Han Mo smiled and said, "When I was young, I often had nightmares and always felt that something wanted to hurt me... One night, I had nightmares again, and I was so scared that I was dying, but at that time, a god suddenly came out and helped me drive away the bad guys and monsters!"

"God?" Shuang'er blinked, looking very interested.

Han Mo nodded: "The god, with long beards, colorful clothes, and like clouds, he holds the treasures of fighting monsters and bad people in his hands...!"

"Are you going to beat a bad girl?" Shuang'er suddenly asked.

"Female bad guy?" Han Mo was stunned. He was so smart that he concluded with just one sentence that Shuang'er's nightmare was related to a woman. Seeing Shuang'er looking at him with a hint of nervousness, Han Mo immediately nodded and said, "Of course, as long as he is a bad guy, as long as he does evil, the gods will punish those bad guys regardless of men or women."

When Shuang'er heard this, she immediately showed a look of joy.

"When the god was about to leave, I asked him what to do if I had nightmares in the future?" Han Mo pretended to be mysterious and said, "Shuang'er, guess how did he answer me?"

Shuang'er shook her head, looked puzzled, but nodded again, and said sweetly: "Brother Mo, have you made an appointment with him? He will come to help you when you have a nightmare?"

Han Mo smiled and said, "Shuang'er is so smart. You guessed it right all of a sudden. Yes, I just wanted to make an agreement with him at that time, what should I do if I encounter danger? That god is a big good man, no, a big good god. He gave me a gift, which was an invisible immortal robe. It was worn on his body, and ghosts would not invade me, and bad people would not hurt me."

Shuang'er looked at Han Mo and said with a strange look: "Then are you still wearing it now? Why can't I see it?"

Han Mo smiled and said, "Silly girl, I said that this robe is invisible. Except for gods, others cannot see it. Unless you are wearing this robe after you are eighteen years old, you can see it. I have been eighteen years old and have been wearing it for many years, so I can see it." He pointed to the so-called "immortal robe" on his body illusion, "There are embroidered cranes here, and it is so well embroidered, just like you really want to fly out of the robe. Well, there are also flowing clouds here, this is the edge of cloud brocade thread...!"

Shuang'er opened Shui Lingling's big eyes, feeling confused and full of envy.

"I'll give it to you now. After you put it on, no one can bully you again, and you are not afraid of having nightmares, because... the gods are protecting you!" Han Mo stared at Shuang'er and said seriously.

Shuang'er waved her hand quickly and said, "No, no, Brother Mo, that is your most precious thing. It was given to you by the gods. How can I want it? I don't want it!"

Han Mo shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet. When the god gave me the immortal robe, he told me that this immortal robe is only useful to people who are not over 18 years old. After the age of eighteen, he lost his magic power. The god also told me that when I reach 18, I can give the immortal robe to others and let the immortal robe continue to protect others. I have always forgotten it. Today I suddenly remembered it, so I want to give it to you... It is useless to me, but it is very useful to you!"

Shuang'er said skeptically: "Really?"

Han Mo nodded seriously, "Of course it's true. But you have to promise me something too!"

"What?"

"When you are eighteen years old, you will also give this fairy robe to those in need, okay?" Han Mo stared into Shuang'er's eyes and asked seriously.

"Okay!" Shuang'er nodded and said, "When I reach eighteen, I will definitely give it to someone else!"

"That's good!" Han Mo smiled and began to take off his robe. He was very careful and serious, explaining: "This robe is almost impossible to feel when worn on it. Once worn, it will not be able to take off it and will protect you all the time. It does not need to be washed, and after putting it on, you can ignore it."

Shuang'er said strangely: "Why don't you take it off when taking a shower? Wouldn't you get it wet?"

"No." Han Mo said with certainty: "This is an immortal robe, which is inseparable from water and fire. After putting it on, you don't have to worry about anything. It will always protect you, Shuang'er, do you understand?"

Shuang'er nodded seriously.

Han Mo then made a robe pinch with both hands, carefully "dressed" Shuang'er's body, and even made a belt-tie action. Then he took a few steps back, looked at it, and nodded with a smile: "No, Shuang'er is even more beautiful when wearing a fairy robe!"

Shuang'er was very happy: "Brother Mo, can you see me wearing a fairy robe?"

"Yes!" Han Mo nodded: "When you are eighteen years old, you will see the immortal robe on someone else's body."

"I'm really looking forward to it." Shuang'er's eyes shone with a longing light.

"Okay, from now on, nothing can hurt you." Han Mo laughed and said, "Shuang'er, are you still scared now?"

Shuang'er closed her eyes, perhaps because of psychological reasons. She quickly opened her eyes and said sweetly: "I'm not afraid, with the fairy robe to protect me, I won't be afraid of nightmares in the future!"

"That's right!" Han Mo laughed, looked up at the sky. The sunset was setting, and it was getting late. He said, "Shuang'er, let's go back to the city to avoid your family's concern!"

Shuang'er looked depressed and shook her head and said, "They won't worry about me..." Her voice was small, and she immediately raised her head and smiled, "Let's go, Brother Mo, thank you for the gift you gave me!"

