North, Nightray Lair.

Devouring Jiang, the third brother of the patriarch of the Lu clan on the eve of devouring the striath, and the third uncle of the devouring abyss. An old man who is cowardly and timid, but very good at coaxing children, sits on a wooden chair by the window in his own home, looking out of the window attentively, his eyes full of thoughts.

Turned into an idiot, he sat on the floor playing with toys, because he was always rolling, his body was dirty, and his sleeves were wet and greasy because he was always wiping his nose. He shook the rattle in his hand for a long time, as if he was tired of playing, he crawled to the feet of the devouring on all fours, and beat the third uncle's calf with the rattle in his hand.

"Xiaogui, I've told you many times. Don't crawl on the ground, you can walk, why do you always forget?" Swallowing Jiang complained softly, and with a sad face, he lifted Swallower up from the ground and patted the dust all over his body for him, but he couldn't clean it.

"Third uncle. He smiled stupidly, and as soon as he was helped up, he lay back on the ground by himself, twisting his tall body and coquettishly.

"Alas. Devouring Jiang sighed, counting the days in his heart, three days had passed since Devouring Abyss and Devouring Tiger had taken away all the Great Divine Tree fruits. The uncle and nephew said that they were going to go to the underground lair, but they haven't come back yet, and they just hope that there will be no accidents.

The more he thought about it, the more unsteady he became, he glanced at the one who was on the ground and turned over and continued to play with toys, and confirmed that his nephew would be fine for the time being, so he turned around and went upstairs. When he had gone upstairs, he went to the window, pushed it open, reached out of it, and rhythmically rang the brass bell that hung on the edge of the lattice.

The brass bell rang loudly, and in a few moments, two patrolmen from the Nightmar Clan jumped onto the roof of the building and stood in front of the devouring window.

The prestige of the originally cowardly Yan Jiang in the clan is not too high, and most of the young people are hot-blooded, and they also look down on people like him. In addition, Devouring Jiang was timid and insisted on preventing the eldest brother of the patriarch from starting a war with the inn, which made the main battle faction despise him even more, and later after Devouring Jiang died in battle, the clansmen almost all blamed this crime on the cowardly cowardly cowards who did not dare to go to war.

But no matter what, Yu Jiang is still the third brother of the previous patriarch and the third uncle of the current patriarch. When other ordinary clansmen saw it, they at least had to be called the third master. So just now I heard the third master ring the copper bell to summon the code, no matter how reluctant these two night ghosts are, they have to come over to see what the third master has to order. However, these two young men were not very good at hiding their thoughts, or they were too lazy to hide them, and their disdain for Swallowing Jiang hung on their faces without concealing it.

Standing in front of the window with his face facing outward, he could naturally see the expressions on the faces of the two juniors outside the window. He was not angry as expected (mainly because of his weak heart, he also felt that he should bear part of the responsibility for the death of his eldest brother), but coughed awkwardly twice, wanting to put the third master on the shelf a little, but he was not very confident, so he had to give up. He said politely to the two young men, "You have worked really hard to protect our own nest. ”

"If the third master has anything to do, you can directly order, don't beat around the bush. How dare we listen to you?"

The old man's face froze, and the smile stopped. Instead, he said to the two people in a slightly pleading tone: "Yuyuan and my second brother have been in the crypt for three days, and I don't know why they haven't come back. If you have time, please go and see what they are doing down there. ”

Not to mention that the other clansmen were also puzzled, the new patriarch and the second master took the six clansmen and carried the bodies of the six elders to the underground lair, and there was no movement until now, and everyone wanted to know what they were doing underneath. It's just that there is no instruction from the patriarch, so I don't dare to go over to check it out without permission.

Now, let's take a look, and they're going to take the opportunity to take a look.

Although Devouring Jiang is not welcome, his identity as the third uncle is still very easy to use in Devouring Yuan. At that time, even if he disturbed the devouring abyss who was doing things below, he could still put the pot on his third uncle's head.

The two of them thought of this almost at the same time, and the two of them looked at each other and nodded after listening to the words of the devouring man. He turned back to Yan Jiang and said, "Okay, the third master ordered, let's go." ”

"It's been a great job, it's been a hard job. He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, he originally thought that he could not instruct these two people.

After the two young men jumped downstairs and left, they closed the window and slowly went downstairs, and saw that there was a large wet piece under the body of the devouring body who was sitting on the ground and playing, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart, so he hurriedly walked over, and sure enough, he smelled a smell of urine.

"You, you, you. This is the seventh time in three days that he has peed his pants, he raised his hand to slap his nephew, hesitated, or didn't fall, one is reluctant to fight, what is the strength of a three-year-old child with an IQ?

He had no choice but to sigh again and again, while helping him take off his pants, wipe his body, and then stuff him into the bed.

He took his dirty pants and threw them aside to dry, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find any clean pants that he could wear for him. In the closet that had not been turned over for a long time, a dark green robe was turned out. He looked familiar, but he didn't remember that he had such a dress, he was stunned for a moment, then threw it aside, continued to flip, and finally turned out a pair of pants suitable for him. When he got to the bedside and was about to put it on, he found his nephew curled up in the quilt, sleeping with snot bubbles on his face.

He put his pants on the bedside and put them on when he woke up. Then he turned around and walked slowly back to the closet, picked up the dark green robe, sat back on the wooden chair by the window, and put it on his body to study it carefully.

Most people always like to reminisce about their lives when they are old, in fact, it is not only people who are old, but also nightfish.

The old man who has lived for hundreds of years is no exception. Coupled with the fact that his current life is very unsatisfactory, he reminisces about the past, and this dark green robe seems to appear at this opportune time, helping him turn the clock of memory back to the era when he was also in high spirits.

In that era, the Nightfish Clan was still a giant in the Night World, and in terms of overall strength, it was the third largest force after the two behemoths of the Inn and the Lich Clan.

At that time, the Great Sacred Tree was still growing luxuriantly, and the tree was bearing fruit that only once in 30 years.

At that time, the high-spirited devouring deer also set a great goal to be comparable to the inn.

At that time, he was not a timid and cowardly old man, but one of the first-class masters of the Night Ray. He was also a strong assistant to the eldest brother, and he also supported himself in the white blade, and he also killed the enemy in the red dust.

At that time, the night rays still had lofty beliefs, and there was still a lot of vitality in this nightray lair, and it was also the most fascinating holy place for the nightrays outside.

At that time, it was really a beautiful era for the Nightfish.

The hands covered with old age spots kept stroking the long clothes, and a pair of old eyes overflowed with muddy tears.

In fact, there should be a sentence added -

At that time, the owner of this dark green robe was still there.

Devouring the Universe.