After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Xiang Ci got on the kang after dinner. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she immediately pricked up her ears.

It was her father's voice: "Master Zhao and the others have arrived. Yu Lizheng and Shi Lizheng have already made arrangements."

Mr. Xiang said, "I'll go take a look."

"Dad, don't go." Xiang Renzhou stopped Mr. Xiang, "It's not safe to climb up and down at night. Yu Yuanhang will take care of it."

"Even if it doesn't work out, he will come to you tomorrow."

"Don't go, go back to the house and get warm. You've been tired all day, and my mother will talk to you again later."

Mr. Xiang thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."

It's not that they can't keep up because of their age, but they really have to do many things, otherwise they would be really exhausted.

The reason why he wanted to go and take a look was that the most important person to come was Mr. Zhao.

If he doesn't go over and take a look, what will happen if Master Zhao says he doesn't respect him?

But thinking about it, I really shouldn’t have seen it so late.

He respects Lord Zhao very much, but now that Lord Zhao has come to seek refuge with him, if he does it deliberately, it will put too much burden on Lord Zhao.

Forget it, let’s go tomorrow.

Xiang Ci listened for a few times and decided to go see Mr. Zhao and the more than 3,000 people tomorrow.

I reviewed the medical book at a rapid page-turning speed, and then picked up the story book to read.

It’s another cliche story, so bloody that I feel like vomiting after reading too much of it.

Halfway through reading, Xiang Ci fell asleep holding the book.

Xiang Ling gently took away the notebook and covered her with a quilt.

Xiang Wan asked in a low voice: "Asleep?"

"Sleeping." Xiang Ling closed the notebook and put it back in the box, "She has gone to bed early these days."

Xiang Wan nodded: "I'm tired. It looks like I'm wandering around the village every day, but in fact I have a lot of things on my mind."

Xiang Ling looked at the sleeping Xiang Ci: "Did you notice that she has been snoring these past few days?"

"Yes, I used to sleep peacefully, but now I'm snoring." Xiang Wan chuckled, "I'm just tired."

The two looked at each other and smiled, stopped talking, and each read his own book.

Cui and others also lowered their voices and looked at Xiao Qi with gentle eyes.

Liuya, who was sleeping on the other end of the kang, turned slightly to look at Xiang Xiaoqi, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then quickly turned to face the wall.

In the dream, Xiang Ci, standing in the vast snow, rubbed her hands, held her long sword, and waded forward through the knee-deep snow, her eyes showing anxiety.

She looked around but didn't see Sister Han, and she didn't know how she was doing now.

Uncle Mo, who protected Sister Han, died. Sister Han faced those cruel guys alone, but what should she do?

Suddenly, she saw a group of footprints. She was overjoyed and moved desperately towards the direction of the footprints.

She walked to the footprints and looked at them extending into the woods. She stepped on the snow into the woods without hesitation.

Her life was saved by Sister Han, and now it would be repayment for her to save Sister Han.

Keep following the footprints and see other footprints gathering here.

Those who were chasing Sister Han must have discovered Sister Han, so they chased Sister Han here.

Xiang Ci didn't dare to shout for fear of calling the enemy, so she could only continue moving forward by following the footprints.

Suddenly, she heard a fight.

Xiang Ci was so anxious that she really wanted to walk faster, but with the snow reaching her knees, she really couldn't walk faster.

"Du Qinghan, I advise you to just surrender."

"Don't you want to be reunited with your family?"

"Du Qinghan, if you want to avenge your family, that is impossible."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Come on." This was Sister Han's voice.

Xiang Ci quickened his pace, causing snowflakes to fly in random directions.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine. Kill her!"

"You bitch, if you dare to hurt me, I will chop you to death."

"If you don't want to live, you can die."

"This bitch is so cruel, I will chop you to death!"

The sound of ding-ding ding-ding rang in Xiang Ci's ears. She was so anxious that she ran as fast as she could, and finally saw a dozen men in the woods surrounding Sister Han and killing her.

She happened to see a man chop off Sister Han's arm.

The broken arm flew across, scattering a bunch of red flowers in the air and falling to the ground with a snap.

She still held her sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword was dripping with blood, which fell on the snow and condensed into blood beads.

Sister Han, whose body was covered with scars and was on the verge of collapse, screamed in agony. Even though she lost her weapon, she did not give in, let alone beg for mercy.

The bastard put the sword on her neck and said viciously: "You bitch, if you hurt my brother, I will make ten or eight wounds on you."

Xiang Ci looked at the blood gushing out crazily from Sister Han's wound, and rushed over with red eyes: "Sister Han!"

Sister Han looked up and saw Xiang Ci. Her eyes showed concern and she shouted: "Run!"

Xiang Ci would not run away. Her family went all the way north, and she was the only one who died.

Sister Han, who had taken care of her for a year, was going to die tragically in front of her. She couldn't just turn around and run away as if she hadn't seen anything.

This damn world forced her to be alone. She didn't want to live alone in this world anymore.

If Sister Han dies, she will die too.

But before she dies, she will definitely bring these bastards with her.

The man looked at Xiang Ci who was rushing over and smiled coldly: "Another one is here to die, catch her."

Catch her, not kill her.

It would be so comfortable to kill her rather than capture her.

Sister Han's eyes turned cold and her head turned towards the knife on her neck.

With a scoff, Sister Han cut herself on the knife.

The man holding the knife was stunned: "I didn't move, she bumped into her herself."

Many people saw this scene, including Xiang Ci. She roared angrily: "I'm going to kill you."

Sister Han fell to the ground, the blood on her neck dyed the snow red, and also reflected her eyes red: "Let's go."

She couldn't live or leave. She didn't want Xiang Ci to lose her life because of her dying self.

Xiang Ci was suffocated by the sight of her, and Sister Han offered her death in exchange for her leaving.

But where can she go?

The world is huge but there is no place for her, so where can she go?

Would she go to a place where she would kill someone again?

She doesn't want to.

"what!"

Xiang Ci was like a crazy hungry wolf, holding the sword given to her by Sister Han and running rampant among the group of people.

If you want to win a fight, you must not be afraid of death.

Anyone who is afraid of death will lose.

Xiang Ci is not afraid of death, she dares to charge, hit and hurt.

She was stabbed again, but she was not afraid. Regardless of the injury or the pain, she rushed towards the opponent and fought him with the same method of death.

She couldn't remember how many times she had been stabbed, and she didn't know it hurt.

She was like a mad wolf charging into a pack of hyenas, biting them without letting go.

A big knife pierced her chest from behind. Xiang Ci vomited out a mouthful of blood and threw herself forward.

Shengsheng pulled herself out of the machete.

The blood wet her clothes and dripped down her clothes to the ground, staining a bloody path.

Xiang Ci didn't care, she really didn't care, she rushed towards the man in front of her again.

The man slashed at Xiang Ci's neck. She held the big knife between her neck and stabbed the sword into the man's waist.

A cross-cutting sword.

Xiang Ci covered his bleeding neck, pointed the sword in his hand at the four people who were still alive, and smiled ferociously: "Come on, come on."

The four of them looked at this wolf-like woman, their legs trembling a little.

There were fourteen of them in the group just now, but now only four of them are dead.

This woman was injured and turned into a bloody person, but she still refused to end her life like Du Qinghan. It was really annoying.

The four of them looked at me and I looked at you. They reached an agreement, roared, raised their swords, and slashed at Xiang Ci.