Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Please, help my grandpa. I can do anything. Please."

The little boy knelt on the ground and kept begging them.

Two guys may have been scolded by their boss and were upset. They kept punching and kicking him. There were occasional onlookers around, but no one was interested in meddling.

Ye Feng looked at this scene, but sighed, approached the past, and shouted: "stop, fight again, you'll really kill people."

"Who are you? It's up to you to mind your own business?" the two guys were upset.

Ye Feng didn't argue with them, but went to the little boy's side, picked him up and said slowly: "a man, a big husband, kneel on his knees, kneel on his parents, how can you kneel easily to others? You didn't see the people here, just watching your jokes?"

However, the little boy just shook his head and choked: "as long as you can save my grandpa, let alone kneel down, even if you want my life, big brother, you are a good man. Please, as long as you are willing to help, I will be your slave and servant all my life!"

He turned around and kowtowed to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng sighed again and forced the little guy up: "what's wrong with your grandpa? What do you need to save him?"

Since Ye Feng came up to stop it, he had no plan to stand idly by.

Although this little guy is a bit of a snake stick, Ye Feng really appreciates his filial piety.

"Just one magic elixir, thirty spirit stones!" the little boy said immediately with joy.

"Thirty spirit stones?" Ye Feng was stunned.

I thought it was serious.

Let this little guy not hesitate to kneel here. He was devastated. I didn't expect that just a little.

However, seeing the little guy in rags and what the guard at the gate said, Ye Feng was relieved.

The guard can only earn 500 spirit stones a year, but he is a martial artist with cultivation skills. Generally healthy ordinary people can't earn 30 spirit stones a year here.

Not to mention a pair of old and weak masters and grandchildren.

Thirty spirit stones are enough to kill them.

Ye Feng's mood is a little complicated.

Such a thing would be unimaginable if it were not seen with your own eyes.

Only thirty spirit stones can push people to this extent.

"Well, get up. It's only thirty spirit stones. I'll give it to you."

Ye Feng looked at the little guy and knelt down to cry. He directly took out 30 spirit stones and put them in the little boy's hand.

Seeing that Ye Feng really took out the spirit stone for himself, while receiving the spirit stone, Ye Feng didn't notice. The little boy knelt down again with a "pop" and kowtowed to Ye Feng.

"Thank you, big brother! From now on, I Yuetong will be your servant!"

Ye Feng looked stunned, raised the little guy and said, "didn't I just say that? Man, don't kneel down casually, and I don't need you to be my slave."

"Yes, big brother, but... Yuetong is still young, isn't he a big husband? Moreover, if you give me a spirit stone, my grandfather's disease can be cured. This is a life-saving grace. My grandfather often says that you should be grateful. Yuetong should kowtow to you."

The little guy now got the spirit stone. He was not as eager as he was just now. Instead, he said something that made Ye Feng cry and laugh.

"OK, young, it's rare to have this filial piety and know gratitude. Go and buy medicine for your grandpa." Ye Feng touched his cerebellum melon seeds.

"Yes."

The little guy turned his head and looked at the two guys, raised the spirit stone in his hand, and entered the drugstore again under the strange eyes of the two people.

The strong man boss also saw all this in his eyes. He took a deep look at Ye Feng, didn't talk much, and sold the pill that Yuetong needed to him.

The little guy was filled with joy when he got the pill.

But just when he went out, the strong man suddenly snorted: "little thing, even if you have medicine, your grandfather can't be saved. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Don't make trouble with me at that time."

"You're talking nonsense!"

The moon boy turned his head and shouted angrily.

"Hum, you'll soon know if I'm talking nonsense." the strong man didn't tell him, so he went directly into the inner hall.

The angry moon boy stared at his back, looked at Ye Feng and said, "big brother, little slave, take medicine to treat grandpa first, and soon come back to obey the big brother's orders..."

"Little fellow, I can say that you don't need to be enslaved. If you say this again, return the spirit stone to me." Ye Feng frowned and deliberately raised a face to frighten.

"Ah?"

The little boy was startled and turned pale when he heard of the payment.

He looked at ye fengban's serious face, obediently answered, and trotted away all the way.

Ye Feng shook his head and smiled. He also planned to follow up and have a look.

"Hey, it's a waste of money. What's wrong with thirty spirit stones? It's not worth so much to give this little beggar his grandfather's old and immortal life."

"Yes, they all have money to burn."

When Ye Feng was about to move, he heard such voices around him.

His face was cold, and he turned to stare at those who spoke. Obviously, those people were forced by his momentum, retreated a few steps and dispersed.

Ye Feng quickly followed the little boy's footsteps.

But half a cup of tea, they came to Xiaoyue's house one after another.

It can only be described as simple and dilapidated.

In front of me was a small leaky house with heavy rain outside and light rain inside. The only big piece inside is a grass bed.

Now on the grass bed lay an old man who was dying. He coughed constantly and his face was sallow. He was only out of breath.

Ye Feng frowned in an instant.

He could see at a glance that the old man in front of him had already run out of oil, the lamp was dry, and the medicine stone had no medicine. He could not live for two days at most.

Even if you take out your best pill, you can only delay it for a few days.

The shopkeeper of the drugstore just now obviously didn't talk nonsense. He didn't mean to scare Yuetong, but... He really couldn't save his life.

"Grandpa, I'm back. I bought you medicine. If you take this medicine, you'll be well soon."

The little guy can't wait to send the pill to the old population.

The old man opened his eyes hard, looked at the happy moon child on his face, and looked at the pill close to his mouth. He looked a little dull.

"Little boy, you... Cough, where did you get the money to buy medicine? Grandpa, didn't grandpa say? Don't you buy medicine, Grandpa... You won't live long." the old man's tone was full of anger.

He knows how many spirit stones this medicine needs.

There is no doubt that the little grandson suffered a lot of humiliation in order to get the medicine for himself.

His godless eyes showed a trace of heartache: "grandpa can't take this medicine. It's too wasteful. Take it and sell it. Give them the money back."

"Don't sell yourself to do what you don't want to do. Otherwise, Grandpa will die in peace even if he leaves."

"Grandpa, Tong Tong met a kind-hearted big brother who gave him the spirit stone. He doesn't want Tong Tong to return it or enslave Tong Tong. Don't worry. Eat it. You'll be fine. You'll never die..."

Yuetong shook his head and tried to put the pill into the old man's mouth.