Article 462

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Those people were trembling and crying, looking blankly at their homes being swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire and razed to the ground. The flames reflected the crystal tears in their eyes, and they closed their eyes and cried.

In such a solemn atmosphere, Mo Ran remained silent and remained silent. Unlike Xue Zhengyong, he did not make unnecessary struggles. He knew that it could not carry more people, so he stopped looking at the villages and towns rushing by under his feet, crying loudly.

"There is the sea ahead." His eyebrows frowned slightly, "Master, where are we going?"

"Can you hold on to Feihua Island?"

Feihua Island is the closest island to Linyi. Mo Ran nodded and said, "I can hold on, but I'm not familiar with the East China Sea. It will take some effort to find it. Master, look at them." , let them wake up, the sword is too crowded, if they fall asleep, they may fall."

Chu Wanning said: "Okay."

The ink burned the sword and walked for more than an hour. When a thin light of the rising sun rose on the sea level and the early sun rose in the east, they broke through the clouds and saw a small circular island appearing on the sparkling blue sea.

Feihua Island has finally arrived.

Although this island is under the jurisdiction of the Rufeng Sect, it is remote and sparsely populated. Most of them are scattered fishermen who make a living by the sea. There is only one big family. They all saw the fire at Rufengmen on the horizon across the roaring sea. They were worried and didn't know what happened. Many residents looked around in the yard, fearing that there was something strange in the sky, and they didn't dare to sleep.

When dawn broke, the vision did not reach them, but a group of people were carried by a long sword, and landed on the wet beach. The leader was a tall, handsome man with some splashes on his cheeks. The mottled blood stains clearly indicated that he had experienced a fierce battle.

There are no monks on Feihua Island, only ordinary people live there, so when they see him, they are a little scared, wondering whether he is good or evil, and why he is here.

"Ah, why are their faces so dark..."

Someone whispered, looking at the men, women and children behind Mo Ran.

"It seems that he escaped from the fire... did he come from Linyi?"

A sturdy fisherman bravely approached and asked, "Are you...are you from the Rufeng Sect?"

"The peak of life and death." Mo Ran handed the child in his arms to Chu Wanning. The child was too young and couldn't support it. In order to prevent him from being squeezed out, Mo Ran held him in his arms while wielding the sword. , "Something happened to the Rufeng Sect. These...are all residents of Linyi. The calamity fire is too strong and the weight of the sword is limited. I really can't save much. I..."

He was talking to himself halfway, and when he looked up and saw the confused look of the fisherman, he realized that he had spoken too fast.

How do these people on Feihua Island know what calamity fire and sword control are?

So he pursed his lips and said warmly: "I'm sorry, I'll talk to you in detail later." He turned back and glanced at the haggard and embarrassed crowd behind him, "Can you get them some first?" Food and water?”

A frightened child who had lost his parents slowly moved to Mo Ran's legs and stretched out his little hands to helplessly grasp the corners of his robe.

Mo Ran lowered his head and lowered his eyes, touched his hair, and said to the fisherman: "I'm really sorry for bothering you."

Most of the residents of Feihua Island were Chunliang, and soon someone brought tea and snacks for them to eat. Mo Ran briefly told the islanders the whole story. Those people couldn't close their mouths for a long time, staring blankly at the endless fire on the horizon.

"The Confucianism Sect... was all burned down?" Some people couldn't believe it.

"The head of Nangong passed away?"

Mo Ran said: "It's not that the immortal died, but that he took the Lingchi Fruit and was taken to other places."

"What is Lingchi fruit?"

"that is……"

Chu Wanning stood aside and watched Mo Ran slowly explain to the fishermen, but he did not step forward.

He looks a bit inhumane, and his eyebrows are naturally stained with frost and snow. If he is asked to negotiate with the villagers, the result will not be better than Mo Ran.

In his arms, the sleeping child woke up and saw a cold, strange man holding him. He couldn't help but startled, and then burst into tears, not at all as obedient as when he was in Mo Ran's arms.

Chu Wanning glanced at Mo Ran and saw that Mo Ran was still surrounded by villagers and could not get away. He was a little at a loss. He habitually said to the child with a straight face: "Don't cry."

The child cried louder at the top of his lungs and kept shouting: "Daddy, grandma... I want daddy, I want grandma."

"Don't cry." Chu Wanning coaxed stiffly, "You, don't cry."

"Wow - grandma... grandma..."

Allen Chu had no choice. He held him with one hand and wanted to lift up and touch his hair with the other hand. Unexpectedly, the child did not want him to touch it at all. He tilted his head back, with a red face full of tears and snot: "I want my mother-in-law, I want my father, I want to go home..."

This is really a helpless one. Allen Chu has never coaxed a child before and doesn’t know what to say at all. He couldn’t help but think about what he should say to comfort the little guy. But as soon as he fell into deep thought, his brows were unconscious. His face was wrinkled, making his whole body feel like water in a box, black iron cold.

The child was crying in pain. When he was struggling, he accidentally saw Chu Wanning's face. He suddenly choked. He was so frightened that he could not say a word. He just bit his lips and his tears were like broken beads. Rolling down.

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