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Li Xuan knew that he and the little furball were trapped, but even so, he didn't panic at all. He calmly stopped the injured little furball from bleeding.

The little clay figurine disdains these heretics who use the dirt to cast spells, and he even despises those who do this. These people are not worthy of being his opponents.

Mo Ye was seriously injured at the moment, and there were several big gashes in the bones.

He rushed over so recklessly by himself just to keep the little clay figurine from feeling so uncomfortable, and he didn't want his daughter-in-law to be influenced by anyone.

However, he was less concerned about his own danger.

Sijuan seemed to have been prepared for a long time. It covered the cover extremely fast, and neither the little fur ball nor the little clay figurine had time to evacuate.

Fortunately, the mud puppets controlled by the little clay figurines also appear very quickly, and the soil everywhere can be used, not to mention that the little clay figurines especially like the soil dug from the mountain god.

Several mud puppets quickly protected the little clay figurine and the little fur ball in the middle.

At this moment, Li Xuan and Mo Ye are located in the innermost, and outside of them are mud puppets and those men in black with solid figures.

Outside is the prison surrounded by Sijuan and those outsiders holding sharp knives.

Although Li Xuan and the others were temporarily trapped, the other party had nothing to do with them for a while, and the stalemate was inevitable.

Mo Ye looked at the daughter-in-law beside him, feeling inexplicably complicated.

Obviously he was supposed to protect his wife, but the purpose of his rushing out was also to eliminate hidden dangers. Who knew, he actually dragged his wife down, so that she was also trapped by bad guys when she left the village.

These people are really abominable, they only focus on dealing with his wife, he will never let these people succeed.If the daughter-in-law falls into their hands, God knows what cruel methods they will use to torture the daughter-in-law.

While keeping an eye on the man in black's attack, the little furball carefully put the dirt that no one gave him, which he had previously protected firmly, into the hands of the little clay figurine.

He said, "Xiao Li, I got it."

These dirt crumbs that threaten you.

Li Xuan took away the dirt, then raised his hand to rub the injured hairball.

In fact, the little furball is doing very well, beyond his expectation.Both the speed of the instant burst and the agile movements are remarkable.

But it is irrational for Xiao Fuqiu to rush out of the village without thinking, and it is easy to fall into the trap of the other party, such as their current situation.

In the future, you still have to think a little bit about the future before doing anything.

Sijuan imprisoned Li Xuan, even though she did not completely capture the little clay figurine, the golden sedan chair outside the village still had some movement at this moment.

A middle-aged beautiful woman gritted her teeth and said in the sedan chair: "Li Xuan, you will fall into my hands one day!"

When she catches Li Xuan, she will cut him into pieces.

It's a pity that Li Xuan ignored the other party's words from the beginning to the end. Although he had some guesses at the moment, he still didn't know the specific situation of the enemy.

But he couldn't let others know that he didn't know anything, so the little clay figurine resolutely chose not to speak.

As long as he doesn't open his mouth, the other party will not be sure of his real situation.He only needs to look at the other party silently. If there is a hint of disdain and a hint of arrogance in his eyes, the effect should be even better.

Without any suspense, the indifferent attitude of the little clay figurine made the opponent very dissatisfied.

Not to mention that the little clay figurine has already escaped the defenses of Mo's Village, even if he stayed in Mo's Village, the middle-aged beautiful woman would force her way into the village and arrest Li Xuan.

She wants to kill everyone here and bury her son with her.

She wanted to make Li Xuan unable to live or die, and suffered all kinds of torture.She had to watch Li Xuan in pain so that she could get rid of the gloom in her heart.

Sijuan's fragrance became stronger in an instant, making people drowsy and confused.

However, the little clay figurine had been prepared for a long time. The moment Sijuan appeared, he seemed to have a premonition. He immediately cut off the contact with the fragrance. He and the little fur ball never inhaled it.

This fragrance is mainly aimed at living creatures, and will not have much effect on existences that do not have real life, such as mud puppets and men in black.

