The others went about their business, and no one paid attention to the man who fell to the ground.

Only Ying Xiang walked over to help the young man, Ying Xiang didn't say half a word of comfort, turned around and began to lift the sundries.

Now this situation is difficult for everyone to protect themselves, it is better to be diligent and fast.

When Ying Xiang helped the boy up, he clearly saw the tears and hatred in the boy's eyes. But what's the use?

Any small officer in the Saxo Hall is a gray-level peak cultivator, and that Jia Lao Er just now also has a mid-gray-level cultivation.

On this deck, Ying Xiang casually glanced at it and saw more than a dozen gray-level powerhouses, and it was really gray-level everywhere.

Ying Xiang and the boy moved things together and walked to the utility warehouse, but there was no one else in the utility warehouse, and the young man suddenly scolded.

What an old bastard, old bastard or something. He also kicked heavily on the things he had just moved, and kicked the boxes that had been built up crookedly.

If it weren't for Eagle Xiang's help, it is estimated that the box would have fallen.

Ying Xiang stretched out his hand to help the box, but he didn't expect the young man to glare at Ying Xiang angrily, and when he saw that Ying Xiang was very young, he was vicious and punched Ying Xiang's face.

Damn, it's too embarrassing for me to be seen clearly by this guy who is younger than myself.

The young man's face was distorted, and he just wanted to beat Ying Xiang out of anger, and he didn't see Ying Xiang's true cultivation at the peak of the seventh order.

Ying Xiang can see the cultivation of others, and that is because his spiritual power is particularly strong.

Under normal circumstances, only when one's cultivation is one level higher than others can we see that others have cultivated.

Such a great realm refers to the yellow level versus the gray level, and the gray level versus the qi training. Although people with low cultivation cannot see the detailed cultivation of people with high cultivation, they can still feel an instinctive oppression.

Ying Xiang was also stunned, and he didn't know why he was beaten by others if he didn't offend others.

Just as the boy's fist was about to touch Ying Xiang's cheek, Ying Xiang grabbed his wrist.

The deer boy couldn't break free from Ying Xiang's hand even if he used his strength to eat, even if he used cultivation, it would be useless.

Only then did he pay attention to Yingxiang, this young man who looked sixteen or seventeen years old and still had a little childishness on his face actually had cultivation that was not weaker than his own.

The deer boy snorted coldly and turned his head to leave, not wanting to talk to Ying Xiang more.

Ying Xiang originally planned to take out the second elder's injury medicine to the young man when no one was around, but at this time, he also let go of this thought.

If your cultivation is not as good as this person today, you may not know what you will be beaten into.

The patriarch and grandfather often taught themselves that they should have good thoughts in their hearts. But for people who have bad intentions towards him, Ying Xiang thinks that he is not a saint, and he really can't give him medicine.

The patriarch's grandfather also said: If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, and if people offend me, they will make him cry and cry for his mother.

Eagle Xiang doesn't want to cause trouble, but he is not afraid of it. The proud battle blood of the Eagle Clan is boiling in his body, if it weren't for the fact that this Deer Clan's cultivation is too low, Eagle Xiang will definitely have a good fight with him.

Today, Yingxiang was tossed a lot, and Jia Lao Er scolded him several times, scolding him for being clumsy.

Not only the eagle soars, but so does the treatment of other people. Jia Lao Er's new officials took office three times, and they intended to rectify them and play their own prestige.

The deer boy was tossed especially hard, because he was the only one who didn't know each other today and kept staring at Jia Laoer's scarred face for a long time.

Although Jia Lao Er gave him a slap at the time, he was still angry when he thought about it afterwards.

Taking advantage of his authority, Jia Lao Er scolded him four or five times, stretched out his feet and kicked his ass and legs, and let him go to Zamabu alone at dinner at night.

Ying Xiang and six others huddled around a greasy wooden table serving hot and soft steamed buns, and on the table were seven or eight plates of fish and meat.

After a tiring day, the others moved their index fingers and devoured them.

Ying Xiang's heart was as careful as a hair, and he could already see that the belly and tail of the fish were not complete, and it was obvious that he was giving them leftovers from others.

It's really humiliating, to the point of eating other people's leftovers.

Ying Xiang saw a plate of pickles in the corner of the table, which did not look like leftovers and seemed to be freshly prepared, so he stretched out his chopsticks and grabbed them.

The other teenagers grabbed meat and vegetables to eat, and naturally no one grabbed that small plate of pickles with Yingxiang.

