"Oh, my dear disciple, you don't know that I have suffered a great loss in saving him this time. Ninety percent of my true energy has been consumed. It will take at least half a month to recover. This loss is simply immeasurable. You must compensate me with countless fine wines!"
He Xi smiled and nodded. He really had no idea what to do with this naughty old master.
The old man's eyes fell on Ouyang Haoxuan, and there was a hint of deepness in his eyes, "My dear disciple, this little guy has experienced too much darkness, and now his soul has been stained with dark and bloodthirsty evil spirits. Just now, Master was careless for a moment and was almost attacked by the evil spirits on his body. Fortunately, you used your pure spiritual fire to drive away the evil spirits in time, so that we all escaped. But..."
"You should be careful with this person. If the dark side of his heart gets out of control one day, he might hurt you. My dear disciple, I think you should stay away from this little guy."
He Xi smiled, without any fluctuations in his expression, and said calmly: "If I had the same experience as him, I might become darker, more bloodthirsty and crueler than him."
"What's more, instead of choosing to escape because of fear of unknown consequences, I would rather choose to improve my own strength so that no one can hurt me."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed a few times, stroked his beard and hurried away.
He still had several jars of wine He Xi had just given him. He had used up so much of his true energy this time that he almost broke his clone. It was such a loss! No, he had to drink more wine to make up for it... All of it!
He Xi stayed where he was, watching Ouyang Haoxuan rolling on the sand, roaring and wailing in pain.
The scorching heat wave caused the temperature in the desert to rise rapidly. Even though He Xi had been concentrating water spiritual power to resist, his hair and clothes were gradually wet with sweat.
“Ahhh!”
Ouyang Haoxuan could no longer bear the burning pain everywhere, and suddenly stretched out his hand and dug hard into his dantian.
It seemed as if something was breaking in his brain, telling him that living was so painful.
He has lost everything, and there is no meaning in living anymore.
Rather than living in such pain, suffering and despair, he would rather die.
The hand raised in the air was grabbed. The hand that grabbed his was cold and soft, but it was filled with a decisive force.
A cold and transparent voice rang in my ears, with a mocking and contemptuous tone, "Ouyang Haoxuan, is this all you have?"
"Your parents were tortured and killed by the Feng family, and your home was destroyed by Feng Yunjing. Before his death, your father was still concerned about your safety and begged me to save you and let you live well. Your revenge has not been avenged, and your parents have not been buried, and you are thinking about dying? Ouyang Haoxuan, are you worthy of your parents and the blood feud you carry?"
Ouyang Haoxuan opened his eyes with difficulty, and vaguely saw a beautiful face.
His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and he was handsome and elegant. His sweaty black hair hung down and drooped on his snow-white forehead, making the boy look weak and delicate.
But those clear and beautiful phoenix eyes were so cold and resolute.
It had a sarcastic arc, as if mocking his cowardice and incompetence.
No! He didn't want to be laughed at by those eyes, and he didn't want to be looked down upon by this person.
He wanted to live, even if he lost all hope, even if he had nothing, at least he could stay with this person. (To be continued)