With a hearty smile, Jiang Wuye was relaxed and relaxed. He took the wooden barrel from Long Xiaotian's hand and took a group of stupid men in the fat woman's eyes that were so disappointed. He jumped and stepped on the slippery ridges of the field, and left with great pride.

Huhu~

Warm wind.

In the middle of the village, towering peach trees sway, cape like pink clouds, scattering dreams.

Inside the canopy of trees that cover the sky and the sun, there is a straw house vaguely.

In the room, Hua Yao was lying on the bed in a mess, her skin was dim and the whole body seemed to be virtual and solid, barely maintaining her human form.

Huhuhuhuhu

As her chest fluctuated violently, the light of life around her poured into her body, slowly repairing the scars in her body.

"Ahem... Grandma, why didn't you kill that bastard!

He ruined my body and almost made me burn for hundreds of years of hard work. I wish I could eat his flesh and sleep with his skin!"

The flower demon recovered and spoke with difficulty, his beautiful eyes filled with resentment.

"You, it's all like this, just calm down."

Outside the house, the sound of aging sounded.

It is not like people's words, but rather like this huge peach tree opening its mouth, containing the vicissitudes of life and ancient meaning, as if it had magical power, which gradually stabilized the excitement of the flower demon.

"Huh... Grandma, hasn't that guy surrender yet?"

Hua Yao's face gradually calmed down, and she moved her body to sit up with difficulty. When she thought of something, she asked nervously.

"Well, originally an extremely powerful martial artist in the Yangyan realm could not have many means to solve it.

The reason why the stalemate has been around until now is that when the thing was born, it forced me to rub my soul consciousness and even my body together, hurting him as if he was hurting me.

Now, I can only wait for the thing to completely recover and get rid of it. Because of this, affecting your enemy's soul consciousness is my limit at this moment.

However, you don't have to worry.

As time goes by and no one interferes with reminder, your enemy will completely forget your true self, your blood will dissipate, and your body will rot, and you will not be able to deal with it at that time."

"Suck it~"

Hearing this, the flower demon seemed to have imagined something beautiful, swallowed, and sneered: "Hmph, when I recover, I will never let him die so happily. I will squeeze out the pure yang qi and blood in my body without leaving any trace!"

Finally, her eyes moved and she asked carefully: "Grandma, is that thing really as magical as you said?

When I first saw it, why did I feel a strong and unknown aura on it, like an endless sea of ​​corpses and blood hidden inside, making my soul tremble."

Outside the house, the old voice seemed to disappear, and it took a long time to appear again, and he slowly said with confidence: "I have entered my old age and can't wait."

The resentment in Peach Blossom Land is ultimately limited. No matter how many times I reincarnate, I can't take me to the next step.

So, as long as my demonic power can be completely transformed into the power of heaven and earth, and be reborn from the cocoon, no matter what it is, I will not give up!"

"But……"

The flower demon frowned, feeling still scared, and always felt like he had caused a taboo in the dark and could not feel at ease.

"Okay, the martial arts practitioner is in trouble again. You can rest assured to recover. The number of people in the Peach Blossom Land is enough. When the next cycle begins, your enemy will be completely distorted.

By that time, you will be almost recovering."

"All right……"

Hua Yao nodded helplessly, and knew in her heart that grandma was taking a desperate bet, and no matter how she persuaded her, she would be useless.

...

night.

Squeak ~

The yard gate opened, Jiang Wuye, who was covered in oil, patted his stomach and picked his teeth back to "home".

Wow

A basin of water was poured out. If it was not jumped away in time, it would be poured all over him.

"Xiaoya, look at it!"

After shaking the water stains on his shoes, Jiang Wuye looked up at the girl holding a basin in front of the door, and his face was unhappy.

"Bah!" The girl didn't even give him a look, spitted, twisted her buttocks, and went straight into the room, and the door was shaking loudly.

"Hey! Little slut... huh?"

A fragrant word was about to blurt out, but Jiang Wuye's eyes flashed with struggle and confusion.

How could I scold such words to my niece?

But why, I feel uncomfortable not scolding.

"Tiedan, are you going crazy with Long Xiaotian and the others again? You don't care about the land at home. Oh, it's not that my sister-in-law said you, you're not young..."

Another room door opened and a beautiful woman holding cotton wool came out.

Looking at Jiang Wuye in the yard, shook his head in disappointment, walked forward, brought a fragrance, stroked his hair and said helplessly: "These two days, it's cold, add a quilt. Clean up the room, what does it look like..."

"I have a good time, stop talking, my ears are going to have a calluse! I have a sense of my own affairs, so you don't have to worry about it."

He was upset. Jiang Wuye grabbed the cotton wool from the beautiful woman's hand and walked into the house with big strides. He closed the door, threw the cotton wool, and lie down and fell asleep.

What is annoying is not the beautiful woman's remarks.

But some chaotic scenes that had just emerged in his mind, like puzzles, were interrupted just as they were about to be clear, and naturally felt unhappy.

"Mom, what do you care about him? He just can't help the mud..."

"You little girl, how can you speak? No matter how he is, he is still you..."

In the room separated by a wall, the soft conversation between the mother and daughter sounded.

Jiang Wuye heard it in his ears, but he felt like he was talking about other people's things, and it was difficult to have many emotions. He just put his head on his palms, looking at the darkness, thinking about the chaotic scenes in his mind just now, but the more he thought about it, the more he became more and more blurred.

Time passes, the village is quiet, and the river is rushing.

The night wind blows, and the peach blossoms fall into every household.
Chapter completed!