Because of this, Sijuan only temporarily trapped the little clay figurine and the little furball, and there is still a long way to go before catching them, and it will still take some time.

Compared with the current situation of the little clay figurine and the little furball, it is Mojia Village that seems more precarious.

Previously, two guardians of Mojia Village were responsible for maintaining the formation. The red mist of the formation cooperated with the mud puppets of the little clay figurines to destroy the enemies who entered the formation.

But now, the little clay figurine has been led outside the village, and he has to take care of the little furball.Other things must be solved by the villagers in the village themselves, and the difficulty increases sharply.

Through the connection between the old and new villages, Mo Yun looked worriedly at where Mo Ye was.With the help of the little clay figurine, Mo Ye's bleeding situation is getting better.

How could her son be so foolish and bold, rushing into danger regardless of anything?

Her mood was very contradictory. She didn't know whether it would be better if Li Xuan was with him, and Li Xuan would reach out to Mo Ye in time, or it would be better without Li Xuan, so that Mo Ye wouldn't foolishly go out of the village to snatch the soil mince.

At this moment, besides Mo Ye's injury, Mo Yun had to face other problems.She received gazes from all directions, including hesitation, speculation, surprise, and sadness...

Even if everyone didn't say a word, Mo Yun knew in her heart that everyone wanted to know what was going on with Mo Ye.

The villagers may not understand why Mo Ye's blood can form so many black shadows.

However, they knew the black stone.

To the nightmare, this unremarkable black stone is something that is no longer familiar, the power of nightmare, the power of nightmare that is so huge.

Nightmare tapirs have devoured the power of nightmares for a long time, so it is not surprising that nightmares and powers of nightmares appear together.

Unbelievably, after the black stone full of nightmare power was stained with Mo Ye's blood, the black shadows changed instantly, and they turned into men in black with unfathomable abilities.

The power of nightmare has enhanced the strength of these shadows.

These men in black obviously have nothing to do with the blood of the nightmare.

They are undoubtedly existences similar to nightmares, so the ensuing mystery becomes why Mo Ye's blood has such a strange effect.

If it weren't for the fact that the villagers who entered the new village were generally quiet rather than fighting, they would have already pressed Mo Yun for answers.

They gave up the method of pressing Mo Yun, they chose to wait, they believed in Mo Yun, and they were willing to wait for Mo Yun to give them a reasonable answer.

Now is the critical period for the life and death of Mojiacun, and it is not the right time to discuss these matters.

So, Mo Hua said in a timely manner: "We will talk about these things after we drive away the outsiders."

Their top priority is to deal with outsiders and defend Mojia Village. No matter how special Mo Ye is, it is the village's own business, and it will not be too late to resolve the external crisis after the family's affairs.

Hearing this, the villagers turned their eyes away one after another, paying attention to the guardian who shouldered the heavy responsibility.Without the assistance of the little clay figurines, the outsiders walked farther and farther in the big formation.

Even the red mist had a corrosive effect on them, with a profound effect.However, no one can say for sure whether someone will suddenly withstand the threat of the red mist.

The villagers in the new village didn't say they were afraid, but they were always worried.

They were afraid that the nightmares in the old village would not be able to hold on, and the pressure on the old village would be too great to face these outsiders.

Mo Yun stabilized her emotions. She quietly looked at the old village through the scene, looked at the besieged little clay figurines and little fur balls, and secretly prayed to the heavens to have mercy on this village.

Regarding Ye Ming, who was kept silent by everyone, Mo Yun had been vaguely puzzled before, but she didn't think much about it at that time.

She believes in Ye Ming's feelings for her, and she believes that Ye Ming will not hurt her.No matter what Ye Ming's status is, during the days when Ye Ming lived in Mojia Village, he never did anything detrimental to the village.

Mo Yun doesn't ask much, she just wishes to spend her life peacefully with her beloved one.

For a better future, even if she had to face some troubles at this moment, she still didn't have the slightest fear in her heart.

Mo Yun clenched her fists subconsciously. No matter what happens in the future, she will go forward step by step bravely and never give up lightly.

