"Son, Dad is gone, you must take care of yourself, and let Xiao Huang come back to fetch what you lack." ”

The fat man grabbed his child and told him over and over again.

He has been walking for half an hour, and he has turned back a hundred times.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll take care of myself. ”

The beautiful boy responded to his father's words over and over again, without a little impatience.

Liu Wanshan's eyes were red, and he almost cried, son, leave you in this Longtan tiger's den, can my father rest assured?

"Xiao Huang, take care of your young master, pay more attention to everything, this is not home after all. ”

"Ahh Yes...... Ahhhh......h

The horse-faced man nodded again and again, rest assured, the little one will definitely be optimistic about the master, and he will guard against the ram.

Liu Wanshan carefully distinguished the eyes of his loyal servants, and felt a little relieved, Xiao Huang was still relieved.

"Son, Daddy...... Gone!"

"Hmm. ”

"Alas...... Alas...... Alas!"

Sighing three times in a row, Liu Wanshan dragged his heavy steps away.

The fat man felt that his heart was broken, and he had worked so hard to raise his son!

When he came, the father and son were together, and when he returned, he was alone, and the rich man drove the carriage alone, shedding a handful of bitter tears.

Thinking of the lady at home, the big fat man finally cried.

Madame, I sold our children!

......

Ram Ancestral Temple.

The three Ram Clan Ancestors looked at the decapitated corpse on the ground, silent silence, sighing and sighing.

Ram Hui lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake.

The ram was glaring at his son, and said angrily: "It's not like words, it's too unusual, it's reasonable not to hit the doorman, it's better for him to kill the guest, this is really lawless." ”

"Alas, what's the use of you talking about this now, this old thing is also skinless and faceless, you are an ancestor who will enter the ninth grade to challenge a spirit disciple, and you are not ashamed of the wilderness, now it's okay, you have been beheaded, and you have lost the dead. ”

"The Mo family must know now, if a quasi-nine-rank dies, the seventh-grade family will also be in pain, I'm afraid they won't give up, I hope that Mo Fei's luck is strong enough, and the soul can return to the Mo family temple safely, so there is still room for relaxation. ”

"Luck is strong enough? Just him? I think he is the top of the bad luck cover, our Ram Clan is thousands of miles away from the Ink Sword City, how different is it from the Violent Corpse Wilderness? Not to mention that his sword spirit has been beheaded, the natal spirit sword has been broken, there is nothing, what shelter does he rely on, a bare spirit, that is simply a snack for evil spirits. ”

The highest-ranking ram Qingtian Ancestor sneered for a while, and the other three people who listened to it frowned, their words were a little mean, but the reason was not bad.

"Then what now? The Mo Family Ancestor may already be on his way to Ram City?"

"On the road, it's on the road, the strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake, and our ram clan is not easy to mess with. ”

"Sunny Day Ancestor, now is not the time to talk angry......"

"Am I talking about it...... By the way, you are the patriarch, and this murderer is also your son, so what should you do?"

Ram Hui lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, if he knew, would he still come here to scold!

"Ancestor, don't be angry, the patriarch doesn't mean anything else, don't you think this will work, doesn't the Mo family want a god position? Give them, the spirit sword, spirit materials, and spirit medicine sent will be returned as they are, and they should be apologized, they are dead, and we will give him a god position for nothing." ”

"I think it's okay, this old guy hasn't experienced calamity after all, at most, he can only be counted as a quasi-nine-grade, give them a nine-grade god position, and after five hundred years, it will be an eight-grade land, no matter how they count it, they have earned it. The ram nodded.

Seeing that everyone had no opinions, Ram Bo said heavily: "Patriarch, if something like this happens, the beam between us and Mojian City is settled, and there must be no more mistakes on the side of Mingyue City." ”

Ram Hui hurriedly nodded and promised, "Ancestors, rest assured. ”

He hesitated for a moment, and then said tentatively: "Ancestor, if the Mo family wants to ask the murderer, how should they respond?"

