Leaving the hall with an indifferent expression, some distracted Xiao Yan slowly climbed up the back mountain of the family according to his usual habits, sat on the mountain wall, and calmly looked at the steep mountains shrouded in fog on the opposite side, which was the famous Warcraft Mountains of the Garma Empire.
"Ha ha, strength... In this world, there is no strength, even a piece of shit is not as good as a piece of shit. At least, no one dares to step on it!" The shoulders shrugged gently, and the teenager's low self-ridicule, with grief and indignation, slowly wandered on the top of the mountain.
Ten fingers were inserted into a black hair, and Xiao Yan's teeth bit his lips tightly, allowing the faint blood to spread at the corners of his mouth. Although he did not show any inappropriate emotions in the hall, Na Lan Yanran's words were like a knife cutting in his heart, making Xiao Yan tremble all over...
"Today's insult, I don't want to suffer again!" Spread out the left hand with a blood stain, Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse but firm.
"Hey hey, little doll, it seems that you need help?"
Just as Xiao Yan engraved the oath in his heart, an old strange laughter suddenly came to his ears.
As soon as his little face changed, Xiao Yan suddenly turned around, and his eagle-like sharp eyes glanced behind him, but no half-person figure was found...
"Hey hey, don't look for it. It's on your finger."
Just when Xiao Yan thought it was just an illusion, the strange laughter came out again.
As soon as his eyes shrank, Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly stopped on his right hand... the black quaint ring.
"Are you talking?" Xiao Yanqiang resisted the panic in his heart and tried to calm his voice.
"The little doll's strength is not bad, but she was not scared to jump down." In the ring, there was a joking laugh.
"Who are you? Why in my ring? What do you want to do?
After a little silence, Xiao Yan asked the key question clearly.
"Don't worry about who I am. Anyway, it won't hurt you. Alas, after so many years, I've finally met a person who has passed the strength of soul. It's really lucky. Hey hey, but I still have to thank the little doll for the worship for the past three years. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to continue to sleep."
"Feeding?" He blinked doubtfully. After a while, Xiao Yan's little face suddenly became gloomy, and the cold words jumped out of his teeth with difficulty: "Is it you who did the fighting spirit that disappeared in my body inexplicably?"
"Hey hey, I'm also forced to be helpless. Don't blame the little doll."
"Fash your mother!"
Xiao Yan, who has always been self-proclaimed of being calm, suddenly jumped up like a madman at this moment. His little face was full of ferociousness. Regardless of whether it was a relic left by his mother, Lima pulled off the ring on his finger without thinking, and then threw it out to the steep...
As soon as the ring left his hand, Xiao Yan's heart suddenly cleared up. He hurriedly reached out his hand to grab it, but the ring that left his hand had fallen straight off the cliff...
Looking at the ring that disappeared in the fog, Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment. His little face slowly calmed down and patted his forehead regretfully: "Idiot, it's too reckless, too reckless!"
I just learned that the culprit of his humiliation for three years turned out to be the ring he had been wearing. No wonder Xiao Yan was out of control like this.
After sitting on the edge of the cliff for a while, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly, got up, turned around, and his eyes suddenly stared, and his fingers pointed to the thing in front of him tremblingly...
After sitting on the edge of the cliff for a while, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly, got up, turned around, his eyes stared fiercely, and his fingers tremblingly pointed to the thing in front of him...
In front of Xiao Yan, a dark and simple ring was floating at this time. The most shocking thing for Xiao Yan was that a transparent old man's figure was floating above the ring...
"Hey hey, little doll, you don't have to be so angry, do you? Isn't it just absorbing your fighting spirit for three years? The transparent old man stared at Xiao Yan with a smile and said.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and Xiao Yan's voice suppressed his anger: "Old man, since you are hiding in the ring, you should also know how much ridicule you have brought me because you absorbed my fighting spirit?"
