed in fright.

But the next second, the two people and everyone present were stunned.