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More than 200 corpses were swept away in the middle of the night, and the flames lit up half of the sky.

It was cold at night, and Yin Xu only stood outside the cage for a short while before leaving. As for whether the little boy inside was dead or alive, what did he have to do with him?

But what is surprising is that as soon as he left, the little boy slowly moved out of the cage.

Probably because he hadn't walked normally for too long, the muscles of the little boy's legs atrophied severely, and he walked shakyly, making people feel that he would fall down the next moment.

He followed Yin Xu tremblingly, making a hoarse cry.

It took several times for others to hear what he called: "Brother..."

When Yin Xu returned to the empty warehouse, guards had already tidied up the place and set up tents, and they slept here for the night.

"Seventh Young Master, this subordinate made porridge and roasted a chicken, would you like some?" Mao Er came over with food.

After working in the middle of the night, Yin Xu was also a little hungry. He took the bowl and drank a bowl of porridge, but did not eat any meat.

Behind him, the little boy was holding the door frame and staring at him with wide eyes, or staring at the roast chicken in his hand, his throat moved up and down quickly, and occasionally he could hear the sound of swallowing.

Yin Xu handed the empty bowl to Maoer, pointed to the boy and said, "Burn some water and scrub him clean, otherwise don't let him come within a hundred steps of my young master."

When Jiuer saw the little boy standing at the door early in the morning, even the most hard-hearted person could not help but feel pity when he saw his big black eyes and empty eyes.

He promised, put down the food and walked towards the little boy, but when he stretched out his hand to catch him, the boy turned around and ran away.

It's a pity that before taking two steps, the boy tripped and fell to the ground, lying on the ground for a long time without moving.

Uo Er let out a muffled laugh, walked over with one hand and tried to pull him up by his collar, but unfortunately the cloth on his body was already torn, so he took it off right away, exposing his naked body to the cold in the air.

Mao was stunned for a while with the torn clothes on his second hand. The boy was full of wounds, including whip wounds, club wounds and burns, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body. Of course, he was already so thin that he had no flesh.

Uji pursed his lower lip tightly, took off his coat under the flustered eyes of the other party, wrapped him up, and carried him to the bathroom here.

There are dozens of houses in this village, including stone houses and wooden houses, kitchens and bathrooms. Although they are old, they are well-equipped.

Teng Yu flipped through the booklet in his hand twice, engraving the identities and origins of these people in his heart.

There were not many people, and there were less than twenty men, women and children in total. Teng Yu found a room with no air leakage, and called these people in one by one for questioning.

No one knew what he asked, only knew that everyone went in for a long time or a short time, but the expressions on everyone's faces were extremely relaxed after they came out.

"Have you written it all down?" Teng Yu threw the marked booklet to the guard at the side.

The guard put the booklet away properly and promised: "Yes."

"Take them to choose a few rooms to live in first, and give them some hot food." Teng Yu gave the guard a meaningful look.

The other party understood, "This subordinate understands that those people will definitely not be able to wake up tomorrow morning."

"Well, after waiting for so long, it's normal for you to relax for a while, and it's normal for extreme joy to turn into sadness." Teng Yu patted his neat sleeves, and walked out of the stone house to the resting place.

He did not dare to send all these twenty people down the mountain unsuspectingly. Although it is difficult to judge a person's disposition just by meeting and asking a few words, it is a bit rash to decide their life and death like this, but time is limited, he can't A lot of time is wasted trying to save people, identifying their character one by one.

"Your Highness." Mao Er met Teng Yu at the door, and hurriedly bent down to salute, while pressing down on the little boy's head to make him bow his head.

Teng Yu stared at the boy in his arms, "Is this the kid who chased Huo Tian before?"

Uo Er didn't see what was going on, but he thought that the child was indeed coming after Qi Shao, so he nodded.

After washing, the little boy showed a handsome face. Because he was too thin, his chin was pointed. When he blinked those big eyes, it made people feel soft-hearted.

"What's your name?" Teng Yu asked, and he thought to himself: It's just a child, so there should be nothing to fear.

Uo Er didn't put the little boy down, because he was barefoot, so he could only hug him and urge him: "Master asked you something, answer it quickly."

In fact, the kid didn't say a word during the whole washing process, no matter how much I tried to tease him, it was futile, and I didn't know if he was dumb.

But he checked, and the tongue is still there, so it shouldn't be such a coincidence.

The boy stared at Teng Yu for a while, then lowered his head and said two words: "Wang Ren."

