Chapter 954 Xiao Man's Identity

The ground is filled with gray fog, which looks hazy and mysterious.

A gust of cold wind blew up Ouyang Ming's clothes. He glanced at the child behind him, accelerated his speed, and galloped forward.

But the child didn't say a word, and followed him far away, not daring to get too close, nor falling behind.

"Don't follow me!" Ouyang Ming turned his head and whispered.

The child bit his lower lip lightly, his eyes were extremely stubborn, and he didn't answer. But still lowered his head and followed silently. It's just that no answer is the best answer, and he still has to follow.

Stepping on a dead branch with bare feet made a "creaking" sound.

Ouyang Ming looked into the distance, using his body skills, his speed was raised to the level of the elementary level of the spirit, almost turning into a whirlwind.

The child was out of breath, white mist came out of his hair, he clenched his teeth, and followed closely. Two days later, all the aura in the little boy's dantian was exhausted, and it was all supported by physical strength and tyrannical will.

Ouyang Ming found that whenever the child was cornered, a black line on his body lit up, especially the one-inch-long line between the eyebrows, which stood out more clearly, and even those within one foot around him The air became scorching hot. This unexpected discovery greatly increased Ouyang Ming's interest.

Deliberately slowing down the speed, standing still, waiting for the children to catch up.

The six or seven-year-old child was exuding heat, his eyes were bewildered, and his body was staggering.

He is too young, and he is forcing himself to explode his potential, his mental strength has long been exhausted, and the burden on his body is too great. It is not easy to persist for so long.

Ouyang Ming flipped his palm, and when it fell, a white pill exuding a burst of fragrance appeared in his hand.

With a flick of his fingers, the elixir drew an arc and was swallowed by the child in one gulp.

Half an hour later, most of the listless look on his face had dissipated. This kind of recovery speed made Ou Yangming feel amazing, thinking in his heart, it really deserves to be the Great Ruins, it's really amazing.

However, the expression on his face was extremely flat, he squatted down, and said softly: "What's your name?"

The child looked blankly at Ouyang Ming, as if he wanted to remember him in his heart and engrave him in his soul. After a full ten breaths, he said in a dry and hoarse voice: "My name is Xiaoman, I'm small in size, and I'm pretty wild."

"Xiaoman?" Ouyang Ming read it silently, and praised sincerely: "Good name."

Xiaoman's mouth turned up, revealing a pair of canine teeth, looking a little more playful and cute at this age.

"Why are you here? Where are your family members?" Ouyang Ming asked again.

Xiaoman's expression darkened, and with a hint of hostility towards the world, he whispered: "I have no family, only grandpa. But half a month ago, grandpa was also seriously injured and was dying. I was looking for the soul. The medicine just came out." The voice was not loud, it was more straightforward, only when the word "Grandpa" was mentioned, did it soften, and the scarlet color in the depths of the eyes faded a little.

Ouyang Ming was stunned, let out a foul breath, and explained: "Causality is something that no one can escape."

He had a faint premonition in his heart that Xiaoman's identity might not be simple.

With a thought,

He whispered: "Xiaoman, let go of your mind and let me see what happened, okay?"

Xiaoman didn't answer right away, but stared into his eyes for a while, then nodded and said "yes", and dispersed his mental strength.

This scene made the softest part of Ouyang Ming's heart feel like being pierced by thousands of thin needles at the same time.

At this age when he was supposed to be coquettish and courting in his mother's arms, he hid his true self like a hedgehog, showing ruthlessness and fierceness, and only wanted to protect himself. What has he experienced?

The golden spiritual power is as gentle as the rippling water waves, starting from Xiaoman's memorization, watching it.

The reason why Xiaoman had to relax was because once Xiaoman resisted, Ouyang Ming was too late to withdraw, and when the two mental forces collided, Xiaoman's spirit might be shattered.

Xiaoman is too young, so naturally he doesn't have much experience, but within a quarter of an hour, this memory has been read by Ou Yangming.

What impressed Ou Yangming the most was the grandfather Xiaoman talked about.

He instilled a thought in Xiaoman since he was a child, you are an orphan, you have no family, and only when you are strong can you not be bullied.

Moreover, the skills taught to Xiaoman are all killing techniques, not complicated at all, and have only one purpose, and that is to kill people.

"Let's go, I'll go see your grandpa." Ouyang Ming's voice softened, looking at Xiaoman, he was like looking at himself when he was a teenager. If he hadn't met Old Craftsman, he would have known nothing In which corner did you die?

Xiaoman nodded his chin lightly and led the way.

Grandpa Xiaoman lived on a cliff, very hidden, only tens of miles away from the place where Xiaoman used arrow feathers to attack Ouyang Ming. The matter was clear, Xiaoman went out to look for the elixir, thinking that Ouyang Ming had malicious intentions, so he launched a sneak attack. Afterwards, Ouyang Ming rescued him, making him think that this was a rare good man in the Great Ruins, so he stubbornly followed him.

