"Oh, dear student, you don't know, this time the teacher has lost a lot in order to save him. Ninety percent of his true energy has been completely consumed, and it will take at least half a month to recover. This loss is simply too much. It's immeasurable, you must use countless fine wines to compensate your teacher!"
He Xi nodded with a smile, he really didn't feel the same way about his master who was like an old urchin.
The old man's eyes fell on Ouyang Haoxuan, but there was a hint of deepness in his eyes, "My boy, this little guy has experienced too much darkness, and now his soul has been infected with a dark and bloodthirsty demonic energy. Just now Master was careless for a moment, and was almost swallowed by the devilish energy on his body. Fortunately, you used your pure spiritual fire to expel the devilish energy in time, so that we all escaped. But... "
"You still have to be careful with this person. If one day the dark side in his heart is out of control, it may hurt you instead. Boy, I think you should stay away from this little guy."
Hexi smiled, without any fluctuations in his expression, he just said lightly: "If I had had his experience, I might become darker and more bloodthirsty than him."
"What's more, instead of choosing to escape in fear of unknown results, I would rather choose to improve my strength so that no one can hurt me."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed a few times, stroked his beard and left in a hurry.
The wine that Hexi gave him just now has several jugs left undrinked, he spent so much real energy this time, almost even this avatar collapsed, what a loss! No, he should drink more fine wine to make it up... make it all up!
Hexi stayed where he was, watching Ouyang Haoxuan rolling on the sand, hissing and wailing in pain.
The scorching heat wave caused the temperature in the desert to rise extremely rapidly. Even though Hexi had been condensing water and spiritual energy to resist, her hair and clothes were gradually drenched with sweat.
"Ah-!"
Ouyang Haoxuan couldn't bear the scorching pain that was burning everywhere, and suddenly stretched out his hand, digging towards his dantian fiercely.
Something seemed to be collapsing in his mind, telling him that living is so painful.
He has lost everything, and there is no point in living anymore.
Rather than living in such pain and despair, he might as well die.
The hand that was raised in the air was grabbed, and the hand that grabbed him was cold and soft, but with decisive strength.
The cold and transparent voice rang in my ears, with a mocking and contemptuous tone, "Ouyang Haoxuan, is this your only talent?"
"Your parents were tortured and killed by Feng's family, and your home was destroyed by Feng Yunjing. Before your father died, he still cared about your safety. He begged me to save you and let you live well. Your hatred has not yet Report, your parents have not been buried, you want to die? Ouyang Haoxuan, do you feel sorry for your parents and the bloody hatred that you bear?"
Ouyang Haoxuan opened his eyes with difficulty, and a beautiful face was vaguely reflected.
His eyebrows were picturesque, beautiful and handsome, and his sweat-drenched black hair hung down on his snow-white forehead, making the young man look weak and delicate.
But those clear and beautiful phoenix eyes are so cold and determined.
With a sarcastic arc, as if mocking his cowardice, his incompetence.
No! He didn't want to be ridiculed by these 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 by this person's side.