The afternoon sun radiates a blazing temperature in the sky, and occasionally a lazy warm breeze blows, and the streets of Yudu are full of people and rivers.

Since visiting her that night, Shangguan Yuchen has not appeared for several days, Mu Yunxi knows that he is busy arranging the formation, but there is still a faint sense of emptiness in his heart, as for why he feels this way, even she herself can't say.

On the corner of the street, a little boy knelt beside an old man lying covered in blood, holding one of the old man's arms tremblingly with his immature little hands.

Mu Yunxi's eyes swept over and saw this scene, frowned slightly, walked over unconsciously, and asked gently, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The little boy slowly raised his head, and when he saw her face clearly, he suddenly called out excitedly: "Big brother." ”

Seeing that the little boy in front of him seemed to know him, Mu Yunxi was a little puzzled, so he looked at the little boy carefully, at this moment the little boy's face was full of dirt, but the blue eyes were extremely clear.

She had only seen such eyes once, so she was very impressed, and said with some surprise at the moment: "It's you?" ”

Seeing the faint blood stains on the little boy's face, Mu Yunxi said slightly angrily: "Those people beat you again?" ”

The little boy shook his head, grabbed her wrist suddenly, and pleaded, "Big brother, please, save grandpa." ”

Mu Yunxi nodded, squatted down beside the old man, and raised her hand to probe his pulse, but although the old man's arm was still a little warm, it had no pulse, and she poked her fingers into the old man's snort, and she couldn't feel any breath at all.

These signs indicate that the old man has died, only a short time after his death.

Withdrawing his hand, Mu Yunxi tried to keep his voice as soft as possible: "This old man has passed away." ”

As soon as these words came out, the little boy's eyes suddenly moistened, and the blue eyes were filled with mist, and tears could not stop falling like beads with broken threads.

Mu Yunxi gently hugged the little boy into his arms and asked softly, "What happened?" ”

The little boy did not answer her words and cried, "I'm sorry, grandpa. I'm sorry, it's all Qi'er who has bothered you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" I cried for a long time, and my voice gradually became hoarse.

Mu Yunxi patted the little boy's shoulder gently, giving him silent comfort.

I don't know how long it took, the little boy raised a pair of misty eyes and asked, "Big brother, please, can you teach me martial arts?" ”

Mu Yunxi was slightly stunned, and asked softly: "Tell the eldest brother, what happened?" Who made you like this? ”

When she first saw him that day, she gave some money and the little boy in front of her left, but she never thought that when she saw this little boy again, she would become such a scene.

The little boy's blue eyes were full of hatred, and there was even a bit of murderous aura hidden in the water vapor.

Mu Yun was taken aback, this little boy looked like he was only seven or eight years old, what made a child who should be in the innocent stage show such a look? What exactly did he go through?

"It's the Desert King! I must kill him and avenge my grandfather! The little boy gritted his teeth.

The Desert King? Mu Yunxi frowned again, but saw that the little boy suddenly knelt in front of her.

"Big brother, please, can you teach me martial arts?"

Mu Yunxi raised her hand to brush away the messy hair on the little boy's forehead, and said softly, "You tell me the truth of the matter first." ”