The old beggar turned a deaf ear to Jian Chen's words, and still nibbled on the half of the oily roast chicken, gnawing happily. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that he had not responded for a long time, the Wind Channeling Wolf, who was sitting next to the old beggar, immediately pestled him with his elbow and exclaimed, "Hey, hey!"

The old beggar stopped his movements and looked at him with confused eyes: "What's wrong?"

"What do you ask?"

The Wind Wolf glared at him and said viciously.

"Who?, ask me?"

The old beggar held the roast chicken, looked around blankly, and finally saw Jian Chen and asked, "This kind uncle, were you asking me just now?"

Jian Chen's brows were furrowed, his eyes never left the old beggar's eyes, he knocked lightly on the table, and asked, "Guo Bufu, you don't know me anymore?"

"Guo is not angry?"

The old beggar rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, and then wondered: "Who is Guo Bufu? I don't know him!"

As soon as these words came out, Jian Chen's brows furrowed even tighter.

From the old beggar's innocent eyes, all Jian Chen saw was a blank look, as if he was ...... I really don't know who Guo Bu is angry?

An An had also heard Jian Chen mention this old beggar who the Qingshou Ghost King wanted to hunt down and kill, and when he saw this, he asked with a smile: "Since you are not called Guo Bufu, then what is your surname?"

"What's my last name...... Who's the name?"

An An asked a very simple question, and he could give an answer without hesitation if he caught anyone on the street, but this simple question seemed to make him extremely confused when it came to the old beggar.

"You don't even know your name, do you?"

An An smiled and said, "Everyone in this world has a name, so what is your name?"

This made the old beggar even more stunned, and even threw his favorite roast chicken on the table, thought for a long time, and said carefully: "I seem to have heard them call me...... It's called Hanako, is this my name?"

"Of course not, that's what they scolded you, how can you use it as your own name!"

An An shook his head, seeing that the old beggar wanted to hold his head with his hands in his hands, looking in pain, he couldn't help but persuade: "Okay, I don't want to ask you, if you still eat this roast chicken, don't eat me!"

There was a loud bang of cups and saucers, and the old beggar suddenly seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and with one hand of his hands, he firmly protected the half of the roast chicken in his arms.

"It seems to be true. ”

An An turned his head sideways and said to Jian Chen, who was silent.

"Heartless...... Crazy?"

Jian Chen looked at the old beggar who was afraid that An An had robbed him of the roast chicken, and was unsure of the authenticity.

"It should be, and it looks like it's getting worse. ”

An An also glanced at the old beggar again, with thoughtful eyes.

Jian Chen nodded, the last time he saw the old beggar, he could still talk to himself a little normally, but this time, he even forgot his name.

With a sigh, the thoughts he had in his heart when he suddenly saw the old beggar suddenly fell through.

Originally, I thought that I would see if I could get some clues about the Qingshou Ghost King from the old beggar, but now that I see him like this, I have forgotten what my name is, and there is no need to mention the idea of this inquiry.

"Forget it, let him be, take it back and let Xiao Guo recognize it, see if it's his grandfather'......"

"Uncle. ”

As he spoke, he adjusted his facial expression and said to the old beggar as kindly as possible, "Will you come with us?"

"Let's go?" the old beggar was gnawing on the last chicken leg, and when he heard this, his face was vigilant, and he asked, "Where are you going?"

Jian Chen was helpless for a while, and said: "Don't worry, we don't want your wealth or harm your life, but we also guarantee that you have wine and meat for a meal, how about it?"

"That's a good feeling!"

The old beggar picked down the last trace of meat on the chicken leg, waved his big hand, and said arrogantly: "It's decided!"

Jian Chen sighed again, turned his head to An An and said, "It would be good if Senior Xiao was here, or let's find a few doctors on the way to take a look at him......

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Seven days later, the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines.

Since Xiao Mohe left, the already remote Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines has become even quieter, and even the huge sea of flowers has gradually become overgrown with weeds because no one has taken care of it.

On this day, from the misty platform of life and death, a cyan shadow floated down.

The shadow drifted very slowly, faintly in the mist, like a feather as light as nothing.

It wasn't until he pierced through the clouds and was about to fall into the valley that he could see that this shadow was a person!

The Ghost King of the Blue Head!

Always wear a green shirt, a ghost king with a ghost head!

His light skills have reached the realm of transformation, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to go down to the bottom without the help of the black eagle who is here, and he jumped like that, and he fell to the ground like a feather.

For.

Jumping from a great height, and stepping on the ground with both feet, he did not even bend his knees, and only the slightest sound could prove that it was a man of weight, not a feather.

After landing, the sharp gaze under the mask of the Qingshou Ghost King glanced around, and then he carried his hands behind his back, as if he was strolling leisurely, and slowly walked towards the sea of flowers.

He seemed to be walking very slowly, but in just a few breaths, he had already traveled half way through the sea of flowers that could barely be seen at a glance, and there was no way in the sea of flowers, but the Qingshou Ghost King seemed to be extremely familiar with the environment here, and he turned around, without any superfluous movements, and went straight to the small bamboo house where Xiao Mohe used to live.

After the sea of flowers is the medicine field, when you reach the medicine field, the green bamboo forest where the bamboo house is located is already in sight, and everything is no different from when Jian Chen and the others were in the valley before.

There is a difference, but in this small courtyard of the bamboo forest, which should be empty, there is a person sitting with a golden knife!

The Qingshou Ghost King was not surprised by this, he came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, it seems that he was looking for this person.

When he leisurely stepped into the courtyard gate, the man in the courtyard was tilting his neck, and he drank the liquor of a huge sea bowl.

The strength of this wine, even if it was still far away, a burst of rich aroma of wine penetrated through the mask of the Qingshou Ghost King and drilled straight into his nose.

"Good amount of alcohol!"

He stopped, stood at the courtyard gate, and sighed softly.

The person who was drinking had his back to him, and the power suit he was wearing was also cyan, and when he heard the admiration of the Qingshou Ghost King, he didn't look back, but just replied lightly: "You want to come too?"

The Qingshou Ghost King shook his head and said, "The old man has not drunk for forty years. ”

"Don't drink...... Then what are you doing with me?"

The man in the cyan suit poured himself another full bowl of spirits, raised the bowl to his lips, mocked, and drank it all in one go.

"I'm here to give you something back. ”

As he spoke, the right hand that was behind him stretched out, and at this time, he saw that he was holding a long sword with lightning in his hand.

From the constant shuttle light, it was faintly visible that the body of this sword was red.

Red as blood.