Chapter Thirty-Two: The Night King (for further reading,
"Who is speaking?"
The little boy blurted out. Before he could react, he was suddenly bounced away by a force and his body rolled on the ground. As a result, he just happened to avoid the tail of the sandstone snake.
The snake's tail swept across, leaving a shallow trace on the ground.
When the two followers saw this, they breathed a sigh of relief and continued to persuade:
"Boss, forget it, a lesson is enough, let's go find some other fun!"
However, the broken-haired boy's eyes were red. Even the pet beast he was proud of could not defeat this poor man. He felt extremely insulted and roared:
"Sandstone Snake, use the stone cone, I don't believe he is so lucky every time!"
"Hiss!"
The sandstone snake gathered the earth elements and turned into two sharp stone vertebrae the size of fists. It was thrown out, but it was "accidentally" dodged again.
"This is……"
The thin little boy also felt something was wrong. It seemed that there was an invisible force pushing him to avoid the attack. He seemed to have thought of something and said in surprise:
"Is it your Majesty the God?"
Yet the sound just repeats:
"Want to understand the meaning of life?"
"Your Majesty, although I should think about it, I don't quite understand the meaning of life. There will be changes. But my mother taught me that if I have the ability, I should walk more roads and help more people.
I am a person who protects the weak from wind and rain, and the most important thing is to let my family live a good life. This may be the meaning of my life..."
The little boy hugged the wind cat and was constantly being pulled by the mysterious force to avoid attacks. It had a comic effect. He thought for a moment and answered with a simple and sincere answer.
The mysterious voice did not sound again, as if he left disappointed because he did not get a satisfactory answer.
"Hiss!"
Out of anger, the sandstone snake forced the little boy to the corner of the alley, spit out a large amount of yellow sand and swept away the gravel, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.
"It seems that I am such a bad person that I can't stand even the gods."
The little boy smiled bitterly, looking at the incoming Shizhu, he had no way to retreat, but he did not regret his answer, nor did he want to hand over the wind spirit cat.
He wants to protect others!
Just when he closed his eyes and prepared to face his fate of being seriously injured, the voice sounded again:
"as you wish!"
In the sky, the fog crow flew over, hanging down a large number of invisible spiritual puppet strings, which silently pierced the little boy's limbs and bound them tightly, just like a puppeteer picking up his string puppets.
, ready to start a grand performance.
This time the performance venue,
It’s the human world!
Bang bang bang!
Sharp gravel penetrated the wall, and the sand and dust exploded instantly, blurring the vision.
"Ruined!"
The two followers closed their eyes and trembled for fear of seeing a bloody person.
"You know what happens if you offend me!"
The boy with broken hair laughed, completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter.
However, just when he was about to turn around, a thin figure was reflected in his pupils, his eyes were indifferent, and his originally thin fist continued to enlarge in his field of vision!
boom!
The little boy struck out with a friendly punch and knocked the boy with broken hair straight away. He slid on the ground and passed out.
"Hiss!"
The sandstone snake on the side became angry when he saw this, spitting out sand and roaring towards the opponent. However, the little boy rolled to avoid the attack. When he got up, he already had a thin bamboo in his hand, which is the favorite "stick" weapon of children.
"The second form of the Mahakala Sword Dance - the falling shadow of the waning moon!"
Under the control of the mastermind behind the scenes, the little boy transformed into a master of swordsmanship. He was agile and used a stick instead of a sword. A blurry black reflection of the waning moon appeared behind him, as if he wanted to swallow everything. The sword intention of Mahakala contained in it spread, trapping the sandstone snake.
Lost in eternal darkness.
The little boy suddenly raised the wooden stick in his hand and hit the jaw of the sandstone snake that was about to spit out sand. It was so painful that it swallowed back the yellow sand that was about to spit out, and almost choked to death.
Then the offensive did not end. The long stick fell into the sky like a waning moon, sinking the ground. It slashed down with a whistling sound, hitting the snake's seven-inch position, shattering the snake's scales and leaving the flesh and blood blurred.
"hiss--"
The sandstone snake was hit in its weak point, its eyes widened, and it fell down stiffly, lying with its keeper.
This scene just happened in a flash of lightning and was witnessed by two followers who had just opened their eyes.
The guy in front of me actually defeated a powerful pet beast with a mortal body?
How can this be!?
How can weak humans defeat extraordinary creatures!
However, when they pinched their flesh, they realized that the scene in front of them was not a dream. Thinking that they had bullied this kid before, they couldn't help but tremble in their legs, fearing that they would also be retaliated against.
"Ahhhhh, help me..."
The two of them were so frightened that they crawled out of the alley. As for the "boss" who was still lying on the ground in a coma, he was abandoned by them!
The young man watched this scene quietly, like a swordsman in a stage play, aloof and arrogant. However, as the invisible thread on his body dispersed, the drama came to an end.
