Eight hundred and fortieth chapters two hundred-year-old child
"Then... well, you give me a spar, and I can answer any questions you have." The little boy failed to sell clothes, with a look of regret on his face.
"This... well, I don't have many crystals left, just one!" Zhao Yuan pretended to grit his teeth, summoned a crystal from the Sumeru Ring and handed it to the little boy.
There are thousands of crystals in Zhao Yuan's Sumeru Ring, but there is something strange about this place. He doesn't dare to show off his wealth and cause unnecessary disaster.
"Yeah, you ask!" The little boy took the crystal with a look of joy on his face. He carefully put away the crystal, put away the small and exquisite flying sword, and dropped it to the ground.
"Is the castle safe?" Zhao Yuan went straight to the point.
"It's safe. As long as you don't reveal that you are a newcomer, usually no one will cause trouble for you." The little boy nodded affirmatively.
"But how do you pretend that you are not a newcomer?"
"This...this...as long as you are a little more arrogant...people here are always bullying good and fearing evil...but I am not bullying good and fearing evil!" The little boy defended himself after speaking.
"I know, kid, what's your name?" Zhao Yuan didn't intend to ask for too much information on this child. Faced with preconceptions, as long as he made sure the castle was safe, Zhao Yuan could find a way to figure out the rules of the game in this world.
For Zhao Yuan now, as long as he comes into contact with humans, he can get information immediately. The castle in the plain is extremely prosperous and there are many cultivators. It is the best way to inquire about information in such places.
"They all call me Little Keke."
"Xiao Ke Ke... doesn't he have an official name?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"No." Xiao Keke shook his head, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Zhao Yuan's words seemed to prick his sadness.
"How old are you?" Zhao Yuan quickly changed the subject.
"More than two hundred years old..."
"Ah..." Zhao Yuan's body seemed to be pricked by needles. He suddenly stepped back a few feet and looked at Xiao Keke with a blank expression. He really couldn't believe that this seemingly harmless child was already over 200 years old.
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"I came here when I was eight years old and have lived here for more than two hundred years." Xiao Keke rolled his eyes and said with a strange expression on his face: "In this great sand formation, no matter who comes in, the body will stop.
grow.”
"Never grow old?" Zhao Yuan was shocked. He didn't expect that this formation had such a mystery. Wouldn't it be equivalent to immortality?
"What a beautiful idea you have! It's just that the body cannot develop. When it's time to die, you still have to die." Xiao Keke pursed her lips, and a trace of maturity appeared on her originally innocent face.
"Are you pretending?" Zhao Yuan was startled by Xiao Keke's mature expression, and stepped back again. He felt that these two hundred children were actually full of dangers.
"Hehe, don't worry, Xiao Keke is not interested in killing people. He only occasionally uses his appearance to deceive newcomers and get some benefits. Besides, looking at this stupid zombie, I should have given him a second thought. It is not easy to kill him, so I won't take the risk.
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"Little baby, if you call me stupid zombie again, I will try my best not to kill you after hundreds of years of cultivation!" The King of Zombies was stimulated when he heard the word "zombie".
Staring at Xiao Keke, he was filled with the aura of looking down on the world.
"Damn, he is indeed a ruthless character. Little Keke has lost his sight..."
Xiao Keke was so frightened by the boiling murderous intent of the King of Corpses that he backed away repeatedly, almost falling to the ground, covering his chest with a look of panic on his face.
"Hmph, I am the King of Ten Thousand Corpses, do you understand? I am the owner of all corpses!" The King of Ten Thousand Corpses was very satisfied with Xiao Keke's performance, and said with high spirits and high spirits, holding his bare head high.
"I understand. Well, judging from how poor you are, I'm too lazy to waste time with you. Xiao Keke wants to go out and bang his luck... Hey, by the way, for the sake of a spar, Xiao Keke
I also give you a free message. In this Sha Miao Formation, the senses of all cultivators will degrade, which means that when anyone sneaks up on you, you may not be able to detect it."
