Uh ... "

Looking at his so kind look, Cuihua could not help but smile, and then reached out and gently stroked his face.

"Wood, do you know? Although I don't know your identity and origin, I know you must not be ordinary ..."

Her eyes are full of soft colors: "And I am at best a village aunt, I have no knowledge, and it is not good-looking. Apart from the strength, it can be said to be useless ..."

"I don't deserve you ..."

"However, I really like you, and outsiders say you are stupid, but in my opinion, you are so stupid ..."

Speaking of which, inferiority appeared in her eyes: "I'm not tired at all with you, I admit that I'm a bit selfish, but rest assured, I will find a way with my father to restore your memory ..."

"hungry……"

The white-haired youth began to protest.

"Okay, I'll go out and find food for you, and I don't know if Dad is asleep."

She wiped a tear, smiled sweetly, then got up and walked towards the door, only to find that the door could not be opened at all, as if locked by someone.

"Dad, are you asleep? Open the door for me."

Cuihua shouted shaking the door.

"boom……"

And at that moment, the closed door suddenly broke open, and she rolled down to the ground with the broken pieces of the door.

"Hmm ..."

Dozens of black clothes leaped in, each holding a bright machete in their hands, bathed in acrid blood.

"Who are you?"

Cuihua didn't care about the severe pain in her hands, and subconsciously stood up and looked at them with fear.

"Women in red?"

The leading man in black had his eyes fixed, then glanced around the room, and his eyes fell on the white-haired man aside.

"The woman took away, the man killed!"

With his orders, someone took a machete and strode towards the white-haired man.

The white-haired man suddenly shouted in fright.

"You dare !!!"

Seeing this scene, Cuihua changed slightly, and she didn't know where the courage came from in front of the white-haired man, grabbing a stick and waving desperately.

The man suddenly stopped.

"Do it!"

The leading man in black snorted.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, a drunk interrogation came from outside the door, and the old head sleeping in the wooden shed was awakened by the sound of the door.

In response to him, a sharp knife light, the old man's head was covered with sweat, his subconscious rushed to avoid it,

Rao was so severe that his right arm was cut off with a knife, and the pain in the heart woke him completely.

"father!!!"

Cuihua was crying when she saw this scene.

Taking advantage of this gap, a man in black knocked down the stick in her hand, and grabbed it.

"You animals, let go of my daughter."

The old head broke apart, grabbed an axe at the door and rushed in.

"boom!"

However, he was kicked out.

"All killed and the house burned."

The leading man in black disregarded Cuihua's resistance and walked out of the house, and an indifferent voice sounded.

"kill!"

A man in black was holding a machete and chopped down at various shouting white-haired men. In his opinion, facing such an ordinary person, he could split it in half with a single knife.

"Let me go, you let me go ..."

"Wood, dad ..."

"Please, don't kill the wood and my dad ..."

Cuihua struggled and cried.

The old man lost too much blood on his head, struggling to stand up, but found that he couldn't lift a trace of strength at all, and could only watch the knife on the white-haired young man.

"clang……"

With the squeak sound of a gold-iron collision, I saw that extremely sharp knife looked at the white-haired young man. Instead of harming him for half a point, there was a gap in the blade.

"how can that be?"

The man in black had an incredible face.

My own knife was made by the army. I don't know how many enemy heads were cut. Even if the opponent's body is made of stone, at least there must be cracks.

"Don't kill me ... don't kill me ..." The white-haired young man shivered in the corner, shouting.

The others also noticed that something was wrong and rushed up, dozens of sharp knives were chopped on the white-haired youth.

"Dang Dang Dang ..."

With a burst of fire, a dozen people were horrified to find that the knife in their hands was broken, and the white-haired youth in front of them was still fine.

Even Cuihua and the old head, who were already desperate, were shocked.

The leader of the black man outside the room shrank his pupils and immediately said, "This person has a problem. Don't stay long. Hurry up !!!"

He has lived in the army for a long time, and he has heard that some practitioners specialize in physical training, but they cannot meet them.

The dozen or so people had already been scared and rushed out in a hurry.

The leading man in black grabbed Cuihua and walked away, but the old man pounced on his feet and hugged his feet tightly: "No, let go of my daughter ..."

"Old thing, get away ..."

The man in black wanted to get rid of it, but found that the old man hugged his head tightly.

"Kill him, kill him!"

He yelled again and again.

Immediately afterwards, someone slashed on the back of the old head with a slash, and blood splattered.

The white-haired young man who had been yelling inside the house suddenly saw this scene, and then he calmed down, with a strong struggle in his eyes.

"father!!!"

Cuihua's heartbreaking roar: "Don't kill my father, don't kill my father, wood, quickly, save my father ..."

However, the old man still clinging to the legs of the man in black, saying one word at a time: "Put ... put my daughter ..."

It was cut with a few knives again, and the old hands and feet were cut off directly, and the flesh was blurred.

"father!!!"

Cuihua wanted to pass out.

The white-haired young man suddenly screamed, holding his head, and innumerable fragments emerged in his mind as the tide broke out.

"Go, hurry!"

The leading man in black stunned Cuihua, jumped, and disappeared into the darkness.

The remaining dozen or so people lit the torches and threw dozens of torches into the house, which immediately caused a huge fire.

In the raging fire, the white-haired youth was still screaming, his flames couldn't cause any harm.

"wood……"

"I'm wood?"

"No, I'm not wood ..."

The white-haired young man tried hard to digest the memory in his mind: "Who am I? I'm Ye Chen? I'm Nan Kuang Xianzun? I'm Ye Nan Kuang?"

Immediately after, he no longer suffered, no longer yelling, and his blank eyes gradually became clear.

"I think of it. I'm Ye Chen. I ignored the restrictions of Zhenyuan to force the Ninth Change of the True Spirit.

(End of this chapter)