When Chu Feiwu saw that he had suddenly leapt to the level of a third-order fighter, he was so surprised that he jumped up and down, barely stopping to rush over and pick up the girl and dance wildly.
After being promoted to the third-level fighter level, he felt that the power he possessed had increased a lot, and the fighting spirit in his body was still sufficient. It would not take long for him to break through to the great fighter level, but he still had something in his heart.
I'm a little worried. I wonder if the fighting spirit I have in my body will disappear inexplicably tomorrow?
Now, even if he was worried, it would be of no use, and everything could only take its course.
Then, the two introduced each other and started talking.
It turns out that the beautiful girl in front of him is sixteen years old this year, two years younger than him. Her name is Xiao Nier, and she is a third-level fighter. When she was six years old, her parents were killed. In order to avoid being chased by her enemies, she followed her grandfather.
, fled to this primeval forest and lived in secret seclusion.
When talking about her life experience, Xiao Nier's eyes were red, and tears were squeezed into her eyes without flowing out. As for which country she is from? What kind of status does she have? Why were her parents killed? She supports
Hemming and hawing and unwilling to reveal it, Chu Feiwu felt that Miss Xiao was pitiful and did not ask her any further questions.
Now that they knew each other, Chu Feiwu put away the magic sword and sent Miss Xiao home. It turned out that the wooden house on the platform over there was her current home. After the two arrived at the wooden house, Xiao Nier immediately entered the house and changed.
A set of snow-white long skirts, put the boy's clothes back on him.
Today, her grandfather went to collect medicine, but before he returned home, she was the only one left at home. After dinner just now, she went out for a walk. Unexpectedly, she actually ran into a monster? Originally, there were no monsters in this primitive forest.
There is no hidden magical beast? But today she encountered it inexplicably. It seems that this place may not be peaceful in the future?
Miss Xiao entered the kitchen and took out some food for the boy to enjoy. Chu Feiwu was not polite. He was really hungry after running around all afternoon. Now it was dark, and he had nowhere to go and could only stay.
I spent the night at Miss Xiao's house.
Chu Feiwu was chatting and eating with Miss Xiao. The two of them were very interested in each other. Since they had not left this forest for many years, Miss Xiao sat on a chair, holding her chin with her hands, and was very happy to listen to the young man talking about the outside world.
things.
At this time, Miss Xiao was wearing a snow-white long skirt, which further highlighted her exquisite and curvy figure. Chu Feiwu looked at the girl, feeling a little mesmerized.
Miss Xiao saw the young man's gaze lingering on her body. Her beautiful cheeks were a little red with embarrassment, but she seemed to be taking advantage of it. She looked at the young man with eyes that did not deliberately dodge, and occasionally showed affection.
Then, a short, fat old man with flowing white hair, who, like Grandpa Chu Feiwu, had reached the level of a ninth-level swordsman, was walking down the mountain road.
"grandfather------"
When Miss Xiao saw the old man, she immediately ran over, took down a basket full of herbs from his back, and happily introduced the young man to her grandfather.
The old man's name was Xiao Ju. When his granddaughter said that the young man in front of him had just injured a third-level monster with a magical crimson sword and saved her life, he looked at the young man and saw
When he saw a ring on his hand, his face changed slightly, but then he regained his smile and nodded to the young man, expressing his deep gratitude.
Chu Feiwu also smiled and said hello to Ms. Xiao's grandfather, but in his heart, he became a little wary, and deep in his soul, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness.