Chapter 8 The real purpose, the great power of the baby

"What are you going to do, Yuan, run away!" the black-haired boy glanced at Deng Kai's corpse sadly, and then lowered his head and shouted to Ah Yuan, who was still holding his feet with both hands, "If you don't run away, it's too late!"

"It's too late. As the cold words fell, the figure of the Wind King flashed beside the black-haired young man, and a cold and piercing murderous aura pressed straight to people's hearts.

"Ah Yuan, what the hell are you going to do?!" The black-haired young man raised his hand to block the wolf claws that the Wind King waved at random, and then exerted force with both feet, trying to break free from Ah Yuan's restraints with all his might.

"Boy, you haven't awakened your soul, but your physical body is so strong?" Seeing that the black-haired boy just casually raised his hand to block his equally casual blow, a trace of surprise appeared in the wolf eyes of the Wind King, and then he nodded and exclaimed slightly, "Yes, yes, I'm getting more and more interested in your physical body!

Ding--!

Just when the black-haired boy felt that he was about to break free from the shackles of Ah Yuan's hands, Ah Yuan's dark eyes suddenly bloomed with ancient light lines, and at the same time, Ah Yuan's body gradually floated, and everything seemed like chaos was just beginning, mysterious and peaceful.

"Yuan Infant Giant Force! It turned out to be a Rare Soul Yuan Baby!Rare Soul Level Soul!" the Wind King was shocked, he had been following the Nine Pattern Guards all year round, and his understanding of souls was naturally far more than ordinary people. It is rumored that in the division of souls, above the ordinary souls, there are more advanced rare souls. Rare souls are no longer divided into upper, middle and lower subtle grades, because all souls at the level of rare souls, each one is blessed with a unique one, and each has its own great use, and it is difficult to say who is higher than whom in the specific grade.

"Rare Soul Yuan Baby, didn't you say that your soul is the soul of perception?" The black-haired boy's face gradually became difficult to look at, and an uncomfortable taste appeared in his heart, he seemed to have guessed Ah Yuan's purpose, but he was willing to believe that what he guessed was the truth.

"Hehe, the soul of perception, I have never heard of this kind of soul, there is a ** is he fooling you, as for why he can know what other people's souls are, let me popularize a little soul common sense for you, as long as your soul level is higher than others, then you can perceive what other people's souls are. The Wind King smiled coldly, the tips of his teeth cold.

"Big brother, I'm sorry......" Ah Yuan lowered his head first, there seemed to be a trace of guilt in his voice, but his hands were like the most powerful confinement so that the black-haired boy could no longer move the slightest, "Let the Wind King kill you first, just once, it won't hurt very much, after you die, I will always remember that today is your death day." ”

"It's kind of interesting, boy, you seem to have been deceived by him, but I still want to kill you, as a sign of my sympathy, I will let you die without pain, and as long as this little doll who lied to you is not the last orphan to survive, then I must kill him, and I am the most disgusted to kill my companion in order to survive. "The Wind King is not a stupid person, he naturally quickly understood Ah Yuan's purpose, killed the black-haired boy, and then became the last surviving orphan with the strength of the Rare Soul Yuan Infant, which was the only way for Ah Yuan and all their orphans to live.

"A-Yuan, what are you doing this for?" The black-haired young man's black eyes were full of disbelief, and he only felt as if something was blocked in his heart, which was very uncomfortable.

"Big brother, don't be stupid! We can only live alone, do you really think that we can successfully reach the top of the mountain, even if we do so, do you think that if we intercede, they will let us go? Impossible! I don't want to die! Big brother, don't worry, after I become the spiritual servant of His Royal Highness Mo Ying, I will come here every year to worship you!" Ah Yuan cried while tightly binding the black-haired boy's legs. As long as the Wind King kills the black-haired boy, Ah Yuan will immediately escape, and he, with the Rare Soul Yuan Baby, is confident that the Wind King will not be able to kill him in a short period of time.

"Ah Yuan, I can understand that you let me die in order to live, but why did you lie to me? Your soul is obviously a rare soul primordial infant, obviously the most powerful soul among our three thousand people, why do you lie to me that it is the soul of perception?" The black-haired boy's heart was full of bitterness, is this what it feels like to be betrayed by someone he trusts, it is really uncomfortable.

Ah Yuan doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to die either, his mother's whereabouts are still unclear, how can he die like this? The black-haired boy roared secretly in his heart, and two lines of hot tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Okay, don't cry, no one will save you anyway, let's have a good baby in the next life!" The Wind King's clenched fist once again had a condensation of dark cyan wind soul power, which was the prelude to the storm fist that was about to be struck. The Wind King was very sure that even the Storm Fist, which even the mid-grade Constant Soul Bai Yan couldn't stop, was absolutely impossible for the black-haired boy in front of him to stop.

Just as the Wind King's fist was about to land on the head of the black-haired boy who was still sluggish, the tip of an inky feather fan gently pressed against the Wind King's throat. A figure appeared beside the Wind King, and under the black mask with nine white lines, a gentle male voice came out: "Xiao Feng, His Highness Mo Ying just told me that his spiritual attendant has designated an orphan numbered 3000...... That's the dark-haired boy you're about to kill. ”

"I've seen the ink ...... Lord Inks! Yes!" The Wind King's originally murderous wolf pupils instantly became calm and even docile, and he looked at the ink sprinkler wearing a nine-striped mask that suddenly appeared in front of him in a daze, and the shock in his heart overflowed.

Ink Baby...... He actually named this brunette boy with the number of 3000?