Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

The common man sighed inwardly, although Mo Yaya was a bit special, he didn't have high expectations.

Because the legend that you can become an immortal by drawing a sword has been around for a long time. Many knights and knights came here to try it, but unfortunately even they couldn't 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 pop.

The man in cloth not far away had his eyes as wide as bells. He expected that Mo Yaya would hope to pull out the iron sword, but he didn't expect that she would actually pull it out, and it would be so easy.

Mo Yaya also had a look of astonishment on her face. She thought it would be difficult, but she didn't expect to pull it out with a little effort.

Before the two of them could recover, the ground suddenly shook, and the ground beneath Mo Yaya's feet was shattered inch by inch.

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

Mo Yaya looked excited, thinking that a god had appeared.

The man in common clothes was also startled at first, but soon realized that something was wrong. It was just that the shaking of the earth was not like the appearance of gods, and there was no legendary fairy spirit around Mo Yaya.

It was exactly as the common man thought. There was no such thing as instant immortality. There was just a hole in the ground. Mo Yaya pulled out the iron sword and the ground cracked.

"Silly girl! Come back quickly!"

The common man hurriedly tried to rescue Mo Yaya, but unfortunately it was too late. Mo Yaya fell into a pothole as soon as he walked over.

The man in common clothes was feeling cold and asked loudly: "Yaya, you, are you okay?"

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

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

The pothole was indeed not deep. Not to mention falling to death, Mo Yaya was not even injured, but her butt was sore.

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

The commoner man breathed a sigh of relief. If Mo Yaya fell to his death because of this, he would probably spend the rest of his life feeling guilty and guilty.

Mo Yaya did not rush to climb up, but looked around the pothole and said in surprise: "Uncle, there is a hole in here. Maybe you can become an immortal if you walk in."

"Don't be stupid, girl. There are no immortals in the world. It's just a legend that you can become an immortal by drawing a sword."

The man in common clothes couldn't laugh or cry. The legend of drawing the sword was originally a legend. Now that Mo Yaya has drawn the sword, let alone become an immortal, she has really fallen into a 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 about immortals.

Mo Yaya was quite disappointed when she heard this, but she was not too discouraged.

Because she has seen real immortals, it is probably just unlucky that she did not become an immortal this time.

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

Just as the man in cloth stretched out his hand to pull Mo Yaya up, a burst of screams and the noisy sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the village.

The common man's expression changed drastically, and he realized something instantly.

"Yaya, then you stay in there and don't move. It's best to hide in the hole. I'll come to you later. If I don't come to find you, you just stay there and don't move. Do you understand?"

The man in cloth had a look of eagerness on his face, and after giving Mo Yaya instructions, he walked back.

Mo Yaya looked dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on, so she could only stay in the pit as the man in cloth told her to do.

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

There was a pit under the iron sword, and there was another hole in the pit. Not to mention the rumors about immortals, she had to go and have a look in the hole just out of curiosity.

About half a quarter of an hour later, dozens of horse bandits were wandering around the village, holding knives and threatening every household to hand over their belongings.

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

The horse bandits would not give up, but tied the villagers to one place and threatened them to hand over their private belongings.

The village chief knelt in front of the leader of the scarred horse bandits and begged: "Everyone, we are just poor people who farm and hunt. We really have nothing else of value."

A horse bandit also came close to the scar-faced horse bandit, shook his head and said: "Second Master, these bumpkins look really poor. They shouldn't be able to squeeze anything valuable out of them."

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

The scarred-faced bandit had a sneer on his face. He had been a bandit for most of his life, and he had much more experience than some young men who had just joined the mountain.

It is impossible that the villagers have not heard of the recent horse bandit troubles. Since they have not escaped, they will definitely be prepared.

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

Their number is somewhat small, but some of them have been hunting or farming all year round, and their physical fitness is not bad, so there is no reason to let the horse bandits slaughter them.

"Village chief, we will fight them!"

"That's right. They don't even leave us a way out. What's the difference between us dying of starvation in a while and dying now?"

Some people picked up hoes or wooden sticks around them and prepared to fight the horse bandits.

The elderly village chief looked sad, but he also knew that if even the food they had hidden was taken away, they would not survive until the end of the year.

The scar-faced horse bandit showed disdain and sneered: "Do you really think that after practicing a few tricks and hunting for a few years, you can be compared with those of us who wear our heads in our trousers?"

They have been fighting outside all year round, and their combat experience is definitely not comparable to that of a group of villagers. What's more, they all stand on horses and carry knives this time, and the villagers can only bring out a few hatchets.

"Stop, stop!"

Just when the two sides were about to start a fight, a childish shout suddenly sounded.

The scarred-faced horse bandit at the head looked slightly sluggish, and when he looked in the direction, he saw that it was a little girl who was no taller than a horse's legs.

The common man's heart skipped a beat. He never thought that Mo Yaya would climb up on his own and come here.

Mo Yaya swallowed secretly and pretended to be tough: "Let's go now, I can still let you go, otherwise I will not show mercy to the sword in my hand."

"Immortal sword?"

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

Mo Yaya is holding a long sword, and there is a faint light flowing around her body. Thinking about her words, she does have a bit of an immortal demeanor.

Unfortunately, Mo Yaya was just pretending after all. She couldn't hold the iron sword firmly with both hands, and her calves were shaking with fear when facing dozens of knife-wielding horse bandits.

The scar-faced horseman thought for a moment, then suddenly dismounted and walked up to Mo Yaya, put the knife on her neck, and sneered: "Little girl, with your appearance, you want to scare people? I think you deserve it."

Impatient."

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

The commoner man also looked desperate. These bandits were extremely vicious, and Mo Yaya's mere show of strength was of no use.