"No need, I'm not here to save you, it's just these people who provoked me." Ye Qinghuan said calmly.
"Ask your people to take care of this place. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
"Senior." Wang Xingwang shouted quickly, "I know that senior didn't come to save us specifically, but after all, he came to save the lives of a group of brothers from our Lion Heart Society. This Prisoner Dragon Gang has always had no bottom line in its work and has done many evil things. Senior's move is for
Get rid of harm to the people.”
"I think you misunderstood. I am not a good person. I neither want to help others nor do I want to do harm to the people." Ye Qinghuan said casually, "I killed them just because they provoked me, that's all.
.”
Wang Xingwang suddenly understood Ye Qinghuan's character in his heart. He cupped his fists and said, "Senior, have you just come here? I don't know what happened to you. If our Lion Heart Club can help, I, Wang Xingwang, will never refuse."
Ye Qinghuan's heart moved. Originally, he wanted to leave directly, but now he was too lazy to bother and said: "Well, you can find a place to live first, and we will talk about the rest later."
"Okay, senior, I'll take you there right now." Wang Xingwang said happily.
This senior is simply too powerful. If we can establish a relationship with him, it will undoubtedly be a great opportunity for the Lion Heart Club.
Wang Xingwang ordered his younger brothers to deal with the scene, and then personally took Ye Qinghuan to their residence.
Wang Xingwang brought Ye Qinghuan to the place. It was just an ordinary three-story building, but in Jiuquan, it was already considered a good building.
The small building was quite clean and had everything available, but Ye Qinghuan didn't care. He never cared about these things.
"Okay, come see me again tomorrow." Ye Qinghuan directly ordered Wang Xingwang.
"Okay, senior, I'll leave first." Wang Xingwang said respectfully without any dissatisfaction.
He saw that Ye Qinghuan didn't like to be verbose, so he left directly after finishing speaking.
Ye Qinghuan and Tan Ying exchