Knowing the whole thing, Zhang Ju felt sad for no reason, squatted down and rubbed Ma Xiaoyong's little head. Two lines of tears couldn't help but flow down his cheeks.

Of course, the old man still omitted a lot of things. For example, "I have threatened Ma Xiaoyong, such as the fact that I am a cultivator", he said that he would let Ma Xiaoyong practice with him, he was very lonely living here, and when he saw that Ma Xiaoyong was a very sensible little guy, he wanted him to come here every day to be a scholar, talk to him every day, do chores, and said that he would pay him a certain amount of remuneration every month. The two gold coins were considered to be prepaid.

"Mother's good child, it's my mother's bad, my mother blames you", Zhang Ju fell into deep self-blame.

"Mother, don't cry", Ma Xiaoyong reached out to wipe away the tears on Zhang Ju's face. Seeing his mother crying, his nose was sour for no reason, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

After a while, Zhang Ju stood up. He bowed deeply to the old man. Again he stretched out his hands and handed the two gold coins to the old man. said: "Old man, thank you." Thank you for telling me this. However, these two gold coins were too many for the little woman to ask for. Please also take it back".

The old man was obviously a little stunned, "Didn't my old man make it very clear? Could it be that this little girl didn't want his son to come here? No, this is absolutely not good." But how can we make the little girl willingly let the little doll come over?

Zhang Ju's hand was a little stiff, and his waist was a little sore, and he didn't see the old man speak. Suspiciously, he raised his head and looked at the old man, and continued: "Please take it back to the old man."

The old man who was deep in thought was pulled back by Zhang Ju's words. The old man, who had not come back to his senses at all, subconsciously said: "No, this little doll has to come to me every day no matter what."

After saying that, I realized that I had lost my words. Hurriedly continued: "My old man has no children, no daughters, and no one to rely on. I feel very lonely living here alone, so I want the little doll to be able to talk to me from time to time. Don't you allow it?" This old guy can be regarded as an explosive acting actor for a while!!

"No, no, no. Old man, you are mistaken. I didn't mean that, I thought that even if I didn't give money, I would let Yong'er come and see you from time to time. So, please take back the gold coins", the little woman couldn't stand it. Zhang Ju hurriedly explained.

When the old man heard Zhang Ju's words, he suddenly felt a big stone fall in his heart. I'm in a good mood.

However, the old man still pretended to be very serious. Said: "I'm afraid that after you leave here, you will never come back, you only have to take the old man's money, and when the time comes, this little doll will not come here, and the old man I can still go to you to reason." Hurry up and put the gold coins away, or you just don't want this little doll to come and accompany the old man."

Listening to the old man's words, Zhang Ju was silent for a while, and smiled helplessly. said: "Okay, I haven't asked the old man for his name yet."

Seeing Zhang Ju relieved, the old man was completely relieved. smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, good, the contemptible surname is Zhang Mingsong." It's just a villageno mountaino."

Seeing that the sunset was about to set, Zhang Ju said: "Uncle Zhang, it's not too early, the little girl will take her son back first." I will definitely let him come to you tomorrow. What do you think?".

"Go ahead, just remember to promise the old man something", Zhang Song waved his hand and said.

Since then, Ma Xiaoyong has been visiting the old man every morning until the sun is about to set. Day after day.

Even this time, I delivered my mother, bathed my brother, and fed my brother late at night. Ma Xiaoyong still got up early, cooked rice porridge, and fed his younger brother. Then he galloped towards the back mountain.

In a clean and tidy shed not far away. Xiaobai looked up in the direction of the boy. He watched him until he disappeared from sight. Every time I look at the little boy, I can't help but think of an unborn child. Withdrawing his gaze, he continued to lie on the soft grass.

In fact, it is not worried about what will happen to Ma Xiaoyong, because of the racial talent, it has already separated a wisp of soul power to hide in Ma Yong's body. Once Pony Yong's life is in danger, that wisp of soul power can block it for a while, and its body can also arrive instantly.

After a while, Ma Xiaoyong came to the thatched house. I want to knock on the door.

"Come in," Zhang Song's voice came from inside the room.

Ma Xiaoyong shook his head with a wry smile, every time he was about to knock on the door, the old man would let him in.

Because he already knew that the old man was a fourth-order great magician. The magician is famous for his super soul power, so he can know his arrival from the house, and he is no longer surprised by this.

It's just that this old man is a little eccentric by nature. Once, Ma Xiaoyong didn't bother to knock on the door because he knew that he could sense his arrival every time. Just push the door in.

As a result, he sank naked into the pool and did not show his head for half an hour. Can't hold back the outcrop for ventilation is the end of the long bag on the head. It's just that this perverted old man is still a third-order alchemist. The bag that grew out of his head was instantly swelled by the healing potion he concocted.

When I first met, I didn't know that this old man had such a strange personality. If he knew that he would not have come here if he had been given a hundred coins, let alone two gold coins. Of course, I think so, but if he were asked to do it all over again, he would still choose to come over.

Half a year ago, when he officially came here for the first time, Zhang Song didn't teach him any magic or cultivation. Just talk to him about the world. Of course, half a year later, Zhang Song still hasn't taught him the way of magic. Of course, that's an afterthought.

To put it simply, the Western God Continent is the cradle of magicians, while the Eastern God of Fighting Continent is the origin of fighters. This is a world where the strong are respected and the weak eat the strong. When saying the sentence "The strong are respected, the weak eat the strong", Zhang Song glanced at Ma Xiaoyong deeply. The latter, however, didn't think much of it.

The cultivators of this world are all divided into nine major levels and three minor levels. Warcraft is no exception.

Strictly speaking, it is divided into ten levels. It is rumored that the founder of the Dharma Temple, "Polyha", is a tenth-order main god, and the founder of the Doushen Palace, "Sai Wangxue", is a tenth-order Heavenly Emperor. Whether the rumors are true or not remains to be verified.

The main body of this world is dominated by magicians and fighters. In addition, there are some sub-professions, such as alchemists in the West and physicians in the East, array mages, and so on.

This is a world where the strong respect the weak, and it is also a colorful and magical world.

In detail, magicians are divided into beginner magicians, intermediate magicians, advanced magicians, and grand magicians. Magister, Grand Magister, Holy Mentor, Half-Step Dharma God, Dharma God. Lord God.

The fighters are divided into junior fighters, intermediate fighters, senior fighters, fighters, big fighters, soul fighters, saint fighters, half-step fighters, fighting gods, and heavenly emperors.

In the case of Warcraft, it's very simple. It is divided into first-order demonic beasts, second-order demonic beasts, third-order demonic beasts, and so on...