Unlike Lowe's strong desire to survive, was now thinking about how to convince the kind and eccentric old man in front of him to give up the idea of convincing himself.

Heyman Kaddivan, the only male in the Cardivan family, is also the only one in the Cardivan family who has full evolutionary potential.

"Heyman, you might as well think about my suggestion again."

In the luxurious room, a smile still permeated the handsome face of Heyman, who had flowing silver hair.

This sentence has been repeated by the other party no less than ten times in a short period of time, but the good family tradition and excellent family education still make sit squarely opposite the old man.

The cultivation of an aristocrat is the result of the joint efforts of one generation or even several generations. The Khadiwen family has obviously done a good job in cultivating the aristocratic temperament of the family's children.

Otherwise, according to Heyman's temperament, he should have gotten up and left long ago, even if the position of the old man opposite him was one of the best in the Begu family, who had been friends with the Cardivan family for generations.

"Uncle Paul, I can't represent the Cardivan family, and I can't give you a satisfactory answer to your suggestion."

Opposite Heyman sat an old man in good spirits, wearing a black hat with golden silk tassels hanging softly from the hat, a gray-white beard, a black robe embroidered with gold, dark gray trousers, and a wide golden belt around his waist.

The old man sat there casually, like a giant beast that had retracted its breath.

The Marquis of the Begu family, Paul Begu, who owned three hundred wilderness cities. Yuxi City is just one of the many wilderness cities of the Marquis.

"Heyman, you rarely enter the wilderness, and you can travel to your heart's content."

With a kind smile on the old man's face, he said casually to, who was still sitting upright in front of him.

"Heyman is here only to be asked to clean up a few wild cockroaches, and Uncle Paul can rest assured. Uncle should have a guest to receive, and didn't bother. ”

said respectfully, he didn't know the meaning of the old man's words, he explained tactfully, then stood up and bowed slightly to the old man, then turned and walked to the door.

Before he could get to the door, the closed door was gently pushed open from the outside, and Medusa, dressed in a beige dress, gently pushed the door and walked in.

"Hello, Lord Heyman."

Medusa pushed open the door and saw Heyman standing behind the door, was slightly stunned, opened her mouth to say hello, and playfully stuck out her little tongue.

nodded slightly at Medusa and stepped out.

The old man looked at the back of Heyman's departure, and there was a look of regret in his eyes.

"It's a pity that such a genius can't be used by me!"

The old man sighed alone for a long time before he remembered the Medusa who had been standing at the door.

"Medusa, have you forgotten not to bother me with anything important when I was receiving guests?"

The old man sat back in his previous position and whispered a reproach to Medusa, with a hint of doting in his words.

"I think it's necessary to show you this, do you think it's something important? My esteemed master. ”

Medusa, who was like a docile house cat, sat down opposite the old man and placed what she had gotten from Lo in front of him.

The old man glanced at the rotten flesh in front of him, and his cloudy eyes gradually narrowed.

"Medusa, you killed that spider in my captivity? It seems that you have been given a little too few tasks lately. ”

"As much as I'd love to kill that ugly reptilian too, you know, I've been there for you these days."

Medusa exaggeratedly patted her chest with her small veiled hand, looking frightened.

"You mean that the man of the wilderness wants to trade with me for my own spiders?"

A wry smile appeared on the old man's kind face.

The wilderness is such a wonderful place, anything can happen.

"If you feel like you've suffered a loss, I'm going to kill him to get angry with you, but he's such a rare clean boy."

The old man lay on his back on the comfortable sofa, his eyes squinting slightly, as if thinking about something.

The boy who could make Medusa say the word "clean", the old man suddenly had the idea of meeting him.

Medusa obediently walked up behind the old man and pressed gently on the old man's shoulders.

"Have you thought about it? Let me kill him, what a terrible act he has slaughtered the spiders you have raised for years! ”

The old man thought of his own spider, which was the first door to guard his secrets, and was easily slaughtered like this? Or was it slaughtered by a clean wilderness boy?

The old man glanced at the little lump of rotten flesh again, and his face gradually became kind again.

The rotten flesh was small, far from the point where it would kill the spider mother.

"This is a little guy who always leaves a way out for himself, you can bring him here."

Lowe eventually met with the buyer of his mutated specimen, but the buyer seemed to have forgotten that he hadn't paid yet.

He followed Medusa, who had been holding back a smile, and slowly walked towards the old man who was sitting on the sofa rubbing his forehead. He had the delusion that he was not walking towards an old man, but towards a majestic mountain range with no mountain tops in sight, and towards an endless and calm ocean.

This delayed the thought of turning and running away for a moment.

In front of a mutant wolf who didn't show his fangs, a hasty escape might have exacerbated his own death.

The old man looked little by little at the boy who was shrouded in a tattered blanket, at every inch of his skin, at every bone. The thick blanket didn't seem to stop his eyes from getting brighter and brighter.

"Medusa, you're right, it's a clean little fellow, it looks like I can give you a long enough vacation."

The old man's interest was obviously very high, and he even began to hum a little song, and the depression that was rejected by Heyman was obviously much more relaxed.

In this world, there is more than one genius.

"Medusa, you go and get ready, we might have to go out tonight."

The old man seemed to think of something very interesting, and laughed.

"Yes, my esteemed master!"

Medusa saluted the old man respectfully, then glanced at the boy again before turning and walking out.

Luo still didn't look at the Medusa who walked out with a swaying figure, and his dark eyes were still staring at the old man in front of him.

"You haven't paid for my sample yet."

The boy's calm, magnetic voice surprised the old man again.

A hint of anger appeared on the old man's ruddy face, and his gray-white beard trembled slightly. He suddenly raised his hand, like a rebellious bear child in the old days, and wanted to slap the boy who was obviously not paid.

But the raised palm did not fall.

"Where did you get this genetic sample?"

The old man barely suppressed his anger, lowered his head to look at Luo, and threw the valuable rotten meat into the trash can behind him.

"The abandoned nuclear power plant just outside the city."

Luo didn't hesitate at all, let alone have the idea of lying, so he said it directly.

"Do you know who that abandoned nuclear power plant belongs to?"

The old man asked in a cold voice again.

Lowe's face changed.

His body, hidden under the blanket, began to tremble slightly again, making final preparations for the impending escape.

Even if he wasn't sure, he had to try, he hadn't grown up yet, and he couldn't die here yet.

"Belong to the wilderness. The rules of the wilderness, whoever gets it is whoever's own. ”

Luo's voice still had that inexplicable magnetism, but there was a hint of obvious trembling.

The old man was stunned for a moment.

I said this many years ago.

"You're right! Child. You are from the wilderness, and I used to be from the wilderness, and the rules of the wilderness, whoever gets it is whoever's own. By the way, what's your name? ”

The old man laughed a few times and sat back down on the couch again.

"Lowe."