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Before he could even see the person's face clearly, the Xiaowan was certain that Ling Chaofeng was the one who came to save her.

However, the people of Baisha County only stared at the sound of the hooves in the darkness, completely unaware of the golden light in the sky.

At this moment of life and death, the Xiaowan was actually thinking, if they couldn't see the golden light, or Little Pei, then they definitely wouldn't be able to see the horns on Little Pei's head. In the future, when he no longer grows up overnight, he will be able to live a normal life.

But now, it was not the time for her to express her mother's feelings. The fire burned even more intensely, and sparks of fire danced on the hem of her skirt, and very quickly, it burned into pieces. Her skin was engulfed by the raging fire, and the smoke choked her nose, making her unable to open her eyes due to the intense pain.

Suddenly, they heard a scream from the crowd. A white horse stepped over their shoulders and jumped off the white horse. A familiar figure jumped into the fire.

Xiaowan could vaguely see Ling Chaofeng brandishing the sword, it was like the scene she saw upstairs when they were married. That day, she thought that her husband wanted to kill him, but he had only chopped off the tip of the escort's foot to save her life.

"Hubby …" Xiaowan forgot about the pain and forgot about the thick smoke coming out from her nose. She knew that with Ling Chaofeng here, she didn't have to be afraid of anything.

Ling Chaofeng flew down, one hand holding onto Xiaowan's waist while the other hand holding onto the cold and oppressive longsword. At this moment, it was as if the flames on the fire had lost its frightening aura, and everything was covered by the man's killing intent.

He looked at the scene in front of him in a panic. Seeing Ling Chaofeng taking a step towards him, he bellowed, "You stop right there, what are you trying to do?"

Ling Chaofeng pointed his sword at the unconscious official and shouted: "For killing your wife, I shall take your head!"

The county magistrate's legs instantly went limp. Seeing that there were so many commoners below, and seeing Huai Yin's face flash through the crowd, and thinking back to what she had said, no matter how strong Ling Chaofeng was, he could not hold up against the numbers.

He gathered his courage and said loudly: "She is not your wife, she is a demon. She has caused many disasters to the Baisha County, Ling Chaofeng, don't be bewitched by the demon spirit, quickly wake up and kill the demon together with me."

The county magistrate loudly shouted to the commoners, "Kill this demon and we will be able to return peace to everyone. There will no longer be any snowstorm or floods in Baisha County …"

The commoners were shocked by Ling Chaofeng at first, but when they thought back to the snowstorm and the flood in La Yue, they immediately became spirited again. One by one, they started to shout "Burn her to death!", and gradually, groups of people began to shout "Burn her to death!".

"Burn her to death! "Burn her to death!"

"Get out!"

"Get out of the Baisha Town …"

Cursing and expelling people came one after another, their ugly faces reflected in the light of the flames. This was the place Ling Chaofeng treated the villagers well, this was the place he had been protecting for the past ten years.

Suddenly, his hands felt heavy. Xiaowan no longer had the strength to stand on her own.

Her originally tender and beautiful face had turned jet-black from the smoke of the fire, and her skirt had been burnt to smithereens. Her fair legs were exposed, and the skin on her calves was no longer visible.

"Burn her to death... Burn her to death … "

Ling Chaofeng's sharp eyes swept past them, and then he stabbed his sword into the fire. He tried his best to pick them up, and with the spreading of the fire, the burning firewood flew all over the place, landing on the roofs of the houses around, and then entering into the courtyard.

Everyone was stunned at first, but after seeing that the house was on fire, they finally understood what was going on and quickly dispersed to their own homes to put out the fire.

Ling Chaofeng set the firewood on the fire aside and scattered it all over the houses. He had invited the flames from the City God Temple's censer, if he wanted to extinguish them, it would be difficult.

In the midst of their screams, the fire rapidly spread outwards from the houses surrounding the yamen. Before long, the entire Baisha County would be engulfed in a sea of fire.

turned a deaf ear to the shouts that came from afar. With one hand holding Xiaowan and the other holding onto her longsword, she pressed on and forced the county magistrate into a corner.

