At the entrance of the castle, an untimely breeze blew, and a young man in his early twenties from the East revealed his figure, his face as pale as ice.

The old man was obviously a figure who had seen the world, stepped out, protected the little boy behind him, bowed slightly and asked, "Is the person who came?" ”

Xiao Ming frowned, "Talking about people." ”

Most of the nobles in the field were also big people who had seen the world, and they were furious when they heard this, but the old man didn't seem to be angry at all, smiled lightly, changed into a standard Mandarin and asked again, "Is the visitor here?" ”

Xiao Ming nodded slightly and walked straight to the castle.

The nobles were furious again, and they wanted to teach this uninvited Oriental villain what etiquette was, but the old man waved his hand to stop the nobles.

The old man took the little boy's hand, followed Xiao Ming as if he was at home, and walked leisurely towards the castle, and the nobles hated to follow.

For a long time, hanging from the ceiling of the castle, a bat that no one seemed to notice flapped its wings at an astonishing speed, like an arrow flying towards a place in the distance.

In the castle, I don't know if it was the order of the old man, or if it was arranged like this, in the spacious and spacious hall, there was a crystal table up to 100 meters long, the table was full of dazzling delicacies, and in the crystal clear crystal glass, it was obviously the red wine that had just been poured out, still shaking slightly in the cup, bright red as blood.

Xiao Ming took the lead in walking towards the first seat, sat down with a big grin, didn't look at everyone's faces, picked up the crystal cup, and drank the red wine in the cup.

At the suggestion of the old man, everyone sat down, the old man took the little boy's little hand, sat in the position that was most inconsistent with his identity with a smile, glanced at Xiao Ming, who was sitting a hundred meters away from the opposite side, raised his glass, and drank it all, put down the wine glass, and still smiled at the corner of his mouth.

It seems to be the same gesture of the old man, and it seems to be a tacit understanding that should be due for hundreds of thousands of years, and the hundreds of nobles automatically ignored Xiao Ming in the first seat, and formed groups of twos and twos, pushing cups and changing lamps, staggering and laughing, as if the guests were at home.

Equally out of place, the little boy's crisp voice sounded, "Grandpa, why is this uncle sitting in his father's place?" ”

The crisp children's voice passed through the mature laughter, but the laughter came to an abrupt end.

The old man frowned, glanced at Xiao Ming, who was burying his head on the dining table, as if it was really Xiao Ming, who had simply come to have a meal, was not in a hurry, and explained with a light smile, "This uncle is your father's friend, and of course we must be enthusiastic about our friends." ”

The little boy of four or five years old did not understand that enthusiasm could be divided into several types, oh, nodded, but frowned again, "But I don't think everyone seems to welcome this uncle." ”

Xiao Ming raised his head and glanced at the little boy, and buried his head to deal with the delicacies on the plate, moving slowly and methodically, but he didn't look like a hungry person, as if he was extremely patient.

The little boy was obviously a little aggrieved, his mouth pursed, and there was mist in his eyes, "This uncle seems to dislike me very much, and everyone seems to dislike this uncle very much." ”

The old man reluctantly picked up the little boy, "Many things can't just look at appearances, we have to look at the essence of things with our hearts, have you forgotten what I taught you?" ”

The little boy sighed again and nodded, but in the blink of an eye, there was an abrupt cry, and the old man shook his head with a wry smile, as if he was even more helpless.

A nobleman got up, took the little boy from the old man's hand, smiled apologetically, and walked out of the castle, all chuckling.

Untimely again, Xiao Ming wiped the corners of his mouth, put down the knife and fork in his hand, got up and clapped his hands, seemed to be very satisfied with this banquet, but the cold words in his mouth were diametrically opposed, "That child, you can't go." ”

Everyone was furious and rose up one after another, the old man clasped his hands, and the smile on his face gradually became cold.

Xiao Ming also seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, so he smiled at everyone with a little apology, and said coldly again, "I mean, everyone here, including the newcomers, can't leave." ”

The old man laughed angrily and waved his hand lightly behind him, so with the sound of "da-da-da", the few people who walked towards everyone were not so abrupt, but when they saw the figures of these people, all the nobles still let out an exclamation in unison.

A depraved priest dressed in a black robe, with his head covered in it, holding an ancient book with the words Bible written on it, and a black robe, but with his head exposed...... Skeleton, a human body, but with a wolf's head and claws...... Person.

Xiao Ming got up slowly, moving his wrist, and the expression on his face seemed to be quite satisfied with the result of his patience.

The old man gave an order, the nobles scattered and retreated, and several strange people who came from thousands of miles rushed towards Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming smiled coldly, his true qi came out of his body, and with a wave of his big hand, a huge whirlwind visible to the naked eye blew.

……

The old man thought that he was the longest-lived person in the world, but he had never seen such a scene, without the disgusting white light, without the dizzying, maddening long story, just ...... With a slight wave of his hand, this hellish scene was created, no wailing, no pain, no resistance, only a cyan whirlwind that had never been seen before, and the clansmen who were known for their speed glared at their eyes as their bodies separated, shattered, and turned into ashes in the whirlwind. Eventually, the lonely head was either swept into the wind and reduced to pieces, or it fell heavily to the ground, rolled a few times, and died without blinking its eyes.

The wind stopped, and Xiao Ming walked leisurely towards the last two people in the field, stepping on the blood all over the ground.

As expected, the little boy stared at his big eyes as magnificent as red jewels, as if he were collapsing.

Surprisingly, the old man did not seem to be afraid of what was going to happen next, and his pale face was full of calm.

The old man sighed leisurely, as if he felt that he had lived too long, the little boy came back to his senses and held the familiar big hand tightly, raised his head to look at the old man who could always make his heart feel at ease, "Are we going to die?" ”

The old man seemed a little unbearable, and showed a warm smile to the little boy, and said softly, "Good, turn your face away." ”

The little boy nodded obediently, turned his face away, the familiar big hand covered his eyes, and suddenly, there was a pain in his chest, blood overflowed, and the little boy hung his head.

The old man gently placed the little boy on the ground, took off his blood-colored cloak, and gently wrapped the little boy who refused to show his jewel-like beauty.

Just right, a whining whirlwind came to his face, and the old man smiled softly at the little boy lying on the cold ground, his cloudy eyes full of pampering.

The old man got up and walked towards the whirlwind, without saying a word, with a calm face.

The whirlwind blew, and the old man's head flew high.

Xiao Ming looked down at the little boy who had been silent with his eyes closed, sighed softly, and his figure swayed and faded.

Suddenly, a group of guards shouted and ran, and just in time, the little boy opened his eyes and let out a muffled snort of pain.