Chapter 55 Jiang Chulong, the little princess of the Yu Dynasty, has a golden destiny!

Murong Hai's pupils shrank slightly, and he was a little confused.

He never thought that the true disciple of Qingyuan Sect would be less powerful than a wounded bandit.

If Xiao'er had not been ambushed and had not suffered from the loss of martial arts experience, he would have won.

The martial arts of the disciples of the big sects are systematic, and they are much stronger than the wanderers and those from small sects.

Li Mo is equipped with a mysterious weapon, so he must be stronger than Xiao'er.

But...isn't this too easy?

There were almost no traces of fighting at the scene.

Even the blood knife that Xue Peng had made a lot of fame with was destroyed into pieces.

"Mr. Murong, you are here at the right time."

Li Mo threw the iron swallow away and said:

"Please trouble you to hand over Cui Peng's body to the government."

After the government verifies the identity, it will report to the Foreign Affairs Palace, saving him the trouble.

Carrying a corpse around, it's disgusting to think about it.

"Brother Li, you are really fierce."

After comparing secretly, Murong Xiao was full of admiration.

The internal breath is divided into three levels: Condensation, Jade Liquid, and Mysterious Pill. Each level is a different world.

He had sparred with his senior brother in the Condensation Realm. Even though he was strong, he was still at a disadvantage.

Even if Cui Peng was injured, he did not have the confidence to defeat him.

"What is this? Is it a hidden weapon?"

Murong Xiao picked up the iron swallow.

Before he could take a good look at it, Murong Hai slapped him away:

"Silly grandson, don't take anything in your hand."

"This hidden weapon doesn't look like it's poisoned..."

"This is not a hidden weapon, but a swallow in front of the hall."

Murong Hai shook his head.

He frowned and told the origin of this thing.

What he said was similar to what Shang Wu said.

"I don't want to participate in any Wuxian trial."

Hearing this, Murong Xiao shrank his neck and didn't even look at the iron swallow.

"It's a troubled time."

Murong Hai sighed, looked at Li Mo again, and his face became warmer:

"Those who can get Xiyu Tower to send Xiatangqianyan are all extremely vicious and difficult to deal with."

"Li Xiaoyou can kill him so easily, he deserves to be called a genius."

Speaking of this, he sighed again:

"I don't know how amazing and brilliant Miss Ying Bing, who is as famous as Li Xiaoyou, is."

"I have benefited a lot from her."

After Li Mo said this, he really missed Bingtuozi.

Two days.

Without Bingtuozi's feedback, Xiao Li always felt that something was missing.

Not long after, the government officials came and began to clean up the scene.

One after another looked at him, all mixed with awe and shock.

What are they doing at the age of sixteen?

He has already killed the inner breath realm lunatic with a flip of his hand.

[Congratulations to the host, successfully invested in 'Meng Can' and saved his life. 】

【Investment feedback: One year of martial arts enlightenment. 】

Thinking of this, he looked not far away.

The little beggar named Meng Can stood there awkwardly, staring at the rice bag that fell on the ground, but he didn't dare to come up to pick it up.

Li Mo smiled, bent down to pick up the rice bag, and patted the dust on it.

"Take it."

"Mr. Li, I didn't know he was a fugitive..."

Meng Can trembled and didn't dare to reach out to take it.

However, the rice bag was placed in his arms by the boy.

"I was going to find Cui Peng. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to find him so quickly. You didn't do anything wrong."

"And don't call me Mr. Li, it sounds weird."

Meng Can was stunned.

Seeing the boy's sunny smile, he felt like a spring breeze. He suddenly felt his eyes sore, and hurriedly wiped them with his little hands, and his dirty face became even more embarrassed.

"Brother Li, you are a good person just like Sister Stuttering."

"Who is Sister Stuttering you are talking about? Can you take me to see her?"

Li Mo asked gently.

Meng Can's little face suddenly became tangled. After struggling for a moment, he whispered:

"Sister Stuttering said that we can't talk about her with outsiders, and we can't bring anyone there casually."

Hmm...

Li Mo was thoughtful.

This cautious demeanor seemed to be avoiding something?

Even if this 'Sister Stuttering' is not the person Bing Tuozi is looking for, it's probably not simple.

Maybe she is a suitable investment target.

"But she is sick now, and she is very sick."

"Brother Li, can you save her?"

Meng Can was like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw.