"Wang Ren? Your parents really know how to choose names." Teng Yu chuckled, but saw the other party's eyes suddenly widen, and tears fell drop by drop.

"Huh? What did I say wrong?" Can't you even make a joke?

Uji was still more delicate, and asked him: "Where does your family live? Do you know where your parents are?"

Wang Ren's crying was very quiet, without making a sound, only teardrops rolled down his cheeks.

No one is born like this, it's just that during the days of being locked up, as long as he cries, he will be beaten severely, and as time goes by, he will only cry silently, and later, even if he is beaten painfully, he can't shed a single drop tears.

Unexpectedly, now there are more tears because of the word "parents".

"It's dead..." He lowered his head, tears falling more fiercely.

"Is there anyone else in the family?"

The boy shook his head, then wiped his eyes with his arm indiscriminately, but when he saw the clean clothes on his body, he hurriedly put his arm down again.

He was still wearing Uji's clothes, which were big enough to wrap him in two layers, ugly but comfortable.

Maoer looked at Teng Yu inquiringly, waiting for him to decide the future of the child.

"Then I'll leave it to you to take care of it first, and we'll talk about it later." Teng Yu walked into the room leaving the big and small behind.

As soon as he got into the tent, there was a plate of delicious roast chicken in front of him. Yin Xu smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, master, hurry up and eat something."

Teng Yu's depressed mood that night dissipated in this smile. He took the plate and joked: "I have grown up, and I know how to care about the master."

Yin Xu just didn't want the greasy grilled chicken to occupy his space. Seeing the other party eating slowly, he asked, "Did you see that kid outside just now?"

Teng Yu swallowed the food in his mouth, nodded, "Yes."

"What are you going to do with him?"

"I don't have any plans. Both of his parents are dead, and he's young. Let's take him home first. If possible, he can stay by your side as a servant. You can't live without an errand runner."

"Isn't there a martial arts victory?" Yin Xu reminded.

It took Teng Yu a long time to remember who Wu Sheng was, "He? Wasn't he sent by you to be the shopkeeper? If there is a shopkeeper, why would he come back and serve you with all his heart?"

Since the opening of Zhenbao Pavilion, Wu Sheng seldom returns home. Mao learns from others in the shop to settle accounts, and prepares to become a sole shopkeeper in the future.

It is impossible for Yin Xu not to have his own property in the future, he urgently needs someone of his own who can use him.

Wei Zian is a talent, but he is in charge of the Wei family alone, and there are enough things, not to mention that Yin Xu trusts Huo Tian more than Wu Sheng, who grew up with Huo Tian.

"How old is that little devil, and he doesn't know whether it is round or flat when he grows up." Yin Xu muttered, but he didn't object in the end.

He was used to being alone, even when he was on the throne of the demon king, there were very few people around him who could get close to him.

"Squash it when it's long and round, and round it if it's long and flat. It's up to you whether it's round or flat?"

Yin Xu thinks about it too, the people he cultivated should be more in line with his wishes.

"What's his name?"

"Wang Ren."

Yin Xu is not very familiar with the characters, his first reaction was: "Wang, Ren? What kind of name is this?"

Teng Yu shrugged, "Benevolent Ren probably hopes that he will be a broad-minded and kind person when he grows up. If you don't like it, you can change it for him."

"It's better to forget it, the parents only leave such a little thought, why bother? The name is as good as it is."

"What about your name? Did your parents get it too?" Teng Yu disposed of the chicken bones, washed his hands and lay down beside Yin Xu, muttering in a low voice: "Yin Xu...Yin Xu...is taken from the rising sun, probably I also want you to be bright and upright, as bright as the morning sun."

"Haha, then they will be disappointed." Yin Xu raised the corners of his lips and snorted, "Didn't I say that? I only have a master and no parents." He doesn't even remember the master who raised him for several years, Then what parents will you remember?

"You haven't been to them?"

"Looking for it? Why are you looking for it? And who knows if there are these two people in the world?" Yin Xu shook his head. In the world of cultivation, what is family affection?So what if you find it?

If his parents were just ordinary people, would he accompany them to live an ordinary life?

If his parents are cultivators, then they probably don't exist or their status is low. Why are parents who can't even protect a child looking for them?After finding it, it will only increase the burden on them.

Moreover, who knows if he is a failed product cultivated with the spirit fruit?In the world of comprehension, in order to pursue the aptitude of the next generation, how many people directly kill unsatisfactory babies after they are bred?

The word "parents" has disappeared from Yin Xu's dictionary for nearly a thousand years.