The potential strength of this kid in front of him was really extraordinary, and Welto was a little surprised.

"Come on, let Grandpa take your pulse again. ”

As the best alchemist in Guangming City, Welto naturally has a pulse control technique that is not trivial, under his pulse control technique, no matter any Qimen spell or potential magic power, he can't escape the slight touch between his hands.

It's still the same, the two are close together, a kind of perceptual energy merges into Cold Night's body, the powerful magic in his body is constantly intertwined, the pulse beats irregularly, Welto's expression slowly becomes stiff, his brows are furrowed, his eyes are slightly closed, and he is trying hard to perceive the response from the pulse.

But no matter how he sensed it, that feeling was messy, that kind of aura was not possessed by the magic race, and the unknown feeling that came from him was messy.

"How can this be? Impossible! My pulse control technique is the best of the magic clan, it is impossible not to even feel this bit of magic, saying that it is powerful, but it has a chaotic aura, saying that its breath is weak, then how can it not be sensed, obviously the pendant has been sealed by Muyce, but this breath, where does it come from, although the spiritual power in his body has not been completely released for the time being, but judging from the overflowing energy alone, this spiritual power seems to have surpassed Muyce!"

After a while, Welto still gave up, because no matter how hard he tried, it seemed that nothing came of it, and the kind of energy that could make the perception chaotic was really strong.

"That's it, that's it, you're all right. Welto said as he let go of Cold Night's wrist.

After lunch, Leng Ye was able to fall asleep under Welto's arrangement, but he walked out of the wooden house and sat quietly on a wooden bench outside, from his expression and contemplation, he could see a lot of puzzlement, he knew that Leng Ye had a powerful dark magic in his body, and he also knew the origin of the pendant very well, and that's it, he couldn't figure it out at all.

"Is this kid really the successor of Mouyce? Poor boy, do you know the sinister nature of this world, and you are so kind and simple, grandpa...... Grandpa really doesn't want to involve you in this merciless killing, this is also what I have to choose, for the sake of the descendants of the City of Light, in order to protect Muys, I can only do this. Welto said lightly.

His eyes were already moistening.

"After all, I have followed Mouyce for so many years, and I have always regarded him as my brother, and now Muer is making waves, and that kind of revenge is constantly germinating, if no one can stand up, I think it must be ......"

As time goes by, dusk approaches. Welto had been sitting on the wooden bench for a long time.

"Grandpa...... What are you thinking?"

Leng Ye didn't know when he had woken up and stood behind Welto.

"You woke up the child, it's nothing, grandpa just remembered the past. Welto inadvertently wiped away tears from his eyes on a cold night.

"Come, sit down, grandpa will tell you a story. Welto said.

Hearing this, Leng Ye was suddenly surprised, frowned, and was about to ask about the situation, but when he saw Welto's serious face, he held back again. After all, it's better to listen first.

(Because there is something to do when I go out at zero o'clock, I will go home at night and make up for the follow-up)