"Yes, yes, let's go back and get it." The words all rushed out, and the purple-robed man didn't forget to hold the young man along with him in his haste.
"Want to leave? Heh..." Yuqing Yufei stood in front of the purple-clothed man, knocked down the two of them with a pestle, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and he threw the pestle casually, thinking in his heart: Go to death, go to death, go to death!
After a while, the medicine pestle flew back, and there were three escaped people strung on it.
Yu Qingyu stretched out his hand to caress the pestle, "Xiao Yaoyao, do you have a stick spirit?"
The medicine pestle shook, as if answering Yu Qingyu's words.
"Hahaha... Great, Xiao Yaoyao, by the way, Xiao Yaoyao, do you like the name I gave you?"
The medicine pestle shook violently, trying to break away from Yu Qingyu's palm.
I'm a man, a man, so don't call me Xiao Yaoyao, change my name quickly!
"Are you so happy? Haha... I also think this name suits you very well."
The medicine pestle fell to the ground with a plop. Will Lao Tzu want to be called such a reputation that is not at all mighty and domineering in the future? ah ah! I really want to die!
Yu Qingyu brushed his hair, picked up the smaller medicine pestle and stuck it in his hair, fixed it, and a man's bun came out.
Very good, this function is very powerful. Was he out of his mind at the time and insisted on sticking it on his body? He paused for a while with such long hair, oh... I remembered that he had no hands at that time, couldn't comb or braid his hair. Braids, of course, can't hold the medicine pestle.
Hehe... Yu Qingyu was amused by his divergent thinking.
"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you? Don't die! Don't die!" The boy who woke up yelled while lying on the body of the man in purple.
Yu Qingyu rolled his eyes, couldn't he tell if he was dead or not
The boy yelled for a while, then suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Yu Qingyu: "You killed my grandpa, I want to avenge my grandpa!"
Yu Qingyu waved a wave of spiritual energy casually, blocking the boy's attack, "Hey, your grandpa is not dead, why are you so crazy with me?"
The young man stood there in a daze, and asked suspiciously, "My grandfather is not dead?"
"Well, he didn't die, but he was injured a little bit, but if you don't become my follower, your grandfather will die like them." He casually pointed to the three monsters piled together.
The young man bit his lip, and stared at Yu Qingyu with fiery eyes, "You won't kill my grandpa if I'm your servant."
"Yes!" Yu Qingyu nodded, and said earnestly: "Little rooster, do you think if someone wants to kill you, you won't fight back?"
Of course fight back, he is not stupid.
Before the young man could speak, Yu Qingyu said again: "You will definitely fight back, right? You see, if you come to kill me, there is nothing wrong with me killing you, right? You guys did it first."
Yes, but... aren't you okay
The young man didn't dare to say this, because when he transformed, his grandfather killed all the people and demons who came.
After all, in this world, it is reasonable to have strong mana, and it is a consensus that those who have survived the thunder disaster will be weak. Everyone wants to take advantage of the opportunity.
Grandpa and the others didn't want a strong opponent to deal with them in the future, so they acted first, but they didn't expect this rigid monster to be so powerful, and they all carried it.
It's too late to say anything now, I can't beat him, no one dares to say anything even after he killed grandpa and him.
But if you can live, who wants to die.
The boy glanced at his unconscious grandfather, "I'll be your follower."
"Hey... It would be good to have said this earlier, if I insist on hitting you, you have to say it, tsk tsk... I really deserve a beating!"
(end of this chapter)