This white tiger is still too small, and he only knows how to plant the blood contract, but he doesn't think about the consequences it will bring to himself. At the moment when the blood contract was established, the little white tiger could already communicate with Zheng Dao.

The little white tiger claims to be Bai Feiyang, is the son of the White Tiger Protector in the desolate land, so that Zheng Dao will have the opportunity to come to the desolate land in the future, he will let his father treat him well, he will be injured if he sneaks out this time, if it were not for Zheng Dao to save him, he would have died a long time ago, in order to thank Zheng Dao, he will plant a blood contract, and from now on he is willing to live and die together.

Zheng Dao was very fond of this little white tiger, and the two briefly communicated for a while, and then the little white tiger turned around and walked towards the desolate land, Zheng Dao saw him go far away, and also turned around and walked in the direction of the demon world.

But the connection between Zheng Dao and the little white tiger will not be weakened because of the distance, the blood contract is connected to the divine sense, but it is stronger and more domineering than the divine sense. Just like when he killed the silver dragon himself, his uncle who was far away in the demon world could know it clearly, and that was just a trace of divine sense.

When Zheng Dao was on the way, he went to the place where the Ironwood Divine Tree appeared and looked at it, everything else was still the same, except that there was still no shadow of the Ironwood Divine Tree, Zheng Dao couldn't help but shake his head and sighed, it seems that he may not have anything to do with this Ironwood Divine Tree in this life. No longer thinking about it, Zheng Dao continued to rush his own way.

Zheng Dao has been walking along the border line of the world, walking around all the way, although it is not fast but not slow. On the sixth day, the scenery on the other side of the border line gradually changed, the yellow sand in the desolate land gradually decreased, and the gusts of cold demon wind became more and more, it seems that it has reached the connection between the desolate land and the demon world, and further on, it should be the border between the human world and the demon world.

On this day, Zheng Dao finally walked to a place where he couldn't see the yellow sand, but the demon wind was like a burst, Zheng Dao understood that this was after walking through the desolate land and coming to the territory of the demon world.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the demon world, because of the restrictions of the enchantment, the scenery is not very clear, but the mountain wind is strong, and Zheng Dao's robe is blown to hunt.

Just as he was about to go down the mountain and enter the demon world, Zheng Dao inadvertently turned his head and glanced in the direction of the human world, but this glance made him let out a light 'huh' in surprise. It turned out that at the foot of this border mountain, there was a small village that was not too big, and it looked like a hundred and ten families.

Driven by curiosity, Zheng Dao walked towards the small village, and after a while, he walked down the mountain and entered the small village.

There is nothing special about this small village, it is as peaceful and quiet as those in the hinterland. Zheng Dao only figured out at this time that for the current world, there is no difference in the distance from this demon world, even if it is those who go deep into the inland villages, they cannot escape the persecution of these demon clans.

In this remote area, the population is sparse and the supplies are abundant, and it is easier to live, but it may be necessary to be vigilant against the invasion of the demon clan at all times, Zheng Dao walked unhurriedly on the path in the village.

At this time, it was lunchtime, and every household was filled with smoke, although there were not many households, but it did not appear to be decayed and depressed. Just when Zheng Dao felt that there was nothing to see and wanted to leave, the figure of a little boy caught his attention.

The little boy was six or seven years old, his dirty face was no longer visible, his clothes were tattered, and his trousers were so short that they could only cover his thighs, and he wore it like a short, and he was so thin that he was only skinny and bone-covered.

Zheng Dao noticed that this little boy was not because he looked pitiful, but because there was something special about this little boy. Zheng Dao originally just glanced at him, and when he was about to ignore it completely, Zheng Dao suddenly turned his head again.

After carefully looking at the little boy, Zheng Dao couldn't help the excitement in his heart anymore, it turned out that this kid was very talented, and he was definitely a good material for practicing martial arts, and there were some special things about this kid, Zheng Dao didn't notice it for a while.

Zheng Dao did not rush forward to talk to the child, but stood from a distance and watched. It was obvious that the child was a little flower, but he did not take the initiative to ask for food, but stood at the door of a house like an acquaintance and looked in.

The family may have been accustomed to the arrival of this child, and walked out of a very rugged man, holding a steamed bun in his hand, and threw it out of the door like feeding a dog, and waved his hand in disgust, and scolded in his mouth: "Get out, get out, broom star, stay away from my house." ”

The little boy was not angry, neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed to the man, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhao." "It seems that the little boy is familiar with the family.

Zheng Dao immediately understood, there are no other villages within a radius of dozens of miles, this child looks like he is only about six years old, it is impossible for him to wander from elsewhere, then he should have been born in this village, but why would the people in the village treat him like this?

The little boy asked for a steamed bun and stopped going to another house, holding the steamed bun in both hands as if holding a rare treasure, and walked over to Zheng Dao's side. In order to test the boy's heart, Zheng Dao deliberately pretended to be very weak and staggered towards the little boy, and when the two were about to intersect, Zheng Dao suddenly fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the little boy immediately stepped to Zheng Dao's side in two steps, holding steamed buns in one hand and helping Zheng Dao with the other, and wanted to help Zheng Dao up with his thin body, and asked with great concern: "Uncle, what's wrong with you, it doesn't matter, right?"

Zheng Dao pretended to be hoarse and said slowly: "I haven't eaten for three days, and I really can't walk." ”

Zheng Dao is still very similar, he has been rushing in the mountains for the past few days, the sand and dust of the desolate land have made him gray, the clothes on his body have been soaked in mud and sand, and he has lost his former color, plus he is unkempt, the beard on his face is very long, and then he uses internal force to force out some of the moisture on his face and lips, so that he will look very haggard, no different from asking for food.

As soon as the little boy heard Zheng Dao say that he hadn't eaten for three days, he immediately raised the steamed bun in his hand in front of Zheng Dao and said, "Uncle, then you can eat this steamed bun quickly, you will have strength after eating it." ”

Zheng Dao was moved in his heart, but he still pretended to be weak and said, "Child, you gave me the steamed buns, what do you eat yourself?"

The little boy smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll go and ask for some more food, even if I can't get it, it's okay if I don't eat one less meal, you haven't eaten for three days, you can't stand up anymore." ”

Zheng Dao saw the sincerity of what the little boy said, secretly praised in his heart, looked at the little boy, and then looked at the steamed bun in his hand, Zheng Dao was really full of emotion, such a young child, he would rather be hungry than give his only steamed bun to someone who needs it more, it seems that this child is pure and kind-hearted and not pretentious.