The afternoon sun sent out a hot temperature in the sky. Occasionally, a lazy warm wind blew. People came and went in the streets of Yudu.

Since I visited her that night, Shangguan Yuchen hasn't appeared for several days. Muyunxi knows that he is busy arranging the array, but she still has a faint sense of emptiness in her heart. As for why she has this feeling, even she can't say clearly.

At the corner of the street, a little boy knelt beside an old man who was lying covered with blood, and his young hand shook one of the old man's arms.

Mu Yunxi glanced over and saw this scene. He frowned slightly. He walked past unconsciously. Wen Sheng asked, "what's wrong with you?"

The little boy raised his head slowly. When he saw her face, he suddenly shouted excitedly, "big brother."

Seeing that the little boy in front of him seemed to know himself, muyunxi was a little confused, so he looked at the little boy carefully. At the moment, the little boy's face was full of dirt, but his blue eyes were very clear.

She only saw such eyes once, so she was also very impressed. At present, she was a little surprised and said, "it's you?"

Seeing the light blood stains on the little boy's face, Muyun Xi said angrily, "did those people hit you again?"

The little boy shook his head, suddenly took her by the wrist and begged, "big brother, please, help Grandpa."

Muyunxi nodded, squatted down beside the old man and raised her hand to explore her pulse. However, although the old man's arm was still warm, she had no pulse. She put her fingers into the old man's breath and couldn't feel any breath at all.

These signs indicate that the old man has passed away, but he has just passed away.

Take back your hand, muyunxi tried to put his voice gently: "the old man has passed away."

As soon as he said this, the little boy's eyes were suddenly wet. There were layers of water mist in his blue eyes, and tears couldn't stop falling like beads with broken lines.

Muyunxi gently hugged the little boy in his arms and asked softly, "what happened?"

The little boy didn't answer her. He cried, "I'm sorry, Grandpa. I'm sorry, it's all prayer that has bothered you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." after crying for a long time, his voice gradually became hoarse.

Muyunxi gently patted the little boy on the shoulder to give him silent comfort.

I don't know how long later, the little boy raised his foggy eyes and asked, "big brother, please, can you teach me martial arts?"

Muyunxi was slightly stunned and asked softly, "tell big brother, what happened? Who beat you like this?"

At the beginning of that day, she gave some money and the little boy in front of her left. I never thought it would be such a scene when I saw the little boy again.

The little boy's blue eyes were full of hate, and the steam even covered some fierce murderous spirit.

Muyunxi was suddenly surprised. The little boy looked only seven or eight years old. What made a child who should have been innocent show such eyes? What did he go through?

"It's the Desert King! I must kill him and avenge grandpa!" the little boy gnashed his teeth.

Desert King? Muyunxi frowned again, but saw the little boy suddenly kneeling in front of her.

"Big brother, please, teach me martial arts?"

Muyunxi raised his hand and brushed away the messy hair on the little boy's forehead. He said softly, "tell me the truth first."

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