Who would protect this unconscious official right now? When the county magistrate saw that he was about to be killed by a sword, he suddenly saw Yue Huaiyin standing alone at the other end of the hall. She looked at everything with a terrified expression, as if he had been frozen in place.

"It's not me, hero or hero, Manager Ling …" The county magistrate was at a loss for words, "It wasn't me who wanted to kill your wife, it was Yue Huaiyin who instigated me."

Ling Chaofeng did not hesitate to stab down with his sword, but he did not kill the officer. He had only injured his shoulder, but the cowardly bastard had fainted from his own fear, and closed his eyes.

This sword was dirty, Ling Chaofeng did not want it, so he threw the sword on the ground and picked up Xiaowan with both hands.

The commoners had all left, thus, Yue Huaiyin's actions became even more abrupt as she stood there. The Goddess and the old Daoist Priest were scared to the point of peeing their pants, but they still said to Yue Huaiyin when they were escaping, "We don't need the silver, you should never come look for us again."

Yue Huaiyin looked at them in shock, then looked at Ling Chaofeng. His eyes were blazing, he was even more terrifying than the bonfire earlier, or the sea of flames behind him, but he completely ignored his own existence.

"She's a monster!" Yue Huaiyin suddenly looked like she had gone mad, screaming in pain, "Ling Chaofeng, how am I inferior to her? How am I inferior to her …"

It was to the point where he even rushed forward and grabbed Ling Chaofeng's arm: "Just look at me, even if you look at me once."

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed Yue Huaiyin's neck, and lifted her skinny body up.

Her slender neck looked like it was about to be crushed. As she kicked, she instinctively hit Ling Chaofeng's arm and struggled to spit out a few words, "Let me go …"

But very quickly, she fell silent. Without strength, she could no longer struggle, could no longer tangle with them, could no longer secretly persecute the tavern and the Xiaowan.

Yue Huaiyin's neck was broken, but when Ling Chaofeng released his hands, his body fell to the ground limply, no matter how miserable wails sounded around his, she would never wake up again.

Ling Chaofeng carried the Xiaowan and passed through the sea of flames like a god or a devil.

He turned a deaf ear to the cries that filled the place, but a baby's cry that came from an unknown place burrowed into the Xiaowan's heart. The unconscious her suddenly woke up and saw a sea of fire.

"Little Pei... Little Pei... " Xiaowan looked at the Golden Dragon hovering in the sky, and extended his hand out to his son.

Their hearts were linked as the Golden Dragon roared into the sky. It took a long period of time before it opened its mouth and spat out a heavy rain.

In the torrential rain, the fire was gradually extinguished. Amidst the thick smoke, cries and cries filled the air. It was an incomparably miserable scene.

Xiaowan did not have the strength to speak anymore. Once again, she entered into darkness, only knowing that her husband was hugging her. Her husband's embrace was the most peaceful place in the world.

In the tavern, when the citizens had left, Uncle Biao and Aunt Zhang let go of each other and the Uncle Biao took their Pig Slaughtering Knife, wanting to save Xiaowan, but in the darkness of the cellar, a dazzling gold light suddenly lit up, Ling Chaofeng ran out from the cellar, directly rushing towards the stables and jumping on his horse.

At this moment, Uncle Biao and Aunt Zhang were standing by the side of the road with lanterns in their hands. Just now, they saw that in the direction of the Baisha Town, the fire was blazing high into the sky.

After waiting for a while, Ling Chaofeng finally returned with Xiaowan on his horse. He jumped off the carriage and rushed into the tavern with the others.

"Auntie, take the scalding medicine, ice water, scissors …"

Ling Chaofeng repeated his instructions, and after he placed Xiaowan down, he tore off her clothes. Xiaowan's legs, from the knees down, had already been burnt to the point where they were not even recognizable as white bones.

"Late at night, wake up, late at night …" Ling Chaofeng slapped Xiaowan's face. He was afraid that his wife would pass away in her coma.

Xiaowan's consciousness gradually returned, but the moment she did so, the intense pain engulfed her life, and she felt that she was really going to die soon.

