I adopted my grandfather

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Xu Zhou's expression changed: "What are you doing?"

Su Yu smiled: "To be on the safe side, prevent you from playing tricks again. A Tun, sit down!"

That monster, Atun, stood upright with its front legs upright, its hind legs lying on its stomach, and sat beside it like a loyal dog.

Xu Zhou sneered and said: "Very good, you took the initiative to provoke, I believe Lord Qing Yan will not blame me if he knows."

The severe pain in his back blurred Mo Xiaofeng's sanity, he heard Youyou crying, but he couldn't muster any strength to respond to him.

In a trance, he seemed to have come to a strange place, soft, warm, moist, and slightly undulating. If I had to use a metaphor, it should be like being in a mother's womb...

Obviously the mind is not clear, but many forgotten past events suddenly become clear.

He remembered the carefree days when he was with his parents when he was a child, but the happiness was too short. Before he had time to reminisce, the figures of his parents faded away from him, and they were replaced by relatives with cold eyebrows.

They frowned, with disgust on their faces, came and went in a hurry, leaving the little figure standing there, happiness gradually disappearing from his face, and his head lowered lower and lower.From Mo Xiaofeng's perspective, he could only see his slender and helpless back and hear his low sobs.

Mo Xiaofeng is a little strange, isn't that kid not him?Why does he himself appear on the sidelines, like a bystander?

It feels strange to have one self looking at the other.

He is crying, should I comfort him?

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaofeng walked over and put a hand on the child's shoulder lightly.

The child turned his head, revealing a tear-stained face: "Youyou?"

Youyou cried loudly: "Brother, don't die!"

Mo Xiaofeng pulled out a smile, patted his small shoulder, and softly comforted him: "I will not die." With a movement of his arm, the wound on his back was immediately touched, and the pain was piercing.

"Where is this?" The surroundings were very dark, filled with a pungent stench, and there were regular crashing sounds from nowhere, and even the soft cushion under him undulated slightly.

"We were swallowed by monsters." Youyou cried again after speaking.

Mo Xiaofeng thought of the monster named A-Tun, and wondered why he had such a name.

Wait, so he's in the belly of the monster now?So, could this soft, sticky and wet thing he was holding be the internal organs of a monster?Disgusting!

Mo Xiaofeng quickly changed his posture and raised his hand.This movement made his eyes stare in pain.

"Brother, I'm so scared..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Mo Xiaofeng comforted Youyou, "Didn't I tell you that a little man should be brave."

Youyou responded and stopped talking, but the small figure was still trembling unceasingly.

Mo Xiaofeng sighed, in this situation, even adults can't be afraid, let alone a child as young as Youyou? "Youyou, can brother tell you a story?"

Children naturally like to listen to stories, although Youyou is afraid, but she stares at Mo Xiaofeng with wide eyes, with an unconcealable look of expectation on her face.After all, this is the first time that my brother has said that he will tell him a story.

"A long time ago, there was a little prince who lived happily with his parents in a very big castle."

Youyou asked in a daze: "Does he have a brother? Does he have a grandfather?"

"Yes," Mo Xiaofeng smiled, feeling inexplicably warmer in his heart, "There is a brother, and there is also a grandfather."

Youyou is satisfied: "What happened next?"

"Then a dragon came to the castle, spewed fire everywhere, burned down many houses, and swallowed up the little prince's family and people."

Youyou said "ah": "What about the little prince?"

After speaking for a short period of time, Mo Xiaofeng felt that his strength was exhausted, and even his voice began to sound weak.He could feel the stickiness on his back, and the blood didn't stop.He once recited a hemostatic spell to himself, but the hemostatic spell hardly worked when his vitality was seriously injured.Hearing Youyou's question, he forced a smile, and continued: "The little prince was very scared, but he told himself that he would rescue everyone. So he found the wise grandpa, who gave him a sword, Tell him it's called the 'Sword of the Brave', as long as he has the courage to use this sword to split the dragon's belly, he can save his family..."

Youyou was thrilled to hear that, and asked, "What happened next?"

His head was dizzy, and his body was gradually getting cold. Mo Xiaofeng tightened his grip on Youyou in his arms, absorbing some heat from his small body.This action undoubtedly affected the wound again, but it was probably because the senses became more and more dull, and even the wound seemed to be less painful.

"Later, the little prince found the evil dragon. Seeing how terrifying the evil dragon looked, he cried in fright."

Youyou clenched her fists: "How can you cry? You want to fight the dragon!"

"Yes, the little prince stopped crying when he thought of his family. He picked up the sword and defeated the dragon, cut open the dragon's stomach, and rescued his family, friends, and people."