Investment genius Li Mo smiled and said:

"What a coincidence, I have good medical skills, and I guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease."

The worst of his pills are six-patterned.

For external injuries, there is Baihua Ninglu ointment, for internal injuries, there is Wuyun Zilingdan, for detoxification, there is Quhuidan... Even if it is difficult to tell, there is tiger bone Yang-enhancing wine.

Any disease can be cured = good medical skills.

Nothing wrong.

......

Nijiao Lane.

The yard has been in disrepair for a long time, and the walls have collapsed in several places. There is a sense of desolation that is about to return to nature.

"Why hasn't Brother Can come back yet?"

"Will he be in trouble?"

"I heard from Grandpa Hualian that there are kind people on the street giving out porridge and rice today. I'm so hungry, wuwu..."

"Aba ah ba."

Several little kids with dirty faces and ragged bodies looked out.

Just like the yard without any good things, these little kids are not normal children. Some are lame, some are missing an arm, and some have lost their tongues and can't speak.

"Is Xiaocan not back yet?"

A little beggar with healthy limbs and slightly older age came in and put down the rags and wild vegetables he had just picked up.

The little kids shook their heads, their eyes at a loss.

"How is Sister Stuttering's illness?"

He asked again.

"She's still having a fever. I just changed her wet cloth."

"She was in pain for a while, and now she's asleep."

"Should we ask a doctor to see Sister Stuttering? She seems to be in a lot of trouble..."

"It will cost at least a few taels of silver to see a doctor. We don't have money..."

"Ah Ba Ah Ba."

Listening to their chatter.

The slightly older little beggar raised his hand and carefully took out a small piece of yellowed salt from his arms.

"You guys go cook first."

With that, he went into the room.

The little kids were overjoyed and suddenly became lively, as if it was New Year's Day. Some went to get firewood, some went to get a half-broken clay pot, and they started a fire in a hurry.

In the room.

Although it was called a room, there was actually no door. When you looked up, you could see the cloudy sky.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old female beggar was lying on the weeds. Her ragged clothes could barely be seen to be originally light blue. Her face was covered with dirt and her eyes were covered with cloth.

She heard footsteps and her ears moved slightly.

"Stuttering sister, it's me. Are you feeling better?"

"No... It's okay... Don't... worry about me."

"Just rest... for a while... I'll be fine."

Her hoarse voice was intermittent. She was sick again now, and it seemed that she had used up all her strength to say a simple sentence.

"Then I won't bother you. I'll call you when we eat later."

The little beggar sighed and turned to go out.

But before he could leave, he heard a voice behind him:

"Can't... Can't go... steal things..."

"Got it."

Jiang Chulong's breathing became smoother and she curled up.

She was hot all over, but she felt cold coming from all directions.

Her chest, where the source of her confidence once lay, allowed her to hear the sound of thousands of swords.

Now it has turned into an invisible abyss, swallowing her bit by bit with endless emptiness.

"Am I... going to die?"

Jiang Chulong thought woodenly.

She was a little sad, but hunger and weakness made her unable to even have the strength to love or hate.

After a person dies, can he see someone he will never see again?

Mother...

Suddenly there was a commotion at the door.

"Brother Can, you're back!"

"Wow, it's rice!"

"Who is this big brother? Why did you bring someone back?"

"He is the good man who distributes food to us, and he can save Sister Jieba..."

Meng Can was explaining anxiously.

Li Mo's eyes passed over the group of little kids and saw the blindfolded little beggar lying in the dilapidated house.

The moment the God of Destiny swept across the other party.

His breathing stagnated for a moment.

[Name: Jiang Chulong]

[Age: 15]

[Root bone: Tianzun Emperor Sword Bone (missing), Wild Grass Sword Bone is being born. ]

[Realm: None. ]

[Destiny: Gold]

[Evaluation: The youngest daughter of Emperor Dayu, born with a sword fetus, was robbed of her sword bone by her elder brother, the crown prince, at the age of fourteen. However, the sword bone was born because of her, but she was not made by the sword bone. If she can wipe away the dust in her heart and make up for herself, she may be one step closer to the origin of the sword. ]

[Recent experience: She was exiled to marry by Emperor Jingtai of Dayu. On the way, she escaped with the help of her mother's old friend. She is being hunted down, and her sword bone was taken away. The loss of vitality damaged her foundation, which will have an irreversible impact on the future. ]