Chapter 2282: Retain

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The Kaitu Emperor was arrested in this way, leaving the dumbfounded three.

The three of them did not chase, it was because of the feeling given to them, this is the ancestor of their family.

Then the trio looked back at Zi Yan, and there was help in the eyes.

"Maybe I made a mistake. This is not a fantasy. It seems to be a test." After Ziyan seriously thought about it, Shen Sheng said.

"Test, what test?" Jiatu Mingtu asked.

"I don't know. Let's wait and see."

The things here are indeed beyond his expectations. At the moment, Zi Yan’s mind is reminiscent of the other party’s recent shots. Perhaps the three people can’t sense anything. They feel that they are only sealed and their strength is greatly reduced.

However, the purple scorpion who had learned to fight in close combat is very clear. The brave man used the technique of physical struggle, and the use of strength has been very clever.

Even if the two sides fight with energy, they will have no resistance.

“Where is this place?” Zi Yan’s heart is full of curiosity about this area.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour in the same place, there was finally a figure in their sight.

That is three people, three old people.

The three saints from the Jiatu family, after seeing the three old men, looked at each other and looked at each other incredulously.

"Do you know each other?" Zi Yan asked.

The three men nodded and looked very excited. The Jiatu Mingtu said directly: "One of them is the direct ancestor of my vein."

"How could this be?" Zi Yan heard a look.

I saw three people coming quickly. The clothes they wore were very simple, and even one of them was patched.

After coming to the front of the four people, the three of the Jiatu family were rushing to salute.

The sable is not clear, just standing in the field and not speaking.

The three old men did not go to see the purple scorpion, but looked up and down the three people. The expression was like watching the animals waiting for the transaction. The three people who looked at the scorpion suddenly looked away.

"Exactly one person, who chooses first?" The robes on the body were patched, and the old man who seemed to have a bad time was the first to say.

"Choose it, don't die," said the second old man.

The third person nodded, and then they randomly selected the people who were close to themselves and said, "Go!"

From the beginning to the end, the three old people did not go to see Ziyan, completely ignored.

When the three people left, they looked at Zi Yan in three steps. Obviously, the heart was still very embarrassing.

"Look at what you see, can you live tomorrow? You still don't know, and you have the mind to manage others?" One of the old men was indifferent.

Listening to the other person's sentence, it is to prove that the other party can see the purple scorpion, and indeed ignores the purple sable. And that sentence also contains deep meaning, but not tomorrow.

Is there any potential danger here?

It is said that in such a place that has been completely sealed with strength, once it is in danger, it must be a dangerous life.

But when I first arrived, Zi Yan didn't know what to do at this moment.

Waiting?

It seems that it can only be like this.

But in front of this village, like a ghost village, I saw that the house was not seen, and I continued to wait here and wait for something.

Looking around?

Zi Yan immediately dispelled this idea.

Apart from these dilapidated houses, nothing else can be seen. It is obviously impossible to enter those houses.

Looks like only waiting.

Soon it was an hour past, the sun gradually set to fall, and the purple scorpion had no chill in the heart.

The four people who had left before were not visible at the moment, and even the house in which the Kaitu Emperor figure could see was no longer heard the sound of tapping the iron.

Seeing that the sky is going to be dark, there are still no other people, and the purple eyes are a little panicky.

Just hesitating in his heart, whether to look around, I saw from outside the village, into an old man. The robe on his body has many patches, his face is old and his face is full of folds. His back was slightly awkward, carrying a pickaxe behind him, dragging his tired body and walking towards the distance.

The other party did not notice the purple scorpion and walked in the other direction. To the feeling of Zi Yan, this is a lonely old man with a bad family, no children and no women, living a very poor and hard working day.

Although I keep telling myself that this is the depth of the star road, it is impossible to have such a situation. But all that is in front of me is so real.

The tired eyes, the sly back, the wrinkles on the face, are so clearly visible.

After walking into the village and walking a hundred meters away, the old man seemed to notice something and turned his head to look at it.

He saw the purple sable, and the sable was looking at the first person who appeared after a long time. The two looked at each other and the purple scorpion saw a pair of filthy and tired scorpions.

The other person is like a real mortal old man, not the slightest person.

"Hey!" The other party found the purple cicada, looked up and down a few times, gave a horror, and then walked towards this side.

The other hand held the head of the pickaxe, one hand on the waist, where a rope was tied with a gourd. The gourd didn't know whether it was wine or water. The other party opened the stopper, and the old man's hand raised the gourd, took a sip, and then grinned with satisfaction.

Looking at each other's expression, Zi Yan guessed that it should be wine. At the same time, I guess this is an old man who knows how to enjoy.

