Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    "This child is very beautiful."

    "A Ning, do you want a servant?"

    "Don't! This beggar is dirty!"

    Mu Xing only felt cold and hot, and his head was dizzy.

    He seemed to be lying on the cold and hard ground, in a daze, someone approached, put something down, and left again.

    Then fell into a trance.

    When I woke up again, my dizziness was much better.

    He opened his eyes and found himself in a different place.

    There is soft hay under him, and a warm bonfire is lit in front of him. Opposite the bonfire sat a man with exquisite and gorgeous clothes and a refined bearing.

    No matter how you look at this person, it doesn't look like a person who will appear in a broken temple late at night.

    The man didn't look at him, but he obviously knew he was awake: "There is food in the bag next to him."

    The blue cloth felt smooth and soft, much better than the clothes Mu Xing wore.

    It was given to him by the person in the carriage before he passed out.

    Mu Xing didn't eat first, but said to the strange man: "Thank you for saving your life."

    Obviously, this man saved him.

    The man did not know where to find a pot of wine, poured himself a drink, glanced at him after hearing the words, smiled: "You don't need to thank me, you should thank your parents for giving it You have such a pretty face."

    Mu Xing: ?

    The man sighed leisurely: "Oh, I'm not a good person, I just can't see the beautiful and the beautiful."

    The little beauty is also a beauty, isn't it?

    Mu Xing felt that this person was very strange, he didn't speak, he quickly killed two meat buns the size of half his face, and hiccupped contentedly.

    He had been ill before, and he had just woken up and started to feel confused again after eating.

    The man saw his head a little bit and was about to fall asleep again, like a thirsty little animal, and he liked it very much.

    "Sleep, sleep." He looked at Mu Xing lovingly, "Today, Mr. Bai is rarely kind, and will guard you all night."

    Mu Xing slept with confidence: although he still didn't understand what he was in at the moment, but his intuition was still there, this man gave him a very strong feeling, but he didn't have any malice towards himself.

    Take a step back, if this person is really malicious, he can't resist with his small body now.

    In her sleep, Mu Xing felt that someone was feeding him something.

    The sugar pill-like thing turned into a sweet and warm stream of water as soon as it entered the belly, making his whole body warm.

    He entered a deeper sleep.

    The light dumpling finally appeared.

    Mu Xing's consciousness flew out and became a ghost that no one could see.

    The famous Xianzong asked the Imperial Dao Xianzong, and the head and his wife were married for a hundred years and finally got pregnant.

    This should have been a great event. But on the eve of the birth of the wife of Yu Daozong, the owner of the Tianji Building visited late at night, saying that the child in her womb was the fate of the Heavenly Fiend Lone Star, destined to overcome relatives and friends for a lifetime, and those who interacted with him would not end well.

    The owner of Tianji is the one who is best at spying on Tianji and predicting fate in the comprehension world. No one can ignore his words.

     Dystocia is almost impossible for monks, so the husband and wife are convinced of the words of the landlord.

    The child born has the one in ten thousand spiritual roots, which should have been a joyous good thing, but now it has become a haze for the two of them.

    Mu Xing watched the famous and decent couple discuss for a night, and made a decision before sunrise.

      The pregnant wife heard the bad news, had a difficult childbirth, and lost two lives.

    He is an orphan again.

    No one adopts him anymore, and everyone around him secretly says he is ominous.

    He became a little beggar.

    Later, when he was seven years old, he met a kind-hearted grandfather who asked him if he would like to go with him.

    The little beggar answered happily.

    This poor little beggar was locked in the dark basement by the magic cultivator, feeding all kinds of precious elixir, day and night on the verge of being crushed by the chaotic spiritual power.

    That magic cultivator is actually a cannibal, and plans to raise this medicine man to fifteen years old, and cook it with a pot of herbs.

    The little beggar found the opportunity to kill this demon cultivator, and inherited the other party's cultivation method, pondering and practicing by himself.

    He is indeed an amazing talent, just like this, more than ten years later, he became a famous devil in the magic way.

    He was raised by a demon in such an abnormal way. No one ever taught him to rob him if he wanted, or kill him if he didn't want it, contaminating him with monstrous sins.

    Afterwards, his face was recognized by Zhengdao and traced back his blood, he was actually the son of the head of Yudao Sect.

    Of course, the Imperial Dao Sect would not recognize it. The head even thought that the owner of Tianji was very right that day: this Tiansha Lone Star will inevitably kill many people and cause a lot of trouble in the future. Should have killed this evil blocker when he was born.

    The indifference and murderous intent from the blood relatives have worn away the last trace of humanity of the little beggar.

    In the shocking battle, he slaughtered most of the sect of Yudao Sect alone, and his husband and wife also died under his hands. In the end, he was also besieged by the major immortals headed by Tianjilou. die.

    The owner of Tianji became famous because of this incident—everyone knows that the owner of Tianji warned Yu Daozong, if Yu Daozong had dealt with this devil earlier, where would there be today tragedy?

    It really is a lone star!

    But it doesn't end here.

    The light group appeared and showed Mu Xing a picture.

    In the cold and ethereal Tianji Building, Tianjizi looked at the star wheel in the sky and muttered to himself: "I want to soar, but there are many obstacles ahead. Immortal road is missed."

    Limited by his talent, it is difficult for him to ascend to the Tao.

    Cultivation is not enough, merit can make up.

    Where does merit come from?

    Slayer.

    He turned his eyes to the east, he saw the pregnant wife of the Imperial Daoist Sect master, the other side was full of aura, his eyes that could see fate, could see the endless light of the child future.

    He moved with evil thoughts.

    A single thought can ruin a person's life.

    Mu Xing suddenly opened his eyes!

    I don't know where he took out a soft sheet, the man lying comfortably eating preserved fruit looked at him strangely: "You are very emotional and have nightmares?"

    Mu Xing closed his eyes and calmed down slowly.

    Isn't it a nightmare?

    The little beggar in the dream is himself.

    Count the time, he is just seven years old this year.

    Maybe the magician who picked him up in the dream is already on his way.

    Mu Xing took a deep breath, turned his head suddenly, and looked at the man.

    The man looked at him inexplicably: "Is something wrong?"

    Mu Xing blinked his big eyes, looked at him Mengmengda, and showed a bright smile with eight teeth: "This big brother, when I see you, I think you are very kind. You are willing to Take in a homeless me?"

    Although this man looks like an ordinary rich boy, but Mu Xing can occasionally feel the powerful breath of the other party.

    If you don't hold your thighs at this time, when will you wait?