In the stone cave facing inward from the cliff, an old man's vitality was almost cut off, and his life energy was also exhausted.

The face is full of dense wrinkles, like the oldest bark.

"Are you back?" The old man's voice was rarely softened, with three points of unwillingness and seven points of helplessness.

"Hmm!" Xiaoman nodded heavily with a nasal voice, and rushed to the old man's side, tears welling in his eyes.

"Don't cry, you can't cry, how did I teach you when you were young? It's okay to bleed, but not to cry!" He glared fiercely, his face hardened, and he looked full of momentum.

"Grandpa, stop talking, stop talking. I won't cry, I won't cry." Xiaoman's voice was more nasal, with a hint of crying.

The aura that the old man had finally forcibly condensed was in vain, and he said with a wry smile: "I have played the image of a strict teacher in front of you all my life, but this last time, it was destroyed by these few words of you brat."

Seeing this scene, even Ouyang Ming's eyes were a little bit astringent.

After a while, the old man pulled Xiao Man aside, his turbid eyes gleamed, he looked at Ou Yangming, and said, "He's from outside?"

"Yeah!" Ouyang Ming nodded, he didn't hide anything, and there was no need to hide it.

"Walk with me!" The old man stared into his eyes, as if he wanted to see his inner world clearly, and said softly.

As soon as the words fell, the aura in his body became mellow again, with the potential of a dragon and a tiger opening up the sky.

Ou Yangming knew in his heart that this was the burning of life essence, the return of light.

At this moment, even the Longevity Pill cannot be pulled back.

Following behind the old man, he came to the cliff.

The sky and the earth were dark, and countless hurricanes condensed in vain, stirring all directions.

The old man raised his finger and pointed to the distance, with complex expressions in his eyes, full of nostalgia, but more of a touch of hatred, and said softly: "Little man was born in the family of blood dragons, and when he was born, a vision was triggered, and a blood-colored dragon condensed out of thin air, sweeping away In all directions, the bloodline is so rich that it has reached the point of returning to the ancestors. If there is no accident, there is no barrier to stepping into the realm of venerables. It’s easy to get through.”

"But it's a pity that Xiaoman is not a direct descendant. Just three days after he was born, the blood of returning to his ancestors was completely drawn by the direct descendants, and was refined and swallowed by others. Such a natural supreme, just fell. His My father fought with death, and his bloodline exploded, so I took him out and lived in seclusion here." He retracted his gaze and let out two consecutive breaths of cold air.

"Why did you tell me this?" Ouyang Ming's voice was cold, carefully analyzing the truth of the words.

"Xiaoman believes in you, and you are an outsider, I hope you can take him out, as long as he stays away from the center of this vortex, it is enough. Moreover, with Xiaoman's talent, there is still a chance to step into the Venerable, and it is also for you Great help." The old man's voice already contained pleading.

Ouyang Ming was silent for a while, thought for a long time, then nodded slightly: "I agree!"

It was not an excessive request to take such a child away from the Great Ruins. Of course, the most important reason was that he saw the shadow of the old craftsman in the old man, which made him unable to refuse.

Under the echo of this voice, the old man's face was full of relief.

Swallowing the breath in his throat, his eyes narrowed, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".

Xiaoman was in the stone house, seeing this scene, his figure was nimble, like a cheetah that has been shuttling through the jungle all year round, he came to the old man in a flash.

The tears swirling in the eye sockets could not be held back anymore, they ran across the thin cheeks, dripped down from the chin, and dripped lightly on the old man's clothes.

Ouyang Ming secretly sighed, unable to bear to watch.

Xiaoman didn't make a sound, just shed tears, his great sorrow was silent, and his great enlightenment was speechless.

A day later, Xiaoman blasted a stone pit on the cliff and buried the old man in it.

"Brother Yu, do you mean that good people are not rewarded? Grandpa has never done anything against his will in his life, and he was buried here for such a long time. No one wears hemp and mourning, and no one dies. Why?" This is his When he spoke for the first time, his voice was dry, with a sense of resentment against the whole world. This resentment was so pure that even with Ou Yangming's cultivation level, he was shocked.

He pondered for a moment, but still replied: "Good people are rewarded."

"real?"

"real."

"I don't believe it..." Xiaoman shook his head, sat down on the bluestone, and looked into the distance.

He wanted to take revenge, and he put all the hatred on the Blood Dragon Family. His father died, his mother died, and now even his grandfather died. That young heart was filled with hatred.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming took a deep breath and thought to himself, if Xiaoman can't resolve the resentment in his heart, there will probably be another person who proves his way by killing in this world, and this will be a catastrophe for the entire spiritual world .

After spending the past few days together, he certainly knows that Xiaoman's talent is amazing. He is extremely persistent in doing things, tenacious enough to make people tremble, and has strong execution ability, as well as a kind of ruthlessness that does not compromise the means to achieve the goal. ...

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