When she was pregnant with Mo Ye, she was so miserable that she survived it; when she gave birth to Mo Ye, she couldn't hold her breath and almost died, and she also survived it; year after year, she dragged herself so weak that she was full of holes With her body, she survived.

She firmly believes that if she moves forward step by step, she will be able to meet her long-awaited family.

When the villagers in the new village are worried, the villagers in the old village are also worried.The situation in Mojia Village is extremely bad, and the little clay figurines outside the village can last longer than them.

At this moment, Li Xuan had problems that he had to solve, and he couldn't spare any extra thoughts to take care of Mojia Village.

The nightmares of the old village surrounded Mo Sheng, and they made the final decision.

They can't let these outsiders get any closer.

Mo Sheng's pressure was so great that he could hardly bear it.The number of enemies is unimaginably large, and the consumption of the formation is terrific. It won't be long before Mo Sheng is dragged down abruptly.

The nightmares said in unison: "Mo Sheng, let's enter the big formation. These enemies in Mojia Village can kill one by one."

If you kill one, there will be one less.

Mo Sheng's pressure was reduced by one point, and the time for the formation to hold on was extended by one point, and the hope of defending the village increased by one point.

Mo Sheng looked at these fellows seriously, he had never looked at them so carefully, it seemed that he wanted to keep all the details in his heart forever.

He was silent for a while, how could he not know what it means for these people to enter the formation.No matter what they do, no matter what they do, Mojia Village is the one being suppressed, and such overreaching is the determination of everyone to protect the village.

Even if their strength is weak, they are still a family of nightmares, and they cannot disgrace the name of the family.

Mo Sheng took a deep breath, he released a bit of power from the mud beads, and used this power to firmly cover the nightmares in front of him.This power can protect them and reduce their damage from the red mist in the formation.

He said: "When you come back, we will drink together for three days and three nights."

He didn't want to say goodbye.

Afterwards, Mo Sheng watched these acquaintances he had known since childhood go away, and watched them enter the blood-stained battlefield.

He watched them fall one after another, and their figures were swallowed up by the formation, and they were never seen again.

He lowered his eyelids, covering up the emotions in his eyes, and wholeheartedly maintained the formation.

After a while, the village head and the elders in the village came up to Mo Sheng. Their expressions showed no fear of facing a powerful enemy: "Mo Sheng, send us into the big formation."

While their old bones are still moving, while they can still be useful, let them also protect the women and children in the village and the peaceful new village behind them, and strive for a chance of survival.

They are no longer young, but they can still drag out the enemy's movements, just for a moment, as long as it has an effect.

At the same time, the villagers of the new village stood in front of Mo Hua: "Mo Hua, is there a way for us to enter the big formation?"

Let them fight with the old village!

They are members of Mojia Village, and they cannot live forever behind the old village and under the protection of their own clan.They can't just watch each other sacrifice and remain indifferent.

Whether it is a new village or an old village, it is their Mojia Village, and it is the Mojia Village they will never give up!

Mo Hua glanced at the unswerving expressions on their faces, and he replied affirmatively: "I'll figure out a way."

Be sure to send you to the side of your fellow clansmen to fight side by side.

Mo Ye was still in a daze due to blood loss. He reminded himself over and over again to persevere, he must persevere.They will defeat the outsiders, and he and his wife will return to the village to live together.

He can't fall in this place, he can't let these people take half a step into the village.

Inside is their home, everyone's home.

In a daze, Mo Ye suddenly heard someone shout in grief: "Village Chief!"

Mo Ye subconsciously turned his head away, only to see the elderly village head covered in blood lying in the formation.

The village head is old, he is skinny and his fur has lost its luster.But the eyes of the old village head were always so clear, he glanced at Mojia Village reluctantly, and turned his eyes to the mountain they regarded as their support.

God of the mountain, please open your eyes and look at this place.

Look at this village called Mojia Village, look at these villagers who work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Here are the villagers who admire you, here are the altars to worship you, and here are the blood of the continuous nightmare.The thin bloodline is no better than other nightmare big families, but it is the most precious thing passed down from generation to generation in Mojia Village.