Some teenagers saw that Yingxiang only ate pickles, and immediately felt that Yingxiang had a problem with his brain, and he didn't eat big fish and meat, but ate pickles. Didn't you eat enough after half a month in the bilge, what a fool.

Ying Xiang ate seventeen or eighteen steamed buns in one go, and he ate up a plate of pickles.

Eagle Xiang's appetite surprised the others, and they couldn't see that such a weak-looking boy actually had the same amount of food as the bear people.

After dinner, everyone gathered, and was taught a lesson by Jia Lao Er. Then after doing the work they arranged, Ying Xiang returned to the bedroom with the other teenagers.

The bedroom is actually a small utility room that is cleaned, and eight people are crammed into a small room with bunks.

Lying on the ground, the quilt covered with the body has the smell of the sun, the weather is very good today and the sun has removed the original musty smell on the quilt.

Ying Xiang closed his eyes and buried his face in the quilt, and in a trance, he had an illusion that he seemed to have returned to the green valley.

The green and soft grass, the bright sunshine, the kind face of the old man and the innocent smiling face of the child. After coming out for so long, this is the first time that Eagle Xiang is homesick.

I don't know how long I slept Eagle Xiang was suddenly woken up by a sobbing sound, Eagle Xiang opened his hazy sleepy eyes and looked at the source of the sound.

I saw the deer boy next to him sitting on the bunk, bending his legs and burying his head deep in his knees.

Ying Xiang rubbed his eyes and sat up, feeling not strange in his heart, too, this deer boy was indeed a little miserable today.

When the deer boy heard a noise around him, he immediately reached out and wiped his tears desperately. He didn't want to be seen crying and cowardly, although he really couldn't help crying.

The deer boy wiped away his tears, but his eyes were still red.

Ying Xiang felt that this young man looked like a child now, the deer boy was not handsome, and his face was a little baby fat and his facial features were ordinary.

Grunt. The deer boy's stomach made a loud noise, and Ying Xiang remembered that he hadn't eaten at night.

The deer boy was embarrassed, and immediately covered his head with a quilt and didn't dare to look at Yingxiang.

But his stomach still screamed again, and he couldn't do it anymore.

Now it seems that this deer boy is not so annoying, and Ying Xiang patted the quilt of the deer boy. The deer boy ignored it, but turned his back to Yingxiang.

Ying Xiang brushed and tore open the quilt of the deer boy, and the deer boy was about to go crazy when he was suddenly stunned, looking at the things in Ying Xiang's hand blankly.

Ying Xiang held two white-faced steamed buns, in fact, Ying Xiang secretly took them for supper, and saw that the deer boy was so miserable, so he gave him the steamed buns.

The deer boy looked at the white-faced steamed bun and couldn't speak, Yingxiang stuffed the steamed bun into his hand and said, "Don't be stupid, eat it quickly." After saying that, Ying Xiang lay down again and continued to sleep.

"Thank you...... I'm sorry. The deer boy was stunned for a long time, almost crying when he looked at the steamed bun in his hand, and said in a low voice.

Ying Xiang heard the low apology of the deer boy and a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, this deer boy is not bad in nature, but he acted like a spoiled child before.

Shen Han nibbled on the white-flour steamed bun, and silent tears flowed down his cheeks, which he would never have looked at before, but now it tastes like a delicacy in the world.

The soft steamed buns and salty tears were devoured by Shen Han, and after eating the steamed buns, he raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, determined to be a strong person in the future.

Thinking of the enemy who had caused him to fall into such a miserable situation, Shen Han clenched his fists and pinched his nails deep into his palms.

Shen Han came from a clan that was even more powerful than the White Werewolf Clan, and his grandfather was the Great Elder of the Clan, a mid-Yellow Rank powerhouse, there were only two Yellow Rank powerhouses in the clan, and the other was a half-step step into the middle of the Yellow Order.

As the only grandson of the Great Elder, Shen Han has always been held in the palm of everyone's hands. Whether it is eating, drinking, playing, or cultivating resources, it is always the best under Grandpa's struggle.

He was also quite competitive, and at the age of eighteen, he became the peak of the seventh order.

Such qualifications are not the top in the clan, but they are the first among the grandchildren of the patriarch and the elders. The grandchildren of the middle and upper echelons of the clan do not lack resources, but they do not work hard enough.

Shen Han himself also likes to fight beasts for gambling money in private, but his grandmother and parents always indulge him, and he has never suffered or been wronged.

Even if there was a conflict with Shen Dan, the grandson of the patriarch, that day, it was he who had the upper hand, but he didn't expect Shen Dan's turtle grandson to play yin.