The ram blew up on the spot, his eyes widened, and he reprimanded: "I see that your patriarch is regarded as an elm head, Mo Fei is about to fight in public, his skills are not as good as others, and he died on the spot, as evidenced by the son of Zhan Tai in Mingyue City, if you don't believe it, let them use their own Huiguang to investigate, such a shameless thing, they want to poke it out, and it will only be his Mo family who will lose face." ”

The ram saw that his son was scolded for becoming a prince, and hurriedly spoke: "What the ancestor said is very true, the affairs of the Mo family are handled like this, as for Chen'er, it is not small, and it can't be always based on temperament, this time, if you cause such a trouble, you must not go unpunished." ”

"Huh!" the ram turned and walked away.

"Alas, Chen'er, it's your own grandson, it's your own son...... Alas!"

Ram Bo shook his head and left.

Leaving behind a father and son.

......

Kenchen-in.

The young master of the Ram Clan, who killed people with a sword, stretched out his two hands.

The two hands were pulled by two men sitting on the futon.

Two bright needles rose and fell in his hand.

A fat girl, one of her fingers is as thick as someone else's, carrot-like, tiny embroidery needles are caught in her hands, almost submerged, where are the needles?

The fat girl was sweating profusely and carrying the bamboo thorn in her left hand for her young master, and her clumsy appearance was unbearable to look at.

Ram Chen had already closed his eyes, not provoking it, and not daring to look at it.

It's not that he's afraid to see Fat Qiu Ju pick thorns, he's afraid to look at the one on the right.

The cold boy also grabbed a needle, yes, he was holding it, this one still couldn't catch a needle after learning for a long time, and all five fingers were in battle, full of grasping, like grabbing a sword.

He is also very attentive to picking thorns, but the needle is too small and difficult to grasp steadily, so the accuracy can be imagined, but his strength is very strong, all five fingers are forced, and each needle is pierced very deeply, and the needle is bloody.

Those who know know that he is picking thorns, and those who don't know think he is punishing.

Ram Chen's heart is extremely cold, what kind of person is Yao Lao looking for!

Even if you don't want to do it yourself, you should let Pharmacist Sun take action, and finding such two new hands, isn't this a bad hand.

How many times did he want to give up, this pick is more painful than not picking, he wants to shout not to pick, and he wants to shout for substitution!

But they really put their heart into it.

......

Meihui Temple.

The crying has not stopped since the afternoon.

The cold wind is sad, the cicadas are poignant, and the husband and wife hold hands and look at each other with tears in their eyes.

......

Daqing Mountain, the shade of the mountain.

The night covered the earth like a curtain, black fog and gloomy wisps.

The glittering waterfall connects the heavens and the earth, and is extremely beautiful, with the murmuring of the stream and the sound of the water whispering pleasantly.

The night wind blew suddenly, one sleeve rose and fell with the wind, and a one-armed old man in a black robe stood by the stream, blending into the night.

The old man was rotten and cold, without any vitality, the old man's eyes were cloudy, and he whispered softly: "Bear with it again...... Bear with me ......"

Buzz!

The sound of Zen sounded.

The black shadow flickered, and a man in black appeared.

"Meet the Nightman!"

The man knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Didn't you keep an eye on it? Why did you come back at this time? The old man's voice was extremely low.

The man's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Night Weng, the little one has got big news!"

"Oh?"

The old man's hand moved, turned around, his pupils shrank, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed again: "Lang'er, when did you get the creation, and your arms have grown?"

Yelang hurriedly kowtowed: "Ah Weng, it's all thanks to your old blessings, and the small ones can get this creation - the little ones ate a dead soul by mistake today, but they didn't expect it to be a nine-grade divine soul." ”

Ye Weng's eyes were cold, and he ate by mistake?

"My son is lucky, let's say, what's the big news?"

Ye Lang hurriedly said: "Ah Weng, the little devouring dead soul is the elder of the Mo family in Mo Sword City, he ...... He...... He was killed by the Dragon Sword. ”

"You...... Say...... Miscellaneous...... What?"

The yin air around the night weng roared, and black smoke billowed out, like a demon king waking up.

Ye Lang was prostrate on the ground, trembling, "Ancestor, the soul of the Mo family was killed by the Dragon Sword. ”

The old man's dry claws stretched out to Yelang slowly retracted, and gently stroked the empty sleeves, and the old man's breath stabilized.

"Dragon Sword...... Dragon Sword Master ...... Ram's ...... Mohism...... Quack quack ......"

The old man suddenly burst out laughing like a night owl, and he decided not to wait.