"It's a gift from the gods!" Han Mo blinked.

It was only more than ten miles away from the city, and the horse was speeding. It didn't take long to arrive at the city gate and entered the city. Han Mo said, "Shuang'er, Brother Mo still has some things. Can you go home alone?"

Shuang'er nodded and said obediently: "Well..." Looking at Han Mo, she wanted to speak but stopped.

Han Mo understood what she meant and smiled gently, "Next time I have time, I will take you to play with you. Do you think it's okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Shuang'er giggled, very happy, "But... but I don't know when I will come out again?"

"Let's do it. If you can come out, tie a red rope on the big locust tree in front of the noodle shop. I'll be waiting for you the next day!" Han Mo smiled and said, "Do you think it's okay?"

"Yeah!" Shuang'er kept nodding.

When Shuang'er left reluctantly, the gentle smile on Han Mo's face disappeared immediately, replaced by a cold smile. He turned his eyes to the crowded Xicheng Gate, urging him to step forward, and actually left the city again.

...

In the woods several miles away from Yangjia Village, Han Mo got off his horse, left the horse in the woods, and tied the horse's mouth with cloth strips to prevent it from making a sound.

Walking out of the forest, the sun had already set and the sky was red.

Han Mo stretched out and murmured to himself: "But I haven't really moved for a while, today is a good opportunity." He looked up at the red horizon, thinking about it. After a long time, the horizon faded, and he said to himself: "You should have good luck today, right?"

He stopped talking and walked to the horse and pulled out a small package from under the horse's belly. After opening it, it was a black tights inside.

Han Mo changed his tights, even covered his face, wrapped his clothes under the horse's belly, and then moved his hands and feet, walked out of the forest, penetrated into the deserted path, and ran towards Yangshu Village in front. In the darkness, it was like a ghost, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

...

...

The night was dark, and Yangshu Village was also silent. The villagers had long been accustomed to the life of working in and entering the sun. There was not even a dog in the village, which was terrible.

A fire was shining in the house of Yang Jiao, the village chief of Yangshu Village. At this time, Yang Jiao was standing respectfully in the room. On the big chair in front of him, there was a guy who was nearly 45 or 46 years old, with a beard, fat head and big ears, with a little ugly face, and a gloomy expression. He frowned and asked, "You listen to their voices, but from Beijing?"

"That girl didn't say anything, but that man was talking, but he wasn't a Beijing accent... I can't say who he is from, but he must not be native to the capital." Yang Jiao thought, bent his body and said, "Sir, do you think he is a real spy in the enemy country?"

"Spy, no!" beard cursed: "You are a bigger village, how could those spies spend their kung fu here? I'm not worried about spies, but I'm worried that someone in Beijing will start to pay attention to our affairs. If this is revealed, someone sincerely wants to catch the handle, things will be bad!"

Yang Jiao panicked, "Sir, what should I do? If you really want to check it out, this... this will cause a loss of your head!"

Beard glanced at him and cursed, "I'm so fucking, we haven't left a handle. Everything is done seamlessly, there is no account book at all, and I can't check it. Can the troublemakers in your village still dare to testify? Even if they testify, there are only personal testimony and no physical evidence. Let's take a step back and say, even if I find out, I'm in charge, you're just a big deal!"

"Yes, yes!" Yang Jiao said hurriedly.

He narrowed his eyes and asked again: "You just said that these two people are friends of Sister Yan'er? Where is that girl's sister now?"

Yang Jiao hurriedly said: "That was taken into the palace in the first few years. I have not returned to my hometown yet, and I don't know if I have died!"

"March?" The beard shook and frowned: "Did you mean you became a palace maid?"

"When I came to choose a person, I said this, but I can't tell you what I did." Yang Jiao smiled apologized and said, "His father is Yang Erhuai. Didn't he come back from the document before the New Year? He is dead?"

Beard nodded and said, "So that's it. Well, three people died in your village at that time. Have you paid all the pensions I brought?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Yang Jiao nodded repeatedly: "I have sent it a long time ago."

"Well, that's good. The document says that each family costs twenty taels of silver, but you also know the matter in the yamen. Some places need to be handled, and it's already a lot of ten taels of silver. They didn't say anything, right?" asked, bearding and touching their beards.

"No, no, it's all peaceful." Yang Jiao said with a smile.

The beard squinted, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He looked straight at the door next to him. He saw Yang Tian leaning beside the door, eating melon seeds in his mouth, his eyes were filled with autumn waves, and he looked at the beard with a charming smile.

Yang Tianshi was obviously interested. She had just taken a shower and her hair was still wet. Her jacket was slightly open, revealing her close bellyband. Her bellyband was slightly loose. The two pieces of flesh on her chest were squeezed into a ball, and the white pieces could be seen. She could see her deep cleavage. She was chewing melon seeds and stretched out her hand to rub her hair on her cheeks, showing her charm for a mature woman.

This woman's life is a seductive look, coupled with her plump white body, and her seductive style. Although her beard has been with her for two years, she can't control her every time she sees the slutty spirit emitted from her bones. She squints her eyes and looks at the woman's rolling breasts, smiling between her eyebrows.
Chapter completed!