The middle-aged man's clothes are very ordinary, as ordinary as a thatch that can be seen everywhere in the jungle of the Southern Wilderness.
A short-sleeved top made of burlap, knee-length shorts of the same material, a pair of cow-eared hemp shoes made of fine rattan, and long hair tied firmly behind a piece of flexible grass. The simple and simple clothing is Exceptionally neat.
The square face and the focused eyes in his eyes give people a very generous and reliable feeling. When Ji Hao saw the middle-aged man, he even felt Ji Xia's fatherly and generous aura from him for a moment.
Compared with the soldiers of the Southern Wilderness, his stature was slightly smaller. He was only a head taller than Ji Hao, and could not be compared with the big guys of the Fire Crow Department who were often three meters away. But his physique does not look thin. On the contrary, when he stands up, his movements feel particularly strong and thick, like a bear patrolling his territory.
There is no strange aura about the middle-aged man, just like the ancient trees and boulders that can be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests, he is indifferent and natural. Even a warrior on the first level of the shaman realm of the Fire Crow Tribe has a much sharper and more powerful aura than him.
But when Ji Hao looked at him, he felt that the middle-aged man was like a vast and boundless sea, and he didn't know how wide or deep it was. The feeling he gave Ji Hao was even more unfathomable and mysterious than Abao.
The downpour was blown down by howling winds.
But the middle-aged man's body was clean, with not a drop of water mark or mud at all. Even after he supported Ji Hao, not a single drop of rain fell on Ji Hao and Manman. The wind is still the same wind, and the rain is still the same rain, but around the middle-aged man, the wind and rain cannot invade at all, just like the small area where Ji Hao and Man Man are, the wind and sunshine should not be there. Any storm is normal.
"Cuckoo", "Cuckoo", a black and white pigeon flew out of the middle-aged man's sleeve, stood on his shoulder with an ear of rice in its mouth, and began to peck at it carefully.
"Haha, the little guy woke up." The middle-aged man supported Ji Hao and Manman and carefully made them sit under a big tree by the river. He reached out and took out a pocket sewn from animal skin around his waist. He picked up a black jade bottle the size of a fist.
The pigeon looked at Ji Hao curiously and kept softly calling "coo".
Crow Man poked his head out from Ji Hao's arms and looked at the pigeon feebly. The two birds looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and made "coo" and "quack" sounds from time to time.
The middle-aged man poured out two thumb-sized pills from the jade bottle. With a little finger, the pills exploded and turned into two green mists that penetrated into the bodies of Ji Hao and Manman respectively.
Ji Hao's internal organs, which were burning like fire, suddenly felt cool. The countless hidden wounds in his body healed quickly. The countless dark congestion in the pores turned into thin blood streaks and kept emerging. Soon the congestion accumulated on his skin. Thick blood scab.
Manman's little face was twisted and he kept twisting his shoulders. The wound on her back that injured her lungs was squirming rapidly. A layer of green light and a piece of blood were constantly rubbing and impacting each other. Traces of blood continued to flow out, destroying and healing. The conflict between the two opposing forces brought Barbarian Quite a huge pain.
"It's the corrosive power of the blood moon." The middle-aged man frowned and snorted softly: "Sure enough, there is a group of evil ghosts behind you. These damn guys, they have become so tyrannical in the Southern Wilderness. What? Little girl, your father... Well, isn't your father in Southern Wasteland?"
Manman looked at the middle-aged man in surprise: "Uncle, do you know my father?"
The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, and patted Manman's little head vigorously: "My name is Si Wenming, and I do know your father. When you were born, your father also blackmailed me. A hundred yellow plums are here to keep you going."
Si Wenming sniffed and pressed his big hand on the wound on Manman's back. Thick yellow air spurted out from his palm, and the trace of blood energy that couldn't get rid of Manman's wound was pulled out by the yellow air domineeringly. The yellow gas swirled for a while, and the blood light was quickly ground into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated.
The power of the blood moon dissipated, and Manman's wounds healed quickly under the nourishment of green energy. She opened her mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of bruised blood, and her energy and spirit were completely restored in an instant, and she was much more energetic than Ji Hao.
Si Wenming dipped his finger into some of the blood that Manman spit out, brought it up to his nose and sniffed it carefully, and then smiled and said: "Hey, I'm not mistaken, you are indeed the daughter of old Zhu Rong. If your father was in Nanhuang , who dared to beat you like this, you would have been dried and turned into firewood long ago, right?"
Manman grabbed Ji Hao's tattered sleeves and burst into tears: "My father is not here, Manman sneaked out to play... Lao Yan is dead, Manman's guards are all dead, wuwu, there are The evil woman from the Bi Fang tribe colluded with those evil spirits and killed Lao Yan and the others!"
Ji Hao kept looking at Si Wenming and felt that the name seemed a bit familiar.
After hearing what Si Wenming and Manman said, Ji Hao's heart moved again. The arrogant father, Lao Zhurong? Zhu Rongshi? Ji Hao finally managed to control his turbulent mood. As expected, Manman was the daughter of the legendary ruler of the Southern Wilderness.
In the legend told by the witch priests of the Fire Crow Tribe to the children in the tribe, the Zhurong clan, the supreme rulers of the Southern Wilderness, are not human beings, but gods, the real kind of gods. Zhu Rong, the patriarch of the Zhu Rong clan, is the God of Fire who controls all flames in heaven and earth, and is the righteous god of the south.
Ji Hao has always been non-committal about the term 'gods'. The Zhurong clan is probably just an extremely powerful tribe, and they put the hat of gods on their heads. But he was indeed full of curiosity about the Zhu Rong clan, and now, the Zhu Rong clan's youngest daughter, Man Man, was actually sitting next to him and crying.
Reaching out and patting Manman's head, Ji Hao said lightly: "Okay, Manman, that evil woman Jiang Wei has been killed by me."
Suddenly a sharp and vicious roar came from the river: "You killed Jiang Yu! Damn you little bastard! I will cut you to pieces! Damn it, I haven't had time to taste her taste, you Just blow her up, I’m not interested in dead people at all!”
Di Luo, who had a transparent hole opened in his right chest, was riding a metal centipede along the river with the support of two three-eyed youths. Thousands of Jia clan warriors and nearly ten thousand servants were running towards this side, making fierce noises and roars.
"Sure enough, it's an evil spirit! It doesn't matter if you don't encounter it. Now that you have encountered it, haha."
Si Wuming smiled and pulled out the black iron sword on his back, and stabbed forward with a simple sword movement.
The ground with a radius of thousands of miles moved slightly, and a mighty power flashed slightly. Di Luo and the large group of elite soldiers of the Blood Fang Group he brought suddenly froze. The expressions on their faces were completely stiff and frozen. As a gust of mountain wind blew by, Di Luo and the soldiers of the Blood Fang Regiment simultaneously turned into a cloud of smoke and drifted away in the wind.
'Ding Ding Dang Dang' Breaking, the armor and weapon of Diluo and the blood tooth soldiers, all the accessories fell.
Ji Hao and Manman opened their mouths at the same time and were speechless for a long time.
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