The child also saw Ning Fan, with a trace of yearning shining in his eyes.
It's not unusual to see this kind of thing in this place. It was the same as in the ancient times of Daxia.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man squeezed through the crowd, hugged Ning Fan's feet, and cried: "This young hero, please buy my child. He is very capable. Just give him a mouthful of food."
It’s okay to be a cow or a horse.”
"You don't have to be so cruel to sell your own child, right?"
"There is a famine in my hometown, and there is nothing we can do about it." The middle-aged man wiped his tears.
Now Ning Fan could see that the middle-aged man definitely didn't do this kind of thing once or twice, and he was quite good at acting.
Look at the child again with his hands clenched in fists and his eyes fixed on Ning Fan.
"Xiao Fan, buy this child, just think of it as doing some good deeds. This kind of thing usually has no good results. Either he will become a slave or a victim." Gu Bo said.
"Um!"
If you see me, please help. Ning Fan asked: "How much does it cost?"
"Not too much, not too much, just five primeval stones."
"Huh, here you go."
Ning Fan didn't talk nonsense. After all, an innocent human life cannot be measured by anything.
After receiving the five yuan stones, the middle-aged man immediately took the child over and handed it to Ning Fan, and then fled immediately.
"Let's go, little devil!"
Just take him some distance first, find a good family, and give him to someone else to raise him.
There were too many people here, so Ning Fan asked the little boy to sit on the horse and walked out of the city gate.
Arriving at a small stream, Ning Fan was about to take a rest. He looked at the little boy and said, "What do you have in mind?"
The little boy shook his head and Gu Bo said: "He was poisoned by human traffickers and became mute."
After hearing this, Ning Fan touched the little boy's head sympathetically, but seeing that he was too weak to forcefully open the meridians blocked by the poison, we would wait a few days.
Along the way, the little boy did not fight or cry, and followed Ning Fan for a while.
After eating a lot of monsters, the little boy's body recovered quickly.
Five days later at night, Ning Fan opened up the little boy's meridians, and the pain made him grin.
"Okay, can you try to speak?"
The little boy tensed his little face, and after the pain subsided, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ning Fan.
"Hey, you know how to be grateful at such a young age?" Ning Fan asked with a smile.
"My mother said that a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring of water." The little boy's voice was clear and clear.
This allowed Ning Fan to see what he was like when he was a child. He had experienced a lot. Although he was young, his heart had already matured. This was the case with the boy in front of him.
"what's your name?"
The little boy paused: "My name is Xuanyuan!"
"Is this also the name your parents gave you?"
"No, it's me. My mother said that there was a great man in our past named Xuanyuan. My father is a bastard. I don't want to use the name he gave me."
"Okay, I won't ask about your past. I will find you a good family tomorrow."
Xuanyuan shook his head: "I don't want it, I want to learn martial arts from you."
"This kid is a good seedling. If he is well cultivated, he will have a promising future."
But Ning Fan doesn't have a good place to stay. It would be easier if he were on Earth.