The old man shook his head suddenly. He shuddered and sighed sadly. My grandson was taken by a big man, saying that he was the messenger of Hao Tianmen and wanted to accept my grandson as an apprentice...... Old man, I'm glad my grandson was picked up. A few days later, several people came to pick me up and said that I would go to Hao Tianmen to enjoy happiness, but it turned out that my life was not good...... And then the monsters died, and so did they. I don't know the way. I walked like this for half a month. ”

Mo Ninghong listened and suddenly realized that the old man's grandson was given by his superiors, and after the teacher sent him back to pick him up, the result of this incident happened, which was really a tragedy in the world.

"Oh... I am hungry...... The old man clenched his stomach and groaned in pain, looking at him pitifully, and at last he relented.

So he lifted the gray-haired old man up and walked slowly, but he hurt himself and had little strength, so it was difficult to lift him up.

"Oh... My arm hurts..."

"Oh... My back hurts, you go to the apex. ”

“… My leg is numb......"

He was sweating, but his face was normal, his steps were slow and steady, and he tried not to tremble. The reason is that he doesn't want the old man to fall and get hurt.

The sun was setting, it was getting late, and a cool breeze was blowing.

In the darkness behind him, there were always a few people who were silently watching him, not letting him find out that these people were all loyal immortals of the Jiuyuan Mansion.

"Alas, poor little lord, still kind-hearted......" God forbid. A heavenly master sighed.

"He has a good character, if it wasn't for him seven years ago, how could he be the person he is now!"

……

It was finally dark, and he carried his old man on his back, panting. Eventually, he came to a tavern. He put down the old man and shouted, "Shopkeeper, bring all the good food!"

"Okay - guest officer, please wait."

Soon, the table was filled with food and wine, and the old man couldn't wait to gobble it up, eating plate after plate.

He began to slowly pick up the food and eat it, and after a while, the old man cleaned up the table.

Mo Ninghong drank slowly, almost full. The old man sat opposite, with one foot in the corner of the table, picking his teeth with a bone.

At this time, two people walked into the store, a man and a woman, each wearing a hat, a black shirt, a white shirt, a man and a woman, holding a blade in their hands.

As soon as they sat down, they all pinched their noses. With a look of disgust, the woman glanced at the old man not far away, who was grabbing his feet.

The old man was so deaf that he didn't seem to hear, but he was still moving on his own.

"Bang!" The man in black slammed into the table so hard that the teacups shook and clanged on the table.

The old man trembled with fear and fell to the ground.

The man in the black shirt stood up, stood tall, walked quickly to the trembling old man, and said in a frozen voice: "I'll give you three seconds, or you get out!" Or die!

"Oh... Yes... The old man got up trembling and hid behind him, trembling with fear.

He stood up and calmly looked at the man in the black shirt. "Give me face," he said. "This is my elder."

The man in the black shirt gave him a cold look. His black shirt was cut by the rocks, and his face was bruised.

He smiled coldly, and sneered gloomily: "Hehe...... "One big and one small two beggars give you face?" What are you?

Then he put his hand on the hilt of his sword and prepared to draw it.

The shopkeeper and bartender were so frightened that they hid in the dark and did not dare to come out. Mo Ninghong was expressionless and looked coldly at the person in front of him. Although he had no realm, he could also judge that both of them were strong in the practice of Qi State, and he, a disabled person, was injured.

But Mo Ninghong didn't have a trace of fear, cold gaze, cold gaze, the heart of the man in black was enraged, and he suddenly pulled out the sword, at this time, Mo Ninghong shot out like a bowstring, and immediately hit the man in black, so that he didn't even pull out the sword.

The man in black was startled and wanted to fight hard, but was knocked to the ground by Mo Linghong. He immediately reached out and grabbed the face of the man in the black shirt like a claw, and put his eyes into the man's eyes. Stable and accurate!

"In!" Ahh

And the man in black, with a hideous face, gritted his teeth, pulled out his sword and feet like flying, and roared firmly in his mouth: "I will let you die!"

Mo Ninghong's eyes burst red, and he instantly stood up with all his strength and flew towards the man in black and rushed over!

"In!" The black-shirted man's sword pierced his chest accurately, instead of triggering a change in the expression on his face, instead of the body, the body entered, making the knife cushion his chest, and deeper he desperately grabbed the black-shirted man's body, like a wolf, with a little mouth on the throat of the black-shirted man!

"Click!" Blood splattered, the man in black didn't expect that this young man couldn't hide, his throat bone was directly bitten off, and he was instantly killed, his neck was crooked, and his body fell to the ground.

On the other hand, Moninghong stood there with a sword in her chest, a smile on her lips, and two rows of teeth covered in flesh. A pair of bright red eyes stared at the woman in the white robe, making her feel cold and frightened.