What Cai Jiufeng didn't know was that at this moment, in another place on the island, the eleventh master was saying to Feng Baozhu, "You behaved well in front of the old man today, and he looked at you differently."

Feng Baozhu, as always, was expressionless and did not say a word.

The Eleventh Master sighed: "I guess you can also see that the old man's life is not long."

Feng Baozhu still didn't speak.

The eleventh master said again: "Feng Bao, what do you say your father and mother think, give you a name Bao, you are tall and big, are they still afraid that you won't be able to keep it?"

Feng Bao's eyelids that had been drooping finally lifted, but still didn't say anything.

The Eleventh Master smiled, "In your eyes, who is the old man?"

This time, Feng Baozhu finally spoke: "Great hero."

The eleventh master laughed, and when he had laughed enough, he said, "Yes, I forgot, you are still young, and I thought so when I was your age. The old man is indeed a character, when the Japanese people see him, they are all like three grandsons, and they can't even straighten their waists, and those red-haired people, bullshit aristocrats, don't want to take the initiative to send boxes of gold coins over, just to let the old man raise his noble hand and let them pass, as for that thing Huaiwang, he is embarrassed to say that he is the king, they are just cats and dogs raised by the old man, outsiders see that the cats and dogs are all princes, then they must praise the master for having ability, he thinks like this, yes, he is really majestic."

"But he's still a hero, a hero." Feng Baozhu said stubbornly.

"Hmph, okay, you're right, he's a big hero, so now, I'm going to send you to do something for your big hero, are you willing?" The Eleventh Master asked.

"I do." Feng Bao said word by word.

Obviously, the eleventh master had long expected his attitude, this kid was young and vigorous, brave and ruthless, and his eyes were full of righteousness.

"I think you can also see it, the old man only believes me now, no one believes in me except me, my godbrothers and brothers, all of them are not well-intentioned, they all want to take a bite while the old man is sick, today's killers, haha, it's up to them, if no one lets them in, can they go to the old man?"

Before the eleventh master finished speaking, Feng Bao held the urn and said angrily, "They didn't come to the general."

The eleventh master smiled and changed his words: "Yes, yes, they were all killed by you, and they had no chance to stand in front of the general, so, keep it, you are the best, most loyal and righteous, among the younger generation, I am most optimistic about you, I am really not mistaken, keep it, even the old man praises you, you are really a talent once in a century!"

The Eleventh Master's words obviously entered Feng Bao's heart, and his woodcut-like deep and dull face actually showed a trace of excitement.

The eleventh master sighed silently in his heart, he looks good and his martial arts are not bad, but unfortunately, he lacks a root in his brain.

Not only him, but many young men in their twenties who are messing around the rivers and lakes are like this, thinking that they can save the world with their lonely bravery, joke!

"I said, the old man doesn't believe anyone but me now, but from today onwards, there is one more person he trusts, and that is you!"

Feng Baozhu didn't speak, but he straightened his chest, which made him look a little more naïve.

The eleventh master continued: "The few people who assassinated today are only the first batch, and there will be a second and third batch soon, keep it, in order to let the old man know that I have no malicious intentions, I only brought you one with me to the island this time, and even the black skin left after sending the blood gourd to the island, keep it, we are alone now!"

Feng Bao's face was arrogant, and his eyes were empty: "With me, it's enough!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are so right, how can I be so virtuous, how can I protect each other? However, keep it, there can be no one in this world, but there can be no old man, he is sick now, and he is being looked down upon, alas, tomorrow, my brothers and sisters will go to the island......

The eleventh master didn't say the rest of the words, but Feng Baozhu understood.

Today those murderers can directly break in, and tomorrow the great-general's godsons will all go to the island, if they

Cooperate with each other to force the generals to give way, and then it will be troublesome.

Feng Bao's voice was cold: "With me, it's enough!"

Still with this sentence, the eleventh master smiled: "Okay, keep it, you have to remember that as long as someone wants to step into the old man's house tomorrow, except for me, the rest of the people will be killed, understand?"

"Where's the old man?" Feng Baozhu asked.

The eleventh master was stunned, but soon understood that the "old man" in Feng Bao's mouth was Ah Bao.

Ah Bao is the old man's long-term follower, he has been following the old man for fifty years, and he is the person the old man trusts the most.

"He, he could." The eleventh master said.

This Po, let him die with the old man.

A knife was sent to Feng Bao, and this knife was far sharper than the one he used to kill people today.

Feng Bao picked up the knife, brushed and brushed a few moves, and the big knife was danced by him.

The Eleventh Master smiled, from the first time he saw Feng Baozhu, he had already figured out how to use this person.

That's how it works, use him to drag the damn guys.

On the island at night, there are occasional seagulls chirping.

Feng Bao slept soundly, he had to recharge his energy, and tomorrow he had a difficult task.

In the dream, he has a beautiful wife, a lovely son, and a kind mother.....

That's what he waited for two lifetimes, these three, no one is missing, he wants to go back alive to accompany them.

Before dawn, Feng Bao woke up, he looked at the dark sea and was distracted, his son was lost, lost......

He remembered that his wife once said that in her previous life, she was a seeker, the so-called seeker, is to find people and things, and his wife said that her least favorite order is to find people, especially to find children, children are the most difficult to find, because they will grow up, one-year-old children are not the same as newborns, two-year-olds are not the same as one-year-olds, not to mention those children who have been looking for many years.

And his son is not yet two years old, every time he comes home, the first reaction he sees his son is "this kid has grown up again", the son has grown up too fast, especially for his father, who is often away from home, it is almost the same every time, and he has grown up in a blink of an eye.

He didn't know what his son would be like the next time he saw him.

He didn't know what the next time he saw his son, what year and month it would be.

Tears blurred his eyes, and he said silently in his heart, "Brother Zao, don't grow up so fast, wait for your father and mother, wait for us to find you."