"But in the past three years of ridicule, you have grown up, haven't you? Do you think you could have the patience and mind like now if it were three years ago? The old man smiled indifferently and said lightly.
With a frown, Xiao Yan's mood gradually calmed down. After the rage, joy followed. Now that he knew the mystery of the disappearance of the fighting spirit, now his talent must have returned!
As long as he thought that he finally had a chance to take off the title of waste, Xiao Yan's body almost became as comfortable as rebirth at this moment. The hateful old man in front of him didn't seem to be too annoying.
Some things can only be known when they are lost! Lost and recovered will make people cherish it more!
Gently stretching his wrist, Xiao Yan took a long breath and raised his head and said, "Although I don't know who you are, I want to ask, do you still want to cling to the ring to absorb my fighting spirit in the future? If that's the case, I advise you to find another host. I can't afford to support you.
"Hey hey, others don't have the strong soul perception as you are." The old man touched a beard and smiled: "Since I have chosen to show up myself, I will naturally not absorb your fighting spirit until I get your permission."
Xiao Yan rolled his eyes and sneered. He had made up his mind that no matter how clever this old thing was, he would not let him follow him again.
"Little doll, do you want to become stronger? Do you want to be respected by others?" Although his heart had been divided into the side of the old man so as not to provoke, Xiao Yan's heart still couldn't help beating in these words.
"Now that I know the reason why the fighting spirit has disappeared, do I still need you to become stronger with my talent?" Taking a slow breath, Xiao Yan said lightly. He knew in his heart that there was no free lunch in the world. It was not a wise decision to accept the favor of a mysterious person inexplicably.
"Little baby, your talent is very good, but you have to know that you are fifteen years old now, and your fighting spirit is only the third stage. I seem to have heard that you should have a coming-of-age ceremony next year, right? Do you think you can soar to seven levels of fighting in just one year by practicing diligently? And you have bet with that girl for three years before. The talent of that doll will not be much lower than yours. It's not so easy for you to catch up with her and surpass her. The old man's wrinkled old face is like a blooming chrysanthemum at this moment.
"If you hadn't absorbed my fighting spirit, would I have been so humiliated by her? You old bastard!" Being stabbed to the sore part of the old man, Xiao Yan's little face was gloomy again, and he gritted his teeth and cursed in anger.
After a big curse, Xiao Yan fell down again. At this point, no matter how you scold, it doesn't help. The foundation of the cultivation of fighting spirit is particularly important. At that time, he practiced qi at the age of four and practiced for six years before he had nine levels of fighting spirit. Even if his talent has recovered now, it is basically impossible to practice to seven levels of fighting spirit within a year...
With a sigh of frustration, Xiao Yan's eyes looked at the transparent old man who pretended to be unfathomable. His heart moved and curled his lips and said, "Do you have a way?"
"Maybe." The old man said with a vague smile.
"You helped me achieve seven levels of fighting in a year. You used to absorb my three years of fighting, so you wrote it off. How about that?" Xiao Yan asked tentatively.
"Hey hey, the little doll is easy to calculate."
"If you don't help me, why should I bring an oil bottle with me? In my opinion, you'd better find another unlucky man..." Xiao Yan sneered and chatted for a moment. He also saw that the transparent old man did not seem to be able to absorb other people's fighting spirit casually.
"You don't look like a 15-year-old boy at all. It seems that you have really grown a lot in the past three years. Can this be regarded as my own self-defeat?" Looking at the slippery Xiao Yan, the old man was stunned and immediately shook his head crying and laughing.
Xiao Yan spread out his hands and said faintly, "If you want me to continue to offer you, you have to show some sincerity, right?"
"What a sharp-mouthed little doll. OK, okay, who will let the old man and I beg you for this little guy?" He nodded helplessly. The old man lowered his figure to the ground, and his eyes looked at Xiao Yan several times. A treacherous and strange smile appeared on his face quickly, which immediately dissipated and hesitated for a while. It seemed that he said reluctantly, "Do you want to be a pharmacist?"
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