The rickety old man gently let go of the little beggar's shoulder, and walked to the old beggar's corpse with an old look. I saw www.biquge.info rickety old man wave his hand lightly, and I saw the old beggar's body instantly appear in front of the little beggar.

When the old man in the purple shirt saw this technique, he was immediately surprised, what kind of technique is this? The old man in the purple shirt didn't see any action from the rickety old man, so he instantly moved the old beggar's body to the little beggar's side. And there has not been a trace of spiritual power fluctuation on his body at all, it seems that the cultivation of this rickety old man is also the existence that the old man in purple shirt looks up to. The old man in the purple shirt muttered depressedly in his heart, why did he encounter strange things when he went out today......

The little beggar saw that the old beggar's corpse was in front of him, and immediately clasped his hands tightly, and grabbed the old beggar's body tightly. He finally, finally protected his grandfather, and suddenly, the little beggar, with a tilt of his head, fainted to death in the old beggar's body, but he had an extremely happy smile on his face, although it was a little scary to match with the bloody tears on his cheeks and the bloody face, but it was touching.

The little beggar was a child, no matter how he said it, not only was he so badly injured, but he also dragged a curvy blood-red ribbon out of the street with his body with his short stature, and at this time he was already in the disappearance of faith, and suddenly a wave of exhaustion and physical pain came from his body, which made him faint in an instant.

The rickety old man saw the little beggar fall suddenly, and immediately hurriedly appeared beside the little beggar, checking the little beggar's body up and down, and after the examination, a blue-green pill immediately appeared in his hand, faintly exuding brilliance all over his body, and revealing a strong medicinal fragrance. The rickety old man opened the little beggar's mouth, put the elixir into the little beggar's mouth, and then poured out a strong and extremely rich spiritual power into the little beggar's body with one hand.

The old man in the purple shirt was shocked again when he saw the rickety old man take out such a precious elixir. The purple-shirted old man couldn't help but secretly doubt the identity of the rickety old man in his heart, such a precious elixir was not something that ordinary people could take out at all. He didn't know what kind of elixir it was, he only knew that he had seen an alchemy predecessor of the Nebula Sect offer an elixir like a treasure in the hands of an old man. However, the pill in the hand of the elder of the Nebula Sect did not seem to be as bright as the pill in the hand of the rickety old man.

The old man in the purple shirt looked at the pill that the rickety old man fed into the little beggar's mouth, and suddenly felt sorry for the rickety old man, in fact, he felt that it was a waste to waste such a precious pill on a little beggar.

The old man in the purple shirt looked like he was about to turn red, and he had an impulse to rush over and pull out the elixir that had been swallowed into the little beggar's mouth. But he still forcibly held back, he knew that neither the strength nor the identity of the rickety old man was offended by himself. They rubbed him like ashes every minute.

But the rickety old man didn't know what the purple-shirted old man was thinking now, even if he knew, he didn't care at all, who would dare to rob his things? If it was waste, the rickety old man didn't care, although the pill was precious, but he felt that everything was in its place, if it was used on a servant's body, he would definitely feel wasteful, but when it was used on the little beggar's body, he felt that it was worth it.

While pouring spiritual power into the little beggar's body and helping him refine the medicinal power, the rickety old man silently said to the fainted little beggar in his heart, little beggar, you must hold on, if you die like this, it will be a pity.

The rickety old man didn't want to see the little beggar die, first, he felt sorry for the elixir, because it was a pity that an incomparably precious elixir was wasted on a dead person. The second is that the rickety old man has the intention of loving talents, he doesn't want a person with such potential to die in front of him like this, although the little beggar only has one breath left, but he still has to try it, although a pill is precious, but if it can be exchanged for a talent who may become a big man in the future, then everything is worth it.

After all, it is a very proud thing to be able to help a talent grow, you can boast to others how great you are, and what a valuable talent you have personally taught. Another reason is that people who have reached the realm of rickets old men know how important a person's innate talent is. Human potential is unlimited, but life is limited, and you and time simply can't afford it. A person like the rickety old man is not far from the end of his life, and he has no ability to open another piece of sky. He hopes that he can have someone who can inherit his mantle, so that he can open another piece of sky that he can't open with his own desire.

The rickety old man was eager to see what it was like. Now the rickety old man has seen hope, a person who can go further than himself. Therefore, the rickety old man did not want the little beggar to die.

In the blink of an eye, the time for a cup of tea had passed, and I saw that with the efforts of the rickety old man, the blood on the little beggar's corpse had begun to coagulate, forming blood scars one after another. The old man shook lightly with his spiritual power, and saw the blood scar on the little beggar's body shattered. The rickety old man waved his sleeve lightly again, and saw that the blood scars on the little beggar's face were blown open, revealing the face of the little beggar who had been covered with his own blood.

At this time, the little beggar's face is tender, the small nose looks very cute, the tender little mouth is poked tightly, and the round pink and tender little face makes people feel very cute and cute, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a girl or a boy. Because the little beggar was still very young, and with his tattered clothes and unkempt hair, it was difficult to tell the difference. At this time, the little beggar is simply different from just now, one is a little beggar whose flesh and blood are blurred and looks like a walking corpse, and the other is a cute little beggar who seems to be a little angel from the heavenly realm, the two can be imagined.

Thinking of this, the little beggar was really distressing just now.

The rickety old man saw that the little beggar's face had returned to normal, and his breathing had stabilized, and he was immediately relieved, but seeing that the little beggar had not woken up yet, the rickety old man frowned slightly, and said secretly in his heart, there is no reason, how could it be that he has not woken up yet, could it be that the medicinal effect has not yet completely volatilized? The old man is really smart but was mistaken by cleverness, under the infusion of his terrifying spiritual power, how could it not be completely volatilized, but I am afraid that it will be completely volatilized.

Although the little beggar's physical injuries were healed, his mind was already very tired, and when he encountered this kind of shock at a young age, his heart had reached the limit of what he could bear several times. The power of the soul is to be recovered slowly, and it cannot be done with a single pill.

No matter, take him back first, and then talk about it, and then the corpse of the little beggar and the old beggar disappeared in an instant, he didn't want the little beggar to wake up and not see the old beggar and couldn't accept the appearance just now, this is not what he wanted to see.

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