After Huang Junyou roared, he forced himself to return to normal thinking, he looked at the door of the Holy Hand of Rejuvenation, and said indifferently: "I don't know what the seniors say about the lack of fate, but the younger generations want to change it with sincerity, I don't know if it's okay!"

After speaking, Huang Junyou took a few deep breaths, bent his knees and was about to kneel.

In his life, except for his father, Emperor Huangxuan, he has never knelt down to anyone.

By kneeling today, he will give up all his pride, all his dignity.

is just this old servant who has been with him for more than ten years.

But he was halfway to his knees, and he couldn't kneel anymore.

In front of him, Uncle Ying bent over and dragged his knees with his hands.

"The life of the old slave is not worth it! The son can't kneel!" Uncle Ying trembled his lips, and he was already in tears.

Emperor Huangxuan has a total of nine sons, and the ninth son, Huang Junyou is the most arrogant, he never thought that Huang Junyou could actually kneel a stranger for him.

Huang Junyou grabbed Uncle Ying's hand and broke it outward, but Uncle Ying's hand seemed to be welded to death, and he didn't move.

"The old slave knows that the son is reluctant to let the old slave, but if the old slave lets the son kneel, he will be ashamed of our hundreds of millions of people!"

Tears welled up in Junyou's eyes, shook his head and said: "Junyou can do without the hundreds of millions of people in the wilderness, but he can't do without Uncle Ying! Uncle Ying, don't stop me, it's okay to say that I'm showing sincerity today, just say that I'm persecuting him, as long as he can make a move, I will admit it!"

"No, childe, you can't think like that! I have lived to this age, and the old slave will not lose. And for so many years, he has long been pessimistic about life and death, if it weren't for the old slave not worrying about the son himself, maybe the old slave would have swallowed this breath a long time ago. ”

"Don't say it!" Huang Junyou roared: "In this world, I only have Uncle Ying! If something happens to you, what should I do?"

At this time, an old voice came from the room.

"The man outside the door just now said that I have already healed many people, but I am just a person who sells fame and reputation, why are you obsessed?"

Huang Junyou suddenly raised his head, stared at the door and said, "If we don't believe it, how can we come all the way here to seek medical treatment? What he said was just what he said, so why should he sprinkle his anger on our heads?"

"Hahahaha" There was a loud laugh in the room, and then the old voice spoke again.

"The feelings of the master and servant are really touching, but I said that if I don't save it, I won't save it, and with this time and I am here to waste, it is better to ponder and think about going elsewhere to earn a little life. ”

"Then I won't be able to kneel until you agree!" said Huang Junyou's eyes were on fire, and he said word by word.

At this time, Uncle Ying maintained his original posture, suddenly raised his head, raised his head to the sky and roared, and then laughed a few times like crazy.

In the laughter, there is joy, sadness, and determination.

"Childe treats me like this, I won't lose anything in this life! If there is an afterlife, I will still be a slave of the barren family, and I will serve in front of Childe!" After speaking, he picked up his cultivation, and suddenly thick black blood flowed out from the seven orifices.

Huang Junyou hugged Uncle Ying, tears gathered, and he was overwhelmed with grief.

This old man, who escaped from the Heavenly Desolate Empire with the Nine Emperor Princes, fled from Zhongzhou Realm to the east of the Eastern Desolate Realm, during which he experienced hundreds of battles, large and small, and survived several life-threatening situations.

I just don't want to, today in order to prevent him from kneeling, I cut myself off here.

"Uncle Ying!" the Wasteland roared, and the heart-rending sound echoed throughout the street for a long time.

"What's the sound?" In the inn, Chen Er woke up slowly, looked at the guy who had just entered the house with a confused expression, and asked.

Last night, it was Dongfang Yiruo and Dongfang Yixi who supported Chen Erhui, who didn't know about the people, so the guy subconsciously thought that the two girls wanted to plot against this boy again, so a strong sense of worship rose in his heart.

The guy thinks that being so coveted by two stunning women and getting it by any means is what a man should have!