He did not speak, looked at the other person quietly, the other party was strange, he had never seen it, the soul was suppressed, and he could not perceive the breath of the other party.

The old man came to the front of Zi Yan, looked up and down the purple, and then looked at the sky and said: "It is a poor little guy, are you willing to follow me?"

Zi Yan did not hesitate, nodded immediately, it seems that this is his only choice.

According to the old man of the previous Jiatu family, it seems that there is a danger here, which is not met during the day, perhaps at night.

"Let's go." The old man turned and held his tired body and walked toward the distance.

Zi Yan walked behind and looked at the old man's touch. He couldn't bear to say: "Old gentleman, is this something for me to help you?"

"No, the sky is dark, we have to speed up." The old man said no, but the speed is not very fast, which makes the purple more puzzled.

During the period, Ziyan passed through a house and found that the doors were closed. Occasionally, I heard the sounds in those houses, and there were people inside.

The old man’s residence is relatively backward. This is a wooden house and it is very rundown. Looking at the old man's dress, Zi Yan can also guess that the other's life has not been satisfactory, and it is normal to have such a shelter that can only block the wind and not cover the rain.

Entering the room, the old man put the pickaxe down against the wall, and the purple scorpion walked in. Not surprisingly, he did not see some decent furniture.

"It’s dark, close the door!” The old man opened his mouth again. This is the second sentence he said to Zi Yan.

Zi Yan nodded and took the door with him. But after his hand fell on the door, the expression on his face changed significantly.

It seems that there is not a wooden door in front of him, but an iron gate, which is extremely heavy.

Even the iron gate, the purple scorpion with the holy body, should be able to easily promote. Even if it is a mountain, the purple scorpion can still move it.

Can let him continue to work hard, this wooden door is not moving.

"How could this be?"

The purple enamel can feel that its energy is sealed, but the holy body is still there, and the power that is produced does not know how many times more powerful than the mortal, but it can still not shake the wooden door.

It was not until his hands were forced, the wooden door trembled gently, and then slowly moved.

And every time it moves, the sable will consume a lot of power.

At this moment, the old man stood behind the purple scorpion, watching the purple scorpion in the violent and tired eyes, it seems to have flashed a glimmer of light.

The door was closed, but the purple cicada was tired and almost stumbled. The back was leaning against the wooden door, and the body slowly sat down, constantly breathing, and it was full of sweat.

Just closing a door is harder than fighting the Holy King.

The room was dark and I could only hear the rapid gasping of the purple.

After that, an oil lamp released a dim light, which made the room have some light, but the light was too weak.

The brilliance of the purple scorpion flashed out, and took out a night pearl. The beads released bright light and gave the whole room a bright light.

I have to say that in such a run-down house, there is a night pearl that is incompatible with the environment here.

The old man glanced at the night pearl and said nothing.

"The old man, what the **** is going on?" The night pearl was placed on the wooden table, and Ziyan asked in confusion.

"I went to cook first, tired for a day, and then finished eating." When the old man finished, he walked into the side room, which seemed to be the kitchen.

"Old gentleman, I have some food here, I don't have to do it."

In the interpreter, Zi Yan took out some good food, which is among the space rings.

But he soon noticed some problems. The soul perception in this place has been blocked. According to the truth, it seems that it is impossible to get things. But he is now out, and it is very easy.

But when Zizi tried to put these things back, it was discovered that they could not be put back. That is to say, after things reach the world, they will not go back.

If you can't go back, you can't go back. Zi Yan doesn't feel bad. It's something to eat and a night pearl. It's nothing to stay here. What's more, the old gentleman also took care of himself.

"I want to eat yourself."

The old man walked into the kitchen~www.readwn.com~ After a while, two bowls of porridge-like things came out, and the color was black, and there was no appetite at first glance.

Zi Yan refused to give the old food to the old man, but was rejected by the other party.

After that, Zi Yan eats his own food, all kinds of light shines, all kinds of spiritual fluctuations, it is simply a sea of ​​seafood. The old man finished the two bowls of dark porridge and then drank a glass of gourd, which seemed to be very satisfying.

Packed up the tableware, did not pay attention to the purple pipa, he lost to the purple 宸 a more tattered clothes, said: "Today is sleepy, want to know what will be said to you tomorrow. The place is small, you Just come alive and sleep on the ground."

After that, the old man went back to sleep in the house.

Under normal circumstances, the purple scorpion, which has not been sleepy for hundreds of years and never sleeps, suddenly feels very sleepy. He takes a comfortable bedding from the spiritual ring and sleeps on the ground.

This night, I heard the wind faintly.

The next day, Zi Yan woke up and was stunned!