With the old man's explanation, Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized.

I don't know what the reason is, although the old man is mysterious, but his life is very depressed. It was also a piece of gold that Wang Xiaoming threw away in guilt when he beat the old man, saving his daughter's life.

When Wang Xiaoming had an accident, the old man was selling fruit by the city gate, and saw Wang Xiaoming lying on the ground uncertain about his life and death, so he rescued her during the chaos.

"Then what realm can you me, what realm are you?" Wang Xiaoming said nervously under curiosity.

"Hehe, I'm a five-star mystic at most now. Although the old man's eyes were cloudy, his gaze was like a torch, and when he talked about the five-star mystery, a trace of loneliness flashed on his face.

"Impossible!" Wang Xiaoming interrupted the old man's words and said in shock: "I know that at that time, only people from the Xuanhuang realm could save my situation. ”

Wang Xiaoming didn't say that the three Xuan Kings could also cure themselves, he just wanted to deceive the old man.

Sure enough, as Wang Xiaoming expected, the old man heard his words, and paused for a moment before slowly saying: "Yes, I used to be a Xuanhuang, but it's a pity that I ......" Speaking of this, the old man suddenly stopped talking.

Wang Xiaoming wanted to ask, but seeing the monstrous hatred on the old man's face, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing, feeling Sen Ran's murderous aura, Wang Xiaoming quickly closed his mouth.

"Hey...... Forget it!" The hatred faded in an instant, and the old man sighed lightly and changed the topic: "You're hungry, I'll go get you something to eat." ”

After speaking, he went out of the door.

But Wang Xiaoming saw that after the old man turned around, his fists were clenched tightly and trembled unconsciously.

After a while, the old man walked in, holding simple food in his hand, and said, "I am not as big as you here, so I will eat." ”

For meals, Wang Xiaoming didn't have so many requirements, as long as he could fill his stomach, he was in a coma for several days in a row, and he was indeed hungry. Like a hungry tiger pounced, his crippled left hand quickly dealt with the food on the plate, chewing heavily with a look of satisfaction.

After the old man saw that he did not have the problem of being pampered by ordinary gentlemen, he nodded secretly with some appreciation.

"What's your old name?" Wang Xiaoming concentrated on dealing with the food on the plate, without raising his head, and said inarticulately, it seemed that the old man standing next to him was not a Xuan Emperor at all, but a bad old man next to him.

The storyline of the fantasy novel in his previous life told him that these old monsters generally don't like others to be submissive, and communicating with them without being humble or arrogant is the king.

Sure enough, when the old man saw Wang Xiaoming's informal appearance, the gloomy color on his face was swept away, and he said, "I have forgotten the name I used to ...... You just call me Shun Lao. ”

Wang Xiaoming didn't answer, he concentrated on dealing with the food in front of him, and soon touched his stomach with satisfaction and burped.

Shun Lao left with the plate, but he didn't notice that Wang Xiaoming's originally empty bedding had already bulged.

At this time, at the end of Wang Xiaoming's legs, two small meat buns had grown, and they gradually turned into a pair of baby-like little feet and slowly grew up. It is estimated that in a few minutes, his broken legs will be able to move as before.

"Ah!!" A sharp and terrible scream suddenly sounded, scaring Wang Xiaoming into a clever one.

Immediately after that, there was a "snap", which seemed to have broken something, and Shun Lao's footsteps were very urgent.

"What's going on?" Wang Xiaoming was very curious about these strange sounds, but at this time, his feet had not yet grown, so he could only wait anxiously.

There was gradually no movement outside the door, and after a few minutes, Wang Xiaoming's expectant voice finally sounded in his mind.

The host's legs have regrown, and it is recommended that frequent exercise should not be carried out within a week. ]

"Great!"

Wang Xiaoming shouted excitedly and got out of bed cautiously.

Feeling that the body was not abnormal, he had to admire the magic of the bloodline. The crying outside the door was even worse, and Wang Xiaoming hurriedly rushed out.

After passing through a simple hall, Wang Xiaoming entered another bedroom, but the scene in front of him made Wang Xiaoming feel a little disgusting.

In the room, there was an anxious look on his face, and a little girl who was only about 5 or 6 years old.

But the little girl's face was full of abscesses, her stomach was bulging high, her hands were closed, her legs were festering and purulent, and bursts of black blood were flowing.

Could this be the daughter of Shun Lao?

Wang Xiaoming guessed in his heart. But then he was relieved, who can cultivate to the realm of Xuanhuang is not an old immortal for more than a hundred years, and when Shun Lao's cultivation is at its peak, it doesn't seem to be a problem to have children.

At this time, I saw Shun Lao take out a pitch-black pill from the medicine bottle and stuff it into the girl's mouth, and soon the girl fell into a deep sleep and stopped crying.

"When did your legs ......" Shun Lao looked at Wang Xiaoming's ability to move freely, and he couldn't believe it.

As a former Xuan Emperor, he can be regarded as well-informed, but except for taking some legendary pills, he has never seen a person's severed limbs grow back.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's embarrassed face, Shun Lao did not continue to ask any more, everyone has their own secrets, and he understands this very well.

Wang Xiaoming saw that Shun Lao did not continue to ask, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then glanced at the little girl with some unbearable eyes, and asked again: "Can you tell me what is going on?"

After listening to Wang Xiaoming's questioning, Shun Lao opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Finally, he sighed lightly and said, "What's the use of telling you?"

In order to avoid disturbing his daughter's rest, he took Wang Xiaoming and left the room.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming was also ready to get up and say goodbye, he made such a big noise at the city gate, and it had been three days. And the life and death of the girl of the Liang family is still unknown, if something happens, it will be over.

Thinking of this, he told Shun Lao that he was going to let Shun Lao move into Wang's house with his daughter, but Shun Lao categorically refused.

Wang Xiaoming invited again and again, and looked at Shun Lao's resolute face, so he no longer forced his request and prepared to leave here. At this time, Shun Lao seemed to think of something, seeing that his daughter was already asleep and would not cry for the time being, he hesitated for a moment and decided to give Wang Xiaoming a ride.

In this way, the two went out of the courtyard.

Standing on the street, Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath, he thought he was going to die, and no one could experience the feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

However, at this time, there was not a single pedestrian on the street, and it was unusually quiet in broad daylight, and after walking a few steps, Wang Xiaoming saw several corpses that were horizontal and vertical, and he suddenly felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

The clothes worn by these corpses were the clothes of the family members of Wang Liang's second mansion.

"Hey, you don't know......" At this time, Shun Lao said: "After that, the barbaric young lady of the Liang family doesn't know whether she lives or dies, and you don't know where to go, and the two sides have been fighting countless times." ”

When he was about to arrive at the door of his house, Wang Xiaoming found that there were also white lanterns hanging on the gate of Wang's house.

"Could it be that someone is dead?" Wang Xiaoming guessed, and then he saw that around the gate of the Wang family, Liang Siren, the head of the Liang family, surrounded the gate of the Wang family with more than 200 family members.

"Wang Xingzhan, take your precious son out to die!" Liang Siren roared loudly, his deep voice actually formed bursts of ripples, and the white lantern at the door of Wang's house blew hunting.

At this moment, the door of the Wang family slowly opened, and Wang Xingzhan, whose eyes were red, walked out, followed by Wang Meng, Wang Yuanfang and several uncles, and behind them were a group of white-clothed family members.

The two sides are tense, and a large-scale weapon fight is about to be staged at the door of Wang's house.