I take a little action, that's the limit

I was waiting to die when Mr. Chang Xian actually let go of us and kept circling me, like a grindstone, muttering incessantly. I didn't hear what he said specifically.

What's wrong? Could it be that this old guy thinks that I am so handsome that he is reluctant to take action?

Ahem, of course, narcissism is narcissism. I am not narcissistic enough to be shameless. Anyway, it seems that I will not die today.

Because the fierce aura of Mr. Chang Xian has dissipated, now not only does he no longer have that suffocating domineering attitude, but he has an indescribable kindness. And with the change in his aura, I also feel inexplicably I have some good feelings for him. This feeling is very strange, just like meeting an old friend in a foreign country.

The relationship between the enemy and ourselves has so inexplicably turned into a family relationship that wants to be embraced.

Bah, what are you talking about? Who has a family relationship with his old snake demon?

"Boy, what are the names of your elders?" Maybe Mr. Chang Xian was tired, so he left me aside and asked the man.

"Hu Xiaotian is my grandfather." The man said neither humble nor arrogant. In other words, it was the tiger demon who answered.

"Hmph, don't think that I'm afraid of him after moving out of Hu Xiaotian. If it weren't for this little baby today, you all would have to sacrifice your lives to atone for your sins!" Mr. Chang Xian was calm and calm, but it made people feel that he was sharp. There is an invisible pressure on his back.

But what did he mean? Although I don't know who the Hu Xiaotian mentioned by the tiger demon is, but judging from the meaning, he should be of the same generation as Mr. Chang Xian. Mr. Chang Xian didn’t even give the other party face, but gave me face. Isn’t this fucking nonsense?

And my more than ten years of study are not in vain. I vaguely understood the intention of Mr. Chang Xian. He wanted the Hu family to owe me a favor.

This old monster, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd? He has grown so big, and my face is so valuable for the first time.

The tiger demon wanted to say something, but for some unknown reason he opened his mouth but didn't say a word. He just looked at me with a strange expression.

I smiled at him and said to myself, don’t say you are weird, I am weird too!

"Okay, for his sake, I won't make it difficult for you. You can go." Mr. Chang Xian emphasized my face issue again, and then waved to the man possessed by the tiger demon.

The man fell to the ground with a "gudong" sound.

Mr. Chang Xian looked around, waved his hand, and a red halo enveloped him and me. I opened my mouth in surprise, because this light group looked similar to the Daluo Golden Body Immortal Talisman, but After the Daluo Golden Body Immortality Talisman was cast, I could hear the sounds from the outside world, but I couldn't hear anything in this light group, not even the slightest sound of wind. It seemed like I was in a sealed vacuum environment.

"This is called a barrier." Mr. Chang Xian said to me with a smile, as if he was explaining to me.

"What do you want to do?" Although I knew I couldn't make any waves in his hands, I still asked vigilantly. At the same time, the feeling of drowsiness became more obvious due to blood loss.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Chang Xian stretched out his palm and quickly touched my shoulder. The wound stabbed by the Evil Killing Sword healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not to mention, even the blood splashed on my clothes turned back time. It retreated back into my body like a stick. Within ten seconds, there was no trace of the stab wound on my shoulder. Simply amazing!

And what he did made me even more confused. I touched my nose speechlessly. Could it be that Mr. Chang Xian is my long-lost son?

"Baby, maybe you don't know your life experience yet?" Mr. Chang Xian asked a particularly stupid question.

My grandparents are still alive, and I even know some of my great-grandfather’s deeds. How come I don’t know my own life experience? I can’t vouch for other people born in the 1990s, but I know a lot about my own family.

"It seems that you don't know anymore." Mr. Chang Xian seemed to be mentally ill. Seeing that I was silent, he smiled to himself and muttered: "It's okay that I don't know, it's okay that I don't know..."

I rolled my eyes at Mr. Chang Xian unnoticeably. They all say that old people are smart and slippery, but if I look at it, Mr. Chang Xian is a negative example. No one will believe him if he is not suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

I couldn't help but observe a minute's silence for Chang Xiaojiu. You said it's not good to invite this guy. If you have to invite an old fool like his grandfather, aren't you asking for trouble?

"As long as you promise me one thing today, I will let you go, how about it?" Mr. Chang Xian asked with a straight face. Of course, his tone sounded more like a discussion.

"What's the matter?" I asked expressionlessly. It seemed that the old monster wanted something from me, but I really couldn't think of anything I could do to help him, unless he wanted to hire me as a teacher for the little monster, or Let me teach those little monsters to play LoL, but after thinking about it, this possibility is not high. Isn’t their world of monsters the same as the real version of LoL? As for being a teacher, I can only hehe, I estimate that the little monsters I teach will only have an elementary school education level.

"I can't tell, I can't tell." Mr. Chang Xian said coquettishly: "You just have to promise me."

I go! I can't tell you why you still ask? Besides, how can I promise you if you don’t explain it clearly?

But think about it carefully, my life is now in his hands. How dare I not bow my head under the low eaves? I can only use slow tactics to stabilize him. As for the future, let’s talk about it later. Thinking of this, I nodded.

When Mr. Chang Xian saw that I had agreed, he immediately laughed. His smile was so bright that it was like a bright spring.

But when I saw his smile, my heart was filled with clouds. I felt like I was being tricked. The most damning thing was that I didn’t even know the reason.

Mr. Chang Xian looked at me meaningfully, took out a sign from his arms and stuffed it into my hand: "Now that you have ghosts and resentments in your body, you should need zombie tears. Unfortunately, I don't have those things. If you find a zombie If you need help, just crush this sign."

I stared blankly at the sign in my hand, and saw that it was exactly the same as the one Chang Xiaojiu had just used. Sure enough, there was a small red snake swimming around inside. This thing should be a clone of Mr. Chang Xian.

I knew the importance of this thing, so I didn't bother to think too much about it, so I put it in my pocket. When I looked up again, Chang Xiaojiu, who was being possessed by Mr. Chang Xian, had disappeared. The red light ball also disappeared, and the man Just as he was sitting up, rubbing his head and cursing, Tang Luoli also staggered towards this side.

"Brother, are you from the Lingbao sect?" I recalled the talisman he used and asked out of curiosity.

"How do you know?" The man raised his head and looked at me in surprise. That tone and eyes looked exactly like Wang Baoqiang No. 2.