Villain: The Memory Is Exposed, The Heroine Kneels And Begs My Forgiveness

The commoner man sighed inwardly, although Mo Yaya was a little special, he didn't have much expectations.

Because the legend that you can become an immortal by drawing a sword has been circulating for a long time, there have been many knights in the rivers and lakes who came to try it, but unfortunately even they could not shake the iron sword.

Mo Yaya walked to the iron sword, took a deep breath, and put her hands on the hilt of the sword.

She tried some force with her palm, and the next moment, the iron sword was pulled out with a bang.

The commoner man not far away stared like copper bells. He expected Mo Yaya to pull out the iron sword, but he didn't expect to pull it out, and it was so easy.

Mo Yaya was also stunned, she thought it would be very difficult, but she pulled it out with a little effort.

Before the two could come back to their senses, the ground suddenly shook, and the ground under Mo Yaya's feet shattered inch by inch.

"Yaya, is Yaya going to become an immortal?"

Mo Yaya looked excited and thought it was an immortal.

The commoner man was startled at first, but soon found out that something was wrong. It was just that the shaking of the earth was not like the appearance of a fairy, and there was no fairy spirit around Mo Yaya.

The matter was exactly as the commoner man thought, there was no such thing as immortality on the ground, but there was a pothole in the ground, and Mo Yaya pulled out the iron sword, causing the ground to crack.

"Silly girl! Come back soon!"

The commoner man hurriedly wanted to save Mo Yaya, but unfortunately it was too late, and Mo Yaya fell into the pothole just after walking over.

The commoner man's heart was cold, and he asked loudly, "Yaya, are you, are you all right?"

"Uncle, I'm fine, this pit is not very deep."

Hearing Mo Yaya's words, the man in commoner immediately ran over to check her condition.

The pothole is not really deep. Not to mention falling to her death, Mo Yaya didn't even get hurt, but her buttocks hurt.

"Give me your hand, Yaya, and I'll pull you up first."

The commoner man breathed a sigh of relief, if Mo Yaya fell to her death because of this, he would probably spend the rest of his life in guilt and guilt.

Mo Yaya did not rush to climb up, but looked around the pothole and said in surprise, "Uncle, there is still a hole in it, maybe you can become a fairy if you walk in."

"Don't be stupid girl, there is no immortal in the world, it's just a legend that you can become an immortal by drawing a sword."

The commoner man could not laugh or cry. The legend of drawing a sword is a legend, but now Mo Yaya has drawn the sword, let alone becoming an immortal, and has really fallen into the pit.

Now that I think about it, the so-called immortals may not exist at all, and those legends in the past are probably just the world's imagination of immortals.

Mo Yaya was disappointed when she heard the words, but she was not too discouraged.

Because she has seen a real immortal, this time she failed to become an immortal, she should just be unlucky.

As long as he walks a hundred miles, he will definitely see the immortal, and he will definitely be able to save his sister.

Just as the commoner man stretched out his hand to pull Mo Yaya up, there was a sudden scream and the noise of horse hooves in the village.

The expression of the commoner man changed dramatically, and he realized something in an instant.

"Yaya, then you stay inside and don't move. It's better to hide in that hole. I'll come to you later. If I don't come to you, you'll keep hiding and don't move, understand?"

The commoner man's face was full of urgency, and after instructing Mo Yaya, he walked back.

Mo Yaya was stunned, she didn't understand what was going on, so she could only stay in the pit according to the words of the commoner man.

After the commoner man left, Mo Yaya looked at the hole in the pit and walked in decisively.

There is a pit under the iron sword, and there is a hole in the pit. Not to mention there are rumors about immortals, she must go to the hole just out of curiosity.

About half an hour later, dozens of horse bandits wandered around the village, threatening every household with knives to hand over their belongings.

However, how could a small mountain village in a remote location hand over the gold, silver or food that would satisfy the horse bandits?

The horse bandits would not give up, but tied the villagers to one place, threatening to let them hand over their private possessions.

The village chief knelt in front of the scarred-faced bandit, and pleaded bitterly: "Everyone, we are poor people who hunt and hunt in the fields. We really have nothing else of value."

A horse bandit also got close to the scar-faced horse bandit, shook his head and said, "Second master, these bastards look really poor, and they shouldn't be able to squeeze out anything of value."

"Idiot, these people know that we are nearby, how can they put valuables where they can see? Not to mention gold and silver treasures, there must be food and other things."

The scar-faced horse bandit sneered, he had been a mountain bandit for most of his life, and his experience was much more than some stunned young men who had just entered the mountain.

It is impossible for the villagers not to have heard of horse bandits recently. Since they have not escaped, they will definitely make certain preparations.

Seeing that their thoughts were guessed, some young people in the village couldn't help it, including men in commoners.

The number of them is relatively small, but some of them go out hunting or farming all year round, and their physical fitness is not bad.

"Village Chief, we fought against them!"

"That's right, they don't even give us a way out. What's the difference between us dying of starvation after a while and dying now?"

Some people picked up the hoe or stick beside them, and made plans to go shopping with the horse bandits.

The elderly village chief showed grief, but he also knew that if even the hidden food was taken away, they would not live to the end of the year.

The scar-faced bandit showed disdain and said with a sneer: "Do you really think that after practicing a few hands and hunting for a few years, you can be compared to those of us who put our heads on the bottom of our trousers?"

They fight outside all year round, and their combat experience is by no means comparable to that of a group of villagers. What's more, they are all on horses and equipped with knives this time. The villagers can at most take out a few hatchets.

"Stop, stop!"

Just as the two sides were about to fight, a tender and tender voice suddenly sounded.

The head of the scar-faced horse bandit looked slightly stagnant, and when he looked in the direction, it turned out to be a little girl who was not as tall as a horse's legs.

The commoner man's heart skipped a beat, but he never thought that Mo Yaya would climb up by herself and run over here.

Mo Yaya secretly swallowed her saliva, pretending to be tough: "Let's go now, I can let you all go, otherwise I won't be merciful with the fairy sword in my hand."

"Sword?"

The scar-faced horse bandit's eyes narrowed slightly, and he carefully looked at Mo Yaya.

Mo Yaya is holding a long sword, and her whole body is faintly flowing, and when she thinks of her words, she does have a bit of an immortal demeanor.

It's a pity that Mo Yaya was pretending after all. She couldn't hold the iron sword firmly with both hands, and her calves were shaking with fright in the face of dozens of knife-wielding bandits.

The scar-faced bandit thought for a moment, then suddenly dismounted and walked to Mo Yaya, put the knife on her neck, and sneered: "Little girl, with your appearance, you also want to scare people? I think you are alive and well. Impatient."

Mo Yaya's face turned pale, she felt the sharpness of the long knife around her neck, and the shadow of death continued to spread in her heart.

The commoner man also showed despair. This group of horse bandits was extremely vicious, and Mo Yaya was useless by being brave.