When Huang Junyou let out that heart-rending roar, he was also looking out the window in confusion.

Hearing Chen Er's question, the guy hurriedly turned around, changed back to his look of worship, and said: "Returning to the guest officer, someone is roaring in front of the Holy Hand of Rejuvenation Saint, and it is estimated that someone was rejected by the nervous old man, and then despaired!"

Chen Er listened to the guy's words and was a little puzzled.

"Does this happen often?"

"In this world, how many people are not sick? It's just that the condition is different!" The guy sighed, put down the water and retired.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he turned around and said, "Guest officer, if you feel tired and sore one day, and you can't bear it, you can say it, and the little one can help."

Just as Chen Er's face was confused, the guy hurriedly retreated.

It's not that he's bold, it's that the temperament exuded by cultivators like Dongfang Yiruo and Dongfang Yixi is too charming.

Chen Er didn't know what the shopkeeper was talking about, so he just frowned and ignored him.

After a simple wash, as soon as Chen Er left the room, he met Dongfang Yiruo and Dongfang Yixi.

Seeing Chen Er come out, Dongfang Yiruo smiled happily, ran over and grabbed Chen Er's arm and walked out, saying as he walked: "Hurry up, there's a bustle downstairs." ”

When the group walked to the house of the Holy Hand of Rejuvenation, Uncle Ying had already returned to heaven and earth.

Huang Junyou sat on the ground kneeling with a handful of soil, muttering something to himself, his eyes were scattered.

"Isn't this the guy I met in the tavern yesterday?" Dongfang Yiruo whispered, then tried to take a few steps forward and walked to the side of Huang Junyou.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Huang Junyou raised his head, and some brilliance appeared in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed again.

Dongfang Yiruo saw Huang Junyou's face stained with tears, and felt that this person was a little pitiful, so he took out a handkerchief and handed it over.

"Wipe it for you, what is a big man crying about!"

......

In the tavern, a few people sat in the old place again, but this time there was one more Huang Junyou.

Huang Junyou was full of hatred, and he didn't know where to vent his grievances, but when he saw that Dongfang was willing to listen, he spit out all his life experience and experience.

He wanted to talk to someone, but he didn't think about his current situation at all.

Listening to Huang Junyou's story, Dongfang Yiruo looked sympathetic, Dongfang Yiyi's beautiful eyes were shining, he didn't know what he was thinking, only Chen Er's brows were furrowed.

In this man, Chen Er sensed a hint of danger!

This danger does not come from strength or cultivation, but from another.

As for what it is, Chen Er is not very clear.

So he asked for a few more pots of spirits, and Chen Er began to persuade Huang Junyou: "The book says that wine can relieve worries." I'll have a few drinks with you, and after drinking, I can't remember all the bad things in my heart. I just have to remind you that when it comes to drinking, you have to do what you can, otherwise if you drink too much, your head will hurt!"

After drinking glass after glass of liquor, Huang Junyou began to talk about the turmoil of the Heavenly Desolate Empire again.

At the beginning, Chen Er was still trying to persuade Junyou to drink, but in the back, he was powerless.

This man who makes him feel dangerous has a lot of better drinks than him!

As for what he said later, Chen Er couldn't remember it clearly, because halfway through the drink, he lay on the table again.

By the time he woke up, Arajun You'd already left.

Dongfang Yiruo said: "The old man who drank with Chen Er found Huang Junyou, and after they didn't know what they said, Huang Junyou worshiped the old man as a master and traveled with the old man. ”

This sentence made Chen Erchang breathe a sigh of relief, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart. It's just that when Dongfang Yiruo said that Huang Junyou told her when he was leaving, that he would go to her one day, Chen Er picked up the fallen stone again.

High in the air, the old man full of fairy spirit suddenly asked, "Why did you force him to death?"

The corners of Huang Junyou's mouth twitched, and he couldn't see any sadness at all.

"It's all acting, but I'm acting better than him! He can't fool me, but I fool him. ”