Xi Yue's heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle.
She looked coldly at the masked and tightly wrapped man.
Even though no skin was exposed, Xi Yue looked closely at the skin behind his ears and saw signs of decay.
For no reason, a name popped up in her mind - Ji Chengfeng.
And what Dandan said - Mother, his soul stinks.
Xi Yue smelled this rotten odor from this person.
But didn’t Ji Chengfeng die in an ancient battlefield ten thousand years ago
Judging from Ji Mingyu's age, Ji Chengfeng should have been dead by this time.
How could he be here
I must have made a mistake!
After all, Xi Yue had no idea what Ji Chengfeng looked like or what kind of aura he had.
Xiao Mingyu danced with the sword in a very methodical manner. His movements were very serious and rigorous, and the injuries on his body did not affect his movements at all.
But after all, under the siege of the magic wolves just now, his spiritual power was consumed by 70% to 80%.
After one sword move, his spiritual power was finally exhausted, his little body shook, his face turned pale, and he did not continue to perform the next move.
Snap! With a loud noise, the boy's clothes were torn and his flesh was exposed.
The small body couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.
Xi Yue uttered a cry of surprise and rushed over helplessly to catch the fallen child, but her hands went through.
At this moment, the masked man's low, angry voice rang out, "You can't even handle a few demon wolves, and you can't even perform such a simple sword technique. How can a waste like you be qualified to be my apprentice?"
Little Mingyu knelt on the ground, saying nothing. His thin body was covered in blood and trembling slightly.
Xi Yue was so distressed that she was about to cry.
However, the masked man did not have the slightest mercy and whipped the child's fragile body with the whip in his hand.
After being whipped ten times, the boy's flesh and blood broke apart, adding to his injuries.
But the little child didn't even say a word.
After lashing him ten times, the masked man put away the whip and looked down at the kneeling boy. "I hope that next time I come, I can see your progress in cultivation and satisfy me. If you keep disappointing me..."
The man didn't say anything else and turned to leave.
Little Mingyu finally couldn't help but speak, "Master, are you...are you leaving?"
The little boy didn't say a word when he was whipped, and didn't change color when he was attacked by the wolf and was in danger of death. But when the man was about to leave, he finally showed a reluctant expression.
Because it's really too lonely and boring to stay in this forest alone.
Even if it was his master who never had a good face towards him, he would be so happy and look forward to seeing him appear occasionally.
The masked man stopped and squinted at him, "Do you feel too lonely staying here alone?"
The little boy looked at him, bit his lip and said nothing.
The masked man's eyes flashed, and he suddenly took out an egg from his arms and threw it to him, saying in a deep voice: "Master is not here, so let this accompany you. I hope you won't let me down next time I come."
What fell into the boy's arms was a spirit beast egg, still a silent thing.
But the little boy's eyes sparkled with a brilliant light, so bright and dazzling.
He still had a stern face, but said every word seriously: "Master, I won't let you down!" (To be continued)