Travel to Xiu Xian Wen and beat up the group's beloved heroine

There were actually about ten people running out of the cellar, some men and women, some old and some young.

The leader was an old lady with gray hair. She was thin and tired, like a monkey, staggering towards the Chunhua mother and daughter at the door.

He was mumbling, not knowing what he was cursing.

I don’t want to run halfway, trip over something, fall down, chew the mud, and howl non-stop.

A large group of people behind him rushed up, kicked the thing away, and reached out to help it.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"Ouch! It's all bleeding."

"Xiujuan, come here with your handkerchief and bandage my mother."

What they kicked away turned out to be a broken bone with flesh and blood.

The fracture was not smooth, and it seemed that some of the old lady's flesh had been scraped off.

Wei Xiaoxi raised her eyebrows and turned to look at Chunhua mother and daughter lying on the ground.

Aunt Lanbu looked up at the old lady, her face a little frightened and gloomy, and she hesitated whether to step forward.

Chunhua covered her scratched left shoulder, her face looked a little uglier than when she had just been healed, and her lips turned blue.

However, she lowered her head and her vision in the room was dim, so no one noticed her much.

The atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

Bai Cong coughed subconsciously to relieve his embarrassment, and asked the newly emerged people:

"You are..."

Unexpectedly, those dozen people looked unkind.

Especially the leading old lady glanced at Bai Cong with her triangular eyes:

"Humph!"

Bai Cong: "..."

Everyone: "..."

I don't know if it was because she was scratched, but her temper got worse. The old lady became more courageous than before and cursed loudly.

She angrily pointed at Aunt Lanbu and yelled:

"I told you a long time ago, don't come into contact with the monks, don't come into contact with the monks, it's you who is the broomstick, causing my granddaughter to be injured!"

She said she felt sorry for Chunhua, but she didn't look worried at all, only full of anger towards the mother and daughter.

Aunt Lanbu shrank and didn't dare to answer.

"Grandma, she also wants us to survive..." Chunhua defended in a low voice with a white face, "That's why..."

"Shut up!" the old lady yelled. "She doesn't want to save us, but wants to harm us. Not only does she want to harm our family, she also wants to harm our entire village!"

Her voice was so loud it nearly blew the roof off.

The dozen or so young and old people behind the old lady were aroused and began to complain.

They hid in the cellar, freezing to death.

There was a fight above just now, and there were even broken limbs and flesh of ghosts hitting the cellar fender with a thumping sound, which scared me to death.

If Chunhua's mother hadn't made her own decisions during the day, how would they have suffered this?

"I, I, we are trapped here..." Aunt Lanbu pursed her lips, trying to explain, but she didn't dare to reply.

"Shut up, why don't others talk to them? How can you do it? Can you bear the responsibility for killing us?"

This is referring to Sang and Huai.

The monks all heard it.

Wei Xiaoxi really looked down upon the old lady and her family.

During the day, she was dissatisfied with Aunt Lanbu's actions, knowing that she might be retaliated against at night.

So let the mother and daughter draw fire from above while they hide below.

Now that it's safe, come out and show off your power!

Ah!

All the monks looked ugly.

Just after a big fight, and before I could calm down, I was being blamed by this family. Who could bear it?

Also, even if there is no contact with them, will they stay in this village forever?

Wei Xiaoxi thought so too, and she laughed out loud:

"Grandma, I don't want to hear what you are saying. Can your family's surplus food sustain you forever? Or do you think the ghost cultivators behind you can really let you go? How much of your yang life has been corroded by the yin energy? "

Kang Lin also chimed in: "Old lady, don't pretend to be confused because you understand. We are the turning point in solving the problem. If you continue like this, you will only be trapped here."

A dozen people behind the old lady lowered their heads and said nothing.

I know what the monk said makes sense, but I am also very angry that my family has become the leader.

Look, the surrounding courtyard walls are dirty and how much have they collapsed?

If we can return to normal life in the future, who will have to bear this loss?

"I don't care, our family is the only one with problems in the whole village, and it's their fault!" the old lady said stiffly.

"Oh, really. Since you dislike us so much, let's leave. Anyway, the village chief also has a defensive array... Senior Sister Ruan, don't build this defensive array. Let them fend for themselves. Look. There is no need to kneel down and lick those who don’t like us.”

Wei Xiaoxi greeted everyone.

Kang Lin knew that Wei Xiaoxi said that on purpose, so he didn't say anything and stood up in cooperation.

The son, daughter-in-law, and others behind the old lady were anxious when they saw this, and wanted to speak out to stop her.

Li Xiangming jumped out:

"Xiaoxi, the ghost cultivators have already targeted their home because of us. We can't be so irresponsible, and everyone is very tired. It might be very difficult to fight with the ghost cultivators again."

"Your behavior of not caring about the villagers and our lives is really chilling to everyone."

Wei Xiaoxi: "..."

Other monks: "..."

When the group of people behind the old lady heard this, they became happy and quickly shut up.

As long as they stay in their home now, if even the second child comes to cause trouble for them, someone will take care of them.

If the monks digest it themselves, they might give them a sum of money to compensate them.

I heard that this is a monk from Wandao Sect. He is not only powerful, but also rich...

Feeling the negativity emanating from the air, the old lady quietly breathed in.

How wonderful.

Wei Xiaoxi wished she could slap Li Xiangming to death with her shoe.

She sneered, turned around and left, saying:

"It's up to you. If you want to protect them here and suffer their anger, you can kneel down here and lick them. I can't do such stupid things."

Bai Cong and Xiao Mo turned around to follow.

Kang Lin hesitated for a moment and lifted his heels, wondering in his heart.

Didn’t it mean that Jianjiu Daojun took Li Xiangming as his disciple because he was talented and Bingxue was smart?

See you today.

This is obviously stupid.

Wei Xiaoxi is conquering the villagers, making them willing to put aside their fear and reveal the details of the strange things in the village to the monks.

Li Xiangming couldn't tell.

He still jumped out to undermine his own people. Could it be that he was sick?

Ruan Zhenzhu was still repairing the defensive array and did not move.

Wang Yao also wanted to support Li Xiangming and express his feedback.

But when he saw the captain and the troops, he felt a little irritated as he pressed the wound scratched by the ghost. He took a deep breath and stood up.

Li Xiangming was dumbfounded when she saw it.

Standing on the moral high ground and confronting Wei Xiaoxi will give her a sense of superiority, which has almost become her instinct.

I forgot about the chance thing just now, and subconsciously jumped out to feel disgusted with Wei Xiaoxi.

The situation was developing in the wrong direction, and Li Xiangming was dumbfounded.

Most of the troops had left, and it was impossible for her to stay, so she had no choice but to hold her breath and follow them in despair.

The group of people behind the old lady became anxious when they saw this.

The oldest middle-aged man, Lian Boss, jumped out to smooth things over:

"Dear Immortals, please don't mind me. My mother was just mentally disturbed by the recent events, so she talked nonsense. She definitely didn't mean to dislike you."

The old lady stretched her neck:

"Let them go! The last time those two monks came over and accepted them to live in the village chief's house, the whole family died, and this group of people has no strength. If our whole family died too, where would we cry?"

"If something happens to us, it's their fault, and they are the culprits!"