"Senior, don't worry, I'm just curious." Ye Yuxi smiled slightly and assured.
"Yeah." Yu Deshui nodded unsteadily, "Then I'll tell you, those brats outside are all bragging about cheating and cheating. It's all about me! I've been to the Snowy Land before."
Halfway through Yu Deshui's words, he seemed to think of something sad and started drinking again while holding the wine jar.
Ye Yuxi, Shadow Shi Qing and others looked at each other, with a bit of surprise in everyone's eyes.
Does this old beggar still have such a glorious history
"Senior, you have to tell us about this." Ye Yuxi's face was full of curiosity. This time she was not pretending, but she was truly curious.
Yu Deshui waved his hands and said in a solemn tone: "Don't go to that place. You can't go to that snowy area. You see, my legs are useless there."
As Yu Deshui spoke, his legs were stepped on the chair and lifted up for everyone to see.
There was a shocking scar on his calf, as if it had been scratched by some spiritual beast.
"Senior, were you... injured by the spiritual beast inside?" Shadow and Ye Yuxi looked at each other and asked proactively.
Yu Deshui sighed again, with some sadness on his face, "It has been more than ten years. I took my brothers to hang out in the snowfield for a few years, and I also made a name for myself. I heard that there is a Scorpio Yuanming beast on the edge of the snowfield. , that’s a good thing, so I took my brothers there, and after we got there...hey, I won’t mention it anymore, I won’t mention it anymore.”
The old man wiped his mouth, held the wine jar and poured it into his mouth again.
Ye Yuxi frowned slightly and winked at Zhu Zihu who was standing aside.
Zhu Zihu understood.
Just as Yu Deshui put down the wine jar, Zhu Zihu stood up with the wine bowl and complimented: "I didn't expect it to be an old man. It was a junior who was rude just now. I'd like to toast you. Don't take what happened just now to your heart."
"No, don't take it to heart. Old man, I haven't seen anyone with a worse temper than you in the past ten years." Yu Deshui said as he poured wine into his mouth again.
"Senior, what's going on with your cultivation?" Zhu Zihu asked tentatively.
"Well, it's a long story." Yu Deshui took a deep breath, held the wine jar and started talking: "When I took my brothers to kill the Scorpio Yuanming Beast, it was also this month. I originally wanted to think before the storm. I wanted to make a fortune by killing that beast, and I could spend the winter with my brothers. After arriving there, I didn’t expect that beast to be even more powerful than the rumors said. My brothers managed to escape with death, and I was also seriously injured. When we came back, there were more than five hundred people, but only a few dozen people were left.”
"Senior, your original cultivation should be quite strong." Ye Yuxi tentatively said.
"That's not true!" Yu Deshui twisted his neck, raised his finger and pointed at the wooden door behind Ye Yuxi, and said angrily: "As for the mercenaries outside, more than ten years ago, I could kill two of them with one hand."
"Then you are now... because of that injury?" Ye Yuxi's eyes showed a bit of surprise.
Ye Yuxi thought about what Yu Deshui had just said. The only thing that could bring him down was that serious injury.
Yu Deshui nodded and cursed: "That damn scorpion, I thought it was a skin injury at the time. It took me a few days to realize that something was wrong. Then I realized that the scorpion was poisonous. I spent all my money to hire an alchemist to refine the elixir." Medicine, although my life has been saved, my cultivation..."
Yu Deshui smiled mockingly to himself, picked up the wine jar and drank a few sips.
Several people looked at Yu Deshui with some sympathy in their eyes. It was sad that the former boss of the mercenary group was now reduced to begging.