God, withdrew His puppet strings,
The hero will also return to life.
His limbs suddenly became sore from exerting too much force, and the pain in his muscles made him stagger and kneel on the ground. He looked at the weak wind spirit cat in his arms. Although he was on the verge of exhaustion, he still had a bright smile on his face:
"Thanks to your help, we are all safe!"
"Meow!(?′?`?)"
The wind spirit cat stretched out its tongue with small thorns and gently licked the little boy's dirty face, expressing closeness and gratitude, which made the little boy couldn't help but laugh:
"Haha, stop licking, it's so itchy..."
The Misty Crow controlled by Lu Yu looked at this scene, turned around and was about to leave, but a little boy's voice sounded behind him:
"Are you the incarnation of a god?"
The foggy crow stopped, turned around, and found the little boy standing timidly, looking at the black crow firmly, scratching his head, and said shyly:
"God Mingxiao appeared just after you fell. I had some guesses before, but now I am really sure. Thank you very much for your help. If you are injured, my mother will have to work hard to make money. I don't want her to be tired anymore."
Yes, thank you very much!”
As he said this, the little boy bowed to thank him and said sincerely:
"Thank you, Your Majesty the Night King, I will definitely repay you in the future!"
When he was manipulated as a puppet and used the Mahakala sword technique, the little boy also felt a hint of the sword's intention in it.
It was like seeing the god of night, who is eternally silent but embraces all things.
Master of the Great Dark Sky!
He is the king of the night!
thump!
When the mist crow heard this name, he staggered and almost fell, flapped his wings and flew away, disappearing into the sky in an instant.
"Yaoh……"
The little boy chanted repeatedly, his eyes serious, as if he wanted to carve the name firmly into his heart, then squatted down and said to the three-legged wind spirit cat:
"My name is Ling Xiaodong. I have a mother who loves me. Although my family's conditions are average, I still want to say, can you also be my family?"
"Meow!"
The wind spirit cat stretched out its small claws and covered Ling Xiaodong's hand without hesitation.
"Haha, let's call you Kung Fu, after all, Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu!"
"Meow?" Maomao was confused.
One person and one cat left the alley together...
The fog crow in the sky dispersed the mist that concealed its figure, and flew back into Lu Yu's room, disintegrating into countless transparent threads, which were taken back by the little spider.
"This cat is beyond my expectation..."
Lu Yu looked at the little boy's leaving figure thoughtfully. When he was trying to control the puppet, he originally wanted to use spider silk to block the attack of the stone cone. As a result, the three-legged cat's eyes lit up, causing Ling Xiaodong's speed to skyrocket, thus perfecting
Escape the attack.
Then there was the next scene.
"This cat does not seem to have lost a foot due to an acquired injury, but was born with it. In other words, it is a special individual."
Among extraordinary ethnic groups, due to the gathering and collision of a large number of spiritual beings, there will always be some mutated individuals, similar to genetic mutations in reality, but this kind of people born under extraordinary power are commonly known as special species.
The direction of mutation can be good or bad, some are color changes, some are physical changes, and some are changes in racial skills.
Wind Ling Cat's racial skill Feng Xing is supposed to make itself go with the wind and accelerate itself, which is a mid-level skill.
However, this three-legged cat can apply a lightness buff to others, reducing Ling Xiaodong's body weight by half, thus gaining unparalleled agility. Such an effect is at least a high-level skill.
Compared with its kind, this three-legged cat is equivalent to a lowly assassin turned into a noble mage.
The future potential is unlimited!
"Those who work for others should not be allowed to freeze to death in the snow."
Lu Yu smiled slightly. He was not a saint, but he admired such idealistic people.
Since you want to help, then do it. This is his attitude towards life. It is also his idea not to cause more trouble when meeting.
It's just that the title of Night King is a bit of a hit, but it's quite interesting.
Especially the word night, in the Chinese language of previous lives, looks very much like an eye.
And he possesses the eye of truth for all things.
"This kid seems to have comprehended a trace of the Mahakala Sword Intention. Although it is just a seed, it is equivalent to receiving the inheritance of the Sister of Heaven. It has infinite possibilities. I don't know whether he will be lost to everyone or become a legend in the future...
…”
I really feel like I have a vision of the mastermind controlling the fate of others.
“After watching the show for so long, I’m a little hungry!”
Lu Yu stretched out and was about to go downstairs to have a meal. Suddenly he remembered that he still owed the student council president a meal, so they could settle it together.
It's worth saving a little bit.
So I took out my phone and found the chat contact.
[Mu Crow: President, would you like to have breakfast together? 】
There was a reply soon.
[President: OK]
Lu Yu was also going to wash up. Girls should be more ink-stained, and they live a little far away, so it should take twenty or thirty minutes. Fortunately, the Xiao Long Bao shop downstairs is open until ten o'clock, and they are all freshly made, which does not affect the taste.
However, less than ten seconds later, the message was sent again.