"Senior Tang, the room in front of you is Xiao Wotou's home!" Under the guidance of the old shopkeeper all the way, Wang Mu came to the civilian neighborhood of Demon Star Island. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Demon Star Island is the largest and most prosperous island in the Demon Star Sea, its area is comparable to that of a continent, so it is still those mortals who occupy most of the island, and most of them are people who are begging for a living in major shops and inns represented by Xiao Wotou.

Call!

This time, Wang Mu hadn't taken a few steps before he heard the old shopkeeper behind him turn around and leave, which made Wang Mu even more curious about the room in front of him.

At this time, the night was getting darker, and there were few passers-by on the street, and the doors and windows of the house were closed, making the whole road look dark.

"Woo woo......" Wang Mu walked closer, and heard choked cries intermittently from the room.

Then Wang Mu sensed it with his spiritual sense, this room is not big, there are only two rooms in the front and back, and there should be a small courtyard in the middle, and the crying sound came from the back room.

There were only three people in the whole room, and the crying should be a middle-aged woman, Wang Mu guessed that she should be Xiao Wotou's mother, and there was another person in the house whose breath was very weak, and there was a possibility of dying at any time.

The last person's aura was quite strange, and when Wang Mu sensed her, he found that she was actually a monk!

The back window of the house was open, and Wang Mu's figure appeared in the room in a flash.

"Who?" As soon as Wang Mu appeared, the monk in the room noticed it, and then looked over with a shocked face.

The middle-aged woman also noticed it, and hurriedly stood up, and when she saw Wang Mu's dress, she quickly knelt down on the ground and said, "Please, let my son go, he's still young!"

Looking at the tearful appearance of the middle-aged woman, Wang Mu looked at the person behind her in surprise and said, "Fengyu Daoyou, I didn't expect to meet here, it's really rare!"

Looking at the monk behind the middle-aged woman, although she was wearing the clothes of an ordinary peasant woman, she still couldn't hide her shocking face.

She is Feng Yu, the eighth son of the Emperor of the West Sea who has dealt with Wang Mu a few times and almost turned against him!

"Who are you, why are you here!" Unexpectedly, Feng Yu's face was full of weirdness, and she was not the slightest surprised that Wang Mu recognized her, but more puzzled.

"Huh, your forehead ......" At this time, only a candle on the desk in front of the bedside was flickering in the room, but Wang Mu still clearly saw that on Feng Yu's forehead, there was originally a white single horn, but instead it turned into a scar.

The candlelight was weak before, although Wang Mu recognized her, he didn't expect that there was such a wound on her head.

"Senior Tang......" At this time, the little nest head lying on the wooden bed struggled to stand up, trembling and shouting.

Xiao Wotou's complexion was extremely poor, and he was extremely pale under the candlelight, originally an energetic young man like him should be full of vitality, but at this moment, Wang Mu felt a dead breath from his body.

"Don't talk!" Wang Mu flashed to the bed, stretched out his finger and pressed it lightly on the wrist of Xiao Wotou.

The middle-aged woman kneeling on the ground was full of surprise on her face, but she quickly reacted that this immortal master who suddenly visited actually knew her son!

After a long time, Wang Mu let go of his fingers, and then the woman eagerly leaned over her face and asked, "Master Immortal, how is my son?"

Wang Mu shook his head, then glanced at Feng Yu's daughter, and said with a calm face: "If it weren't for her to renew your son's life, he would have died a long time ago!"

The middle-aged woman first saw Wang Mu shaking her head, and almost cried again, but when she heard the second half of Wang Mu's sentence, she suddenly had a look of hope: "Please...... Help my son!"

Strike!

The middle-aged woman knelt down again, but was lifted up by a soft force in mid-air.

"If it weren't for her, Xiao Wotou would have lost his life a long time ago, and I wouldn't be able to save it, but now ......" Wang Mu smiled faintly at this time, and then said: "I need to cast a spell alone, please avoid it for the two of you for the time being!"

......

Xiao Wotou was injured by someone, and that person is still a demon cultivator, the only fortunate thing is that the person did not kill Xiao Wotou directly, but planted a dead air in his body, although Xiao Wotou lost most of his life in less than half a day, but fortunately, there is still a Feng Yu here, after all, she is also a foundation building realm monk, although I don't know why she doesn't remember herself, but Wang Mu knows that it should be her who suppressed the dead qi in Xiao Wotou's body.

Sou!

After Feng Yu and the woman went out, Wang Mu casually arranged a ban in the house, and then took out the immortal pot and refined the qi nourishing soup again.

For Wang Mu today, refining this soup is just a few breaths, and when he gives the whole pot of spiritual soup to Xiao Wotou, and then uses the spiritual energy to expel the dead qi in his body, this can be regarded as curing him.

When everything was in order, Wang Mu glanced at the small nest head on the bed.

He was originally just an eighteen-year-old boy, but now he looks like a thirty-year-old strong man from that face eroded by death, which is all caused by the plundering of the vitality in his body, if it wasn't for Feng Yu to renew his life first, I am afraid that his vitality has been cut off at this moment, as if he is a dead corpse.

When Xiaowotou fell asleep, Wang Mu lifted the ban, and then shouted outside: "Okay, you can come in!"

Squeak.

The middle-aged woman was the first to walk in, she was afraid of disturbing Wang Mu, and of course she was worried about her son.

"Senior, my son ......," the woman asked quietly.

Wang Mu nodded, pointed to the little nest head who was sleeping sweetly on the bed and said, "He's fine, he can get out of bed in a few more days!"

Then Wang Mu suddenly stood up, walked to Feng Yu, the woman who was following behind, and said, "Let their mother and son stay for a while!"

Wang Mu's tone of words was unquestionable, and he thought that Feng Yu was still a little resistant, but he didn't expect her to walk out of the crack in the door very cooperatively.

Looking at her back from behind, Wang Mu groaned, and then walked out and slowly closed the door.

"You really don't remember me?" The two stood in the courtyard at night, and Wang Mu said that he covered his face.

Feng Yu frowned, shook his head and said, "I don't remember, I just remember that the first thing I saw was Aunt Wang, and Wang Xiaowo is my husband!"

"Poof!" Wang Mu almost squirted.

"Your husband?" he asked with a skeptical glance at Feng Yu again.

This Feng Yu was carrying the heavy treasure of the Sea Clan, and he was also a Foundation Building Realm cultivator, how could he be reduced to such a state? This was something he never expected.

"Also, my name is Ah Feng! Don't make a mistake again!" Feng Yu saw Wang Mu staring at him for a long time, his face was slightly angry, and he stomped his feet and walked towards the back room.

Wang Mu didn't stop it, but after thinking about it, he shouted in a very low voice:

"Blood Jade Pot, Seagod Heart!"

Syllable!

To Wang Mu's surprise, Feng Yu, who seemed to have lost his memory, was not touched at all, turned around and walked into the inner room and closed the door tightly.