At this time, Sparker pushed the door in, and when he saw Mojael wake up, he nodded, and then exaggerated Isabel's meticulous care in the past two days countless times and told him, the more Mojael listened, the more strange he felt, but from the bottom of his heart he was very grateful for Isabel's care. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After he moved his body and completely eliminated the last trace of discomfort, he went to the roof, picked a comfortable position to lie down, and watched the slowly rising sun in the gentle breeze, and let out a long breath, all the fatigue of these days seemed to meet the fog of the sun, and slowly dissipated.

It wasn't until after lunch that I came to the 'Magma Hell', and as soon as I sat on the sofa in the wooden house, a vicissitudes of life voice came from outside the door: "Boy, how did you come to the island?

He followed the sound and saw a one-eyed, messy gray-brown curly old man appear in Mogar's sight, and when he glanced at the old man's only eye, he became extremely dull.

Countless points of light in the pitch-black pupils converged into a rotating starry sky, faintly exuding a suction, Mo Jiaer felt that his consciousness was about to be pulled into the starry sky, although he tried his best to resist, but he became more and more trance-like, and involuntarily wanted to say how he entered the island.

At this time, the ring hanging on Mo Jiaer's chest flickered, and suddenly he felt a cool brain, and his consciousness became clear, Mo Jia immediately jumped up from the sofa, looked at the bad old man vigilantly, and shouted at him gloomily: "Bad old man, what did you do to me just now?"

The man glanced at Mo Jiaer in surprise, and didn't care that he called himself so, he sat on the sofa casually, looked at the nervous little boy and suddenly felt a little funny, and waved his hand at Mo Jiaer, "Boy, don't be so nervous, I didn't do anything, it's just that my eyes are a little strange, and if you take the initiative to look at my eyes, you will be involuntarily controlled by me, that's all, sit down, feel free, don't be so restrained." ”

"What a fool!" Mo Jiaer thought to himself, but said to himself, "Oh, who are you? How did you come to this island? Why didn't Xiao Liu blast you into the magma? What do you have to do with this wooden house, it can't be yours?" asked as he sat furthest away from the bad old man.

"Why do you have so many questions! That's right, I'm just lying to the fool, you just call me a bad old man, it's been a long time since I've heard anyone call me that, this wooden house is not mine, it's my granddaughter's, but now I'm living there. ”

Hearing the word 'fool', the corners of Mo Jiaer's eyes twitched, and he glared at the old man and said, "Bad old man, what is your origin? I don't look like you are a professor or something, how can you appear here?"

"Why are you here?"

"This... It's a long story, you listen to me slowly, it has to start with my discovery of the island, and I ran along the path..."Mogar was suddenly interested, and regardless of the danger of the bad old man, he recounted in detail the passage into the island.

After he finished speaking, the bad old man scolded with a black line on his forehead: "Throwing away, forging, Long Ao, Xiao Liu, what a mess, Yárvis, is that so? Hey, Yárvis!"

A dragon groan sounded outside the wooden house, and the bad old man helplessly grabbed his messy hair, stared at Mo Jiaer and looked at it, and said secretly in his heart: "How many mysterious powers are hidden in this kid's body, and even one of them makes me feel fearful, but... How can it have anything to do with the king-level demonic beast Long Ao, wasn't the Long Ao race extinct 10,000 years ago?... What an incomprehensible child. ”

He cleared his throat: "Ahem, ahem, that, let's do it, for your hearty temperament, I'll call you little brother in the future, how about it?"

Before Mo Jiaer could answer, a rough mockery came from outside the house: "It's really shameless." ”

Suddenly, the old man's face darkened, and he yelled outward, "Jarvis, what are you blind for!

"Cut!"

"What to cut? It took me more than nine months to find it, and I'll give it back if I don't eat it. ”

There was no longer a sound outside the house, and the bad old man's face was better, and when he turned his head, he saw Mo Jiaer, who was pale and looked at him in horror, he was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he was excited just now, and his breath was not well controlled, and a few wisps leaked out.

"What is that?" I seemed to see a sea of blood, and pieces of white bones floating on it, and I seemed to smell the smell of blood to the extreme, as if it had reached the end of the world... It's a terrifying breath..."

"Little brother, hey, boy, hey, child, wake up..."The bad old man slapped Mogar on the back of the head, and the pain instantly woke him up, and he asked again: "What is that, what is that, what is the terrifying aura emanating from you? Why do I feel this aura and I don't even have the will to fight?"

"Murderous. An imperial-like aura flashed from the old man's sloppy body.

Mo Jiaer didn't notice, he said with a look of hope: "Hey, old man, can you teach me?"

The bad old man shook his fingers, "Teach the murderous aura only by yourself, I can't teach it, but I can create an environment for you to form a 'murderous aura'." If... You can't control yourself, then I advise you not to get contaminated with this kind of thing, although the 'murderous aura' is powerful, but you need more strength to control it, otherwise, it will not only harm yourself, but also harm others, especially when you have a certain strength. ”

"No matter what, I just want to learn, the sooner I learn, the better, then... What am I going to get paid?"

"You can't afford it, but... After I'm gone, if you can take care of Jarvis for me, after all, you're the only person he really approves of in the millennia, besides me! ”

"Going, where are we going? We've only known each other for less than three minutes, right? Jarvis is the dragon that can talk outside, right? That's a powerful eighth-level demonic beast, and I only have two-level strength, who is taking care of whom?"

The bad old man smiled slightly and patted his little shoulder, "I believe that you will definitely become a strong man, enough to take care of Jarvis, if you can, please help take care of my little granddaughter too." ”

"Why do you think your tone is weird, as if you're explaining what's going on?"

"Do you agree? If you don't agree, you won't have to talk about 'murderous spirit'. ”

"Okay, if I'm strong enough, I'll take care of Xiao Liu, but... Why do you want me to take care of your little granddaughter? I don't know. ”

The bad old man laughed, and a momentum spontaneously appeared, "I can let you turn killing into an art, come on, come on, feel the real 'murderous aura' first." ”

A blood-red aura swept towards Mojiaer, so thick that it seemed to turn into blood enveloped him, and the moment it touched his skin, the breath expanded outward, and then contracted instantly, directly into his body.

Mogar stood straight with his eyes closed, his brow twitching from time to time, and he felt like an instant, and like an eternity.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a huge blood-colored cage, the cage was full of strange stones, and he turned into a little boy with curly hair of four or five years old, curled up under a strange rock, the strange thing was that Mojiaer could not move, he could only feel the little boy's every move, as if he was imprisoned in the little boy's body.