Blood Prison Demon Emperor

Ye Dong just lay on the ground quietly, as if dead, motionless, not even the slightest breath of life came out, what was even more frightening was that his body and appearance were changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is a degradation of appearance and body.

The originally plump face turned into a sickly burnt yellow color, the flowing black hair was like withered grass in late autumn, and there were bumps and wrinkles on the crystal palms, just like a farmer who is used to heavy work.

If it was just a simple exhaustion of spiritual energy, such a situation would never happen, mainly because Ye Dong was constantly shuttling through the dangerous void, especially in the last void, Ye Dong unexpectedly displayed the shadow body extinction. The combat skill itself is against the sky, so that his soul has been worn out

The human body is composed of energy, energy and spirit. Ye Dong's spirit is still there, but the consumption of energy and energy is too intense, even far overdrawn, so that in just three days, he has changed from a handsome young man to Turned into an ugly peasant!

I am afraid that even if Mo Linglong stood in front of him, she might not be able to recognize him.

Ye Dong is completely unaware of the changes in his body. Although the medicine spring in his soul residence is continuously releasing powerful white mist to heal him, the consumption of essence cannot be cured by the medicine spring. of.

The place where Ye Dong was lying was a desolate valley full of weeds, and now it was approaching winter. There were few people here, and even birds and beasts would not come here. Tong Sheng: "Grandpa, can we find Udongqing today?"

An old but kind voice responded: "Yes, as long as Xiaohan is here, we will definitely be able to find Udongqing."

"Great, Grandpa, as long as we find Udongqing, we can sell it for more money, and we can buy some jugs of good wine for Grandpa."

"Haha, Xiaohan's words are more comfortable than drinking ten altars of heavenly fragrant wine."

In the desolate valley overgrown with weeds, two figures slowly walked in, one old and one young, dressed plainly, although the clothes were covered with patches, but they were extremely clean, they were slightly whitish after washing, it was not difficult to see The family is not rich.

The old man's face is covered with wrinkles, and his body is slightly bent. He looks at least seven or eighty years old, while the younger one has red lips and white teeth, and a tiger head and a tiger brain.

The child was lively and bouncing all the way. Suddenly, he saw Ye Dong lying in the grass, and hurriedly called out: "Grandpa, there is an uncle lying here, he seems to be sick."

The old man strode over immediately, saw Ye Dong, put his finger on Ye Dong's nose, and said after a while: "There is still energy, come on, Xiao Han, help Grandpa to help this uncle onto Grandpa's back, Let's take him back."

Xiaohan walked over very obediently, and together with his grandfather, he helped Ye Dong up. His face was flushed red, but he gritted his teeth and kept silent until he finally helped Ye Dong to his grandfather's back. superior.

Grandpa stabilized his body, carried Ye Dong on his back and said, "Xiao Han, I can't find udon grass today, let's take this uncle back first, and come back tomorrow, okay?"

Xiao Han nodded sensiblely and said, "Okay!"

"Good boy, let's go, let's go home!"

The old man staggered out of the barren valley with the unconscious Ye Dong on his back.

Ye Dong was in a coma for half a month before waking up, because his energy was consumed too much. Although he was awake, he still felt dizzy.

When I raised my head, I felt dizzy and dizzy. After struggling three times in a row, I barely sat up, squeezed my eyes hard, and looked around.

This is an extremely simple hut, except for the bed that he is lying on, there is only a table and a bench in the room.

"Where is this?" Ye Dong had a severe headache, and raised his hand to rub his head, but when he saw his palm, he froze for a moment, at least half of his sanity was cleared in an instant.

Is this my own hand?How did it become like this?What happened to me?

Just when Ye Dong was stunned, the half-hidden door was pushed open from the outside, and there was a "squeak" sound, and a child came in bouncing around. When he saw Ye Dong, he was taken aback for a moment, and then Excitedly shouted: "Uncle, you're awake!"

"Uncle?"

From birth to now, Ye Dong has been called senior, brother, and sir, but this is the first time he has been called uncle, which makes him a little dumbfounded. He is only in his early twenties, and in the eyes of this child, he has become an old man. Uncle.

But Ye Dong naturally didn't care about these, but squeezed out a smile and said: "Little brother, what's your name?"

"My name is……"

Suddenly a cough came from outside the house, interrupting Xiaohan's words, and then the old man walked in, reached out and touched Xiaohan's head and said: "Xiaohan, it's nothing to do with you, go out and play!"

"Oh!"

Xiao Han suddenly stuck out his tongue, as if he had made some mistake, he ran out quickly.

Although Ye Dong was a little dizzy, his mind was clear. He was sensitive to the old man's cough just now, and he deliberately prevented the child from saying his name.

After sweeping away the old man's spiritual sense, Ye Dong frowned slightly. The old man was just an ordinary old farmer, without any spiritual energy in his body.

A farmer, why hide the child's name?

The old man smiled at Ye Dong and said, "Big brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Ye Dong!"

As Ye Dong announced his name, the smile on the old man's face froze instantly, and he couldn't help but took a step back and said, "You, you..."

You waited for a long time, but you didn't say the following words, but Ye Dong was very puzzled, why the old man was so surprised when he heard his name, could it be that he knew himself?

The old man also realized his gaffe, and hurriedly said: "Brother, I'm a little deaf, what do you say is your name, how do you write it?"

"My name is Ye Dong, Ye of the leaves, Dong of the East!"

"Oh!" The old man's face was clearly relieved, and his smile came back again, and he nodded again and again: "Ye Ye, a good name, a good name, just call me Uncle Guan."

Xiao Han, who was squatting on the ground outside the house and playing with a few pebbles, heard what his grandfather said, and said to himself: "So this uncle and our surname have the same pronunciation and different words. We are the night of the night, and he is the child of the leaves." Ye! Sigh, when will Grandpa let me tell others that my name is Ye Chenhan?”

Although Xiaohan was talking to himself, how could he hide it from Ye Dong's ears, he heard these words clearly, and couldn't help but feel puzzled in his heart.

Why Guan Bo didn't let Ye Chenhan say his name casually, Ye, doesn't this surname have some special meaning?

Naturally, Ye Dong would not speak out these doubts, he pretended to be a normal person and asked, "Uncle Guan, where is this place?"

It was just such a question, but Guan Bo's face showed a sad look, and he sighed: "It doesn't matter where this place is, anyway, the whole blood world won't last long!"