God of the mountain, please open your eyes and help this village, please?

The moment the old village chief's figure was engulfed by the formation, the mountain swayed without warning.

One after another, as if breaking free from something.

The red mist in the formation began to climb unexpectedly quickly, and something was changing.

Mo Ye's mind went blank. He stared blankly at the direction where the old village chief fell, and there was no reaction for a while.

If it wasn't for the little clay figurine who was always by his side to protect him, he didn't know how many times he would be cut by the enemy.

When Mo Ye came back to his senses, he was holding a black stone in his hand.

He looked down at the black stone, and without thinking about anything, he swallowed the black stone directly into his stomach.

The daughter-in-law said that devouring the power of nightmare will help the nightmare to improve its strength.

The daughter-in-law also said that when he completely devoured the power of nightmare in the black stone, he would be able to improve his cultivation.

And he believed his wife's words.

When he becomes a great nightmare, no one will dare to bully their village.

If only he could grow up a little faster.

Everyone will be fine, and everyone will live a good life.

Wheat and rice with bent branches are planted in the fields, and there are fish that can't be eaten in the fish ponds.Cattle and sheep are raised on the mountain, and chickens and ducks are raised in the shed.

The dream grass in the dream world will bear countless dream fruits.

During the Chinese New Year, firecrackers are lit lively, and then a piece of candy that is sweet to the bottom of my heart is eaten.

This kind of life will never appear again.

The entrance of the black stone turned into a majestic force and scurry through Mo Ye's body.

However, such a change that would make people feel extremely painful, Mo Ye seemed to have no consciousness at all, and he stood here blankly, motionless.

The fluff on Mo Ye's body grew crazily, like a surging black tide, spreading in all directions, and then the prison formed by the silk juan trapped the spread of the tide.

The black tide did not give up because of this, it gathered within the prison, rising a little bit, and it was about to overwhelm the prison.

Li Xuan didn't care to pay attention to the subtle movements in the mountain anymore. The moment he realized that the little fur ball swallowed the black stone desperately, a thought flashed through his mind: Oops!

Before he had time to think about it, he immediately invoked the purest power in his body.

He rested his fingertips on the forehead of the little hairball that was showing signs of losing control, and quickly drew a mysterious pattern.

As soon as the pattern was formed, it was immediately repelled by the black air, and the black air in Mo Ye's body frantically pushed the pattern outward.

The little clay figurine didn't care about the strangeness at all. He pressed his fingers tightly on the forehead of the little furball until a mud mark could no longer be erased, and then he stopped.

The situation was urgent, and Li Xuan didn't understand what he had drawn for a while.

He only knew that by doing so, he could help the little furball and prevent him from completely losing himself under the backlash of the violent force.

Li Xuan's consideration was very correct, and his reaction was very timely.

The next moment, the eyes of the little furball standing still were red, as if they were about to bleed.And the pattern on his forehead continuously emits bright light, preventing the black air from controlling the little hairball's thoughts.

The two forces competed with each other, but both refused to give in.

Not long after, Mo Ye moved, he faced Li Xuan, his dull red eyes reflected the other person's figure, he seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't seem to.

Li Xuan rubbed the fluff on the top of his head, and said softly, "Mo Ye."

Don't be afraid, don't cry, everything will be fine.

A gleam of light flashed in the dull red eyes, and then disappeared, and it was not sure if he heard the little clay figurine's words clearly.

Immediately afterwards, the little hairball turned its eyes to the golden sedan chair not far away, showing a hint of disgust.

He slammed his claws towards the prison that imprisoned him.

Accompanied by the sound of tearing, Sijuan instantly tore open her long mouth, and the tangy fragrance wafted away.

The black tide broke its bank.

The author has something to say: Xiao Fuqiu: Daughter-in-law, everyone is gone T^T

Little Mud: Knead the fluff, let the mountain god pay for the lost ones, if he can't afford it, he will ask his family to pay for it

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