Youyou asked: "Brother, why is your voice getting smaller and smaller?"

Mo Xiaofeng said softly: "Brother has no strength."

Youyou wiped away tears with his small hands: "Youyou stop crying, Youyou must also be brave, beat the bad guys, and save your brother."

Mo Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Good boy."

He felt that the small body in his arms no longer trembled, and gradually stretched out. After a while, there was the sound of even breathing.

This little guy is amazing, and he can sleep peacefully in the stomach of the monster.Thinking of this, Mo Xiaofeng smiled again, but then dizziness hit him, causing his eyes to turn black.

Is this going to be cold?Mo Xiaofeng thought with a wry smile, he thought he was very lucky, having survived so many dangers before.

correct!In the past, every time he was in danger, that antique male god would appear. I must be confused, how could I forget him?But where is he now?He seems to be called "Yujing". I don't know if he prays in the monster's stomach, can he hear it?

Mo Xiaofeng closed his eyes and concentrated on praying.But his head became more and more dizzy, his thoughts became less and less concentrated, and finally he was completely shrouded in darkness and lost consciousness.

A golden light shines from Youyou's forehead, and a figure looms in the golden light.

With a wide robe and wide sleeves, long hair like ink, his closed eyes suddenly opened, shining like sharp knives in the sun.

His gaze hurriedly passed over the sleeping Youyou, and when he turned to Mo Xiaofeng's pale face, he stopped suddenly.The usual indifferent expression finally showed a slight difference, it seemed to be puzzled, but also seemed to be touched.

But soon, he noticed that Mo Xiaofeng's face was as pale as wax due to excessive blood loss, he raised his long sleeves, and with a light move, Youyou's small body came out of Mo Xiaofeng's embrace, falling into the air. into his hand.

With his arms empty, Mo Xiaofeng's body fell forward, revealing the wound on his back.

It was a very long wound, stretching obliquely from the left shoulder, crossing the ridge, and ending at the waist.The flesh was rolled outwards, and because the wound had not been treated, blood was still oozing out, and the original white T-shirt was already soaked in a large area, which looked particularly shocking.

He probably didn't expect Mo Xiaofeng to be injured so badly, he couldn't help but frowned, and said a few words in his mouth to stop the bleeding first.Immediately, he leaned down, and lightly brushed the edge of the wound with his fingertips. Wherever he passed, there was a faint golden light flashing. Looking at the wound again, it seemed to be smaller than before.

After doing all this, he looked at Mo Xiaofeng's comatose side face again, with a more complicated expression, as if he wanted to see this person clearly again.After a while, he murmured, "I'm about to die, and I still have the mood to tell stories. I really don't want my life."

Although it was a dissatisfied tone, it carried a bit of concern that was not easy to detect.

Only then did he notice the environment he was in, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned even deeper: "The filth of the demon race dares to pollute my immortal body!"

The long sleeves were windless and automatic, and at some point there was a sword light in his hand.With a wave of his hand, the light of the sword turned into a thunderbolt in the clear sky, cutting the darkness into two!

Outside, Su Yu and Xu Zhou were fighting inextricably.

In terms of cultivation, Su Yu is even better.But she suffers from the fact that her body is too small to fully exert her strength, coupled with her arrogance and arrogance, she wants to make this Xuzhou, who does not distinguish between superior and inferior, suffer, and is eager to win, so she misses a lot of opportunities.

Just when she was getting more restless, she suddenly heard A Tun, who had been sitting obediently by the side, let out a scream, and her huge body fell to the ground with a bang.Immediately afterwards, a round of bright light burst out from its abdomen, illuminating the sky and the earth in an instant!

A huge impact hit the face, shaking Su Yu and Xu Zhou abruptly, and fell to the ground.

Su Yu covered her eyes with one hand, and shouted, "A Tun, what's wrong with you?"

The strong light affected her vision, and she could only find the vague figure of Aten for a while.Hearing Aten's wailing in pain, his body rolled to the side twice, and when it settled down, its size had shrunk by half.

Su Yu's heart shuddered, Aton was formed by the gathering of evil and resentment energy between heaven and earth, it was neither a living thing, nor had any real five sense organs, but half of its body size meant that its life was half lost.

Who is so powerful and hurt A Tun?

The bright light had faded, and she could finally look there.I saw that scheming kid and that child had come out of A-Tun's stomach at some point, lying side by side on the ground, motionless, and didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

And beside them, stood a man with long hair dancing gently in the night sky, but his face was indescribably stern.

He only heard him say coldly: "Who hurt him?"