"Husband, I'm sorry …" Xiaowan struggled to say these words, but then she forced herself to laugh. There were no tears, no fear, and no sorrow.

"Master, this life... To be able to meet you, anything is worth it. "

"Late …"

"Husband, you must remember to come find me in your next life …"

"Late!" Ling Chaofeng roared in anger, his eyes scarlet red, "You cannot die, Mu Xiaowan, wake up!"

"Father, move aside." Suddenly, Little Pei came out of nowhere and pushed her father hard. He crawled onto the bed and knelt beside his mother.

Long eyelashes open and close, big eyes squeezed hard, glanced at the unconscious mother, suddenly sad, tears like rain.

Her burnt wound gradually healed, and her blackened face recovered its snow-white skin. Xiaowan's eyeballs turned slightly, and as she took a deep breath to recover, she opened her eyes.

"Late?" Ling Chaofeng lifted his wife's body. He already had no time to be surprised at his son's miracles. Seeing Xiaowan wake up once again, she shouted, "You're not allowed to sleep anymore, Mu Xiaowan, wake up."

Xiaowan stared at her blankly. The frightening pain had disappeared, as well as the difficulty of being unable to breathe from her chest. Her body became light as if she was unharmed.

Her husband's eyes were filled with tears and they even slipped down. Xiaowan reached out his hands and gently lifted them up as she smiled innocently, "Aiya, are you crying?"

"Mother …" Little Pei crawled over to her and shouted in a childish voice, "Mother, I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

The little guy started to tear apart his mother's clothes without saying a word, wanting to drink her milk. However, Ling Chaofeng panicked and slapped his son's butt, pushing him away, "Where did your mother get her strength from to feed you, you despicable thing."

Little Pei pursed his lips and tears welled up in his eyes. The tears that he had suppressed earlier, was now gushing out.

"He's hungry, why did you hit him?" Xiaowan's heart was in her throat, she immediately opened up her bosom and hugged her precious son, lovingly kissing his cheek, "Little Pei be good, Little Pei is not afraid of father, with mother here, you can eat until you're full, Mother won't be willing to let you starve."

As he watched Jiao Er drink the milk from his mother's embrace, Ling Chaofeng realized that his son was actually still very young. He no longer wished to pursue what had happened just now;

The most important thing was that the Xiaowan was unharmed, and the Xiaowan was fine.

"Master, wait until Little Pei is full, let's go." The Xiaowan said, "I don't want to stay here anymore."

Ling Chaofeng nodded, "We will leave immediately."

At this moment in time, on the Baisha Town, the torrential rain after the great fire, the rain had stopped and everything was a mess. The wailing and crying did not stop, and even though the torrential rain had extinguished the sea of fire, many people still lost their lives in the great fire.

When the county magistrate woke up in front of the yamen, he realized that only his shoulder was injured. It was painful, but not life-threatening.

He stumbled to his feet. Under the moonlight, he saw a familiar figure lying on the ground in the distance. He walked over shakily. The people on the ground had been drenched by the rain and had no signs of life.

"Huai Yin? Yue Huaiyin? " Liu Qingping kicked the person on the ground, and fear arose in his heart. He trembled as he squatted down and touched the woman's nose; she was dead.

"Dead?" The county magistrate fell to the ground and looked around. The walls and walls of the originally peaceful and prosperous town were all broken, and the air was filled with a burning smell. His ears were filled with the sound of miserable wails …

"Oh god …" The county magistrate cried out miserably before fainting once more.

The people of the surrounding villages rushed over, only to see that the Baisha Town had been destroyed to the point that it was completely unrecognizable. The eyes of the people of the town seemed to be dead as they cleaned up the mess, wrapping the straw mats around the person who had been burned to death.

When the news spread, Susu and Da Qing flew to the Ling Xiao Inn, but as the people left, no matter how Susu shouted, the Xiaowan did not come out to answer her.

"Xiaowan, Xiaowan …"

Thousands of miles away, in the imperial palace, on top of the majestic Announcement Hall, the emperor, Xiang Run, was sitting on a dragon throne.

The emperor looked at a book, one hand holding his chin and mumbling, "Ling Chaofeng... Mu Xiaowan... "