"I see……"
Zhao Yuan had a look of astonishment, and then he suddenly realized. He remembered that when he first fell into the Shamiao Formation from the prehistoric area, he didn't find the two green-robed Taoist priests playing chess, and just now, these two
Xiao Keke, who was over a hundred years old, was several feet behind him, but he didn't realize that it turned out that it wasn't their cultivation level that was high, but that the formation limited the abilities of the cultivators.
At the same time, Zhao Yuan thought that when he and the King of Corpses were hiding in the grass, the two cultivators did not notice it. They must have been affected by the formation, and their ears and eyes were not as sharp as before.
"Hey, you better be careful. Many new people come in. Although they are powerful, they lose their lives stupidly. In addition, in this world, there are very few children. People need to find a place to vent their love, so besides
People like me, who look like a child, are out of the market. If a grown man like you wants to survive, he must be ruthless. Remember this! In Shamiao City, only by being evil can you have a future!"
"Evil guy..." Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly.
"Looking at you, it's difficult to be a bad person. However, this zombie... this friend of yours is quite murderous. With him protecting you, there shouldn't be much of a problem." Xiao Keke glanced at the place among the thousands of corpses.
Wang glanced at him with a hint of awe in his eyes.
Zhao Yuan couldn't understand why Xiao Keke was afraid of the King of Ten Thousand Corpses, because the King of Ten Thousand Corpses never showed its powerful power from beginning to end.
In fact, Zhao Yuan didn't know that Xiao Keke had been following them, and he also witnessed the King of Zombies awakening hundreds of walking dead and skeleton zombies...
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Xiao Keke didn't seem to want to get involved with Zhao Yuan, so he made some random remarks and then excused himself to leave.
Zhao Yuan himself didn't want to be with an old and cunning "child". He always felt weird. Seeing that Xiao Keke was gone, he was naturally happy and dragged the Dynasty of Ten Thousand Corpses towards Sha Miao City.
Looking from the mountains, Shamiao City seemed to be right in front of them. However, after reaching the plain, Zhao Yuan discovered that the place where they were chatting with Xiao Keke was at least dozens of miles away from Shamiao City.
In order to avoid revealing the newcomer's identity, Zhao Yuan did not fly with a sword, and also re-dressed the King of Corpses.
According to the earth's measurement method, the height of the King of Corpses is at least 1.9 meters. The clothes on Zhao Yuan's body are not suitable for the King of Corpses. Although the bathrobe is wide, it only covers the knees of the King of Corpses.
A pair of skinny, hairless black legs were exposed, creating a strong visual impact with the snow-white bathrobe.
Zhao Yuan put on the King of Ten Thousand Corpses a pair of leather shoes bought on Earth. However, the King of Ten Thousand Corpses' feet were too big, so Zhao Yuan had to cut off the front of the pair of designer leather shoes worth tens of thousands of yuan to let the King of Ten Thousand Corpses.
The king's toes are exposed. Fortunately, although the feet of the King of Corpses are long, the skeleton is covered with a little skin, so the problem of getting in and out is not big. Otherwise, Zhao Yuan can only let him walk barefoot.
Already.
After putting on his leather shoes, Zhao Yuan found a peaked cap and put it on the King of Corpses to cover his bald head. That skinny head was really eye-catching.
After dressing up, the King of Corpses looked extremely weird, but it was less eerie and more funny.
"Okay, they won't be displeased with you anymore!" Zhao Yuan looked at the funny look of the King of Corpses, restrained his urge to burst into laughter, and clapped his hands.
"Why do they dislike me?" The King of Corpses looked suspicious.
"Do you think a normal human being would have a good impression of a corpse?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"No...but, I am the King of Ten Thousand Corpses!" A trace of pride appeared on the face of the King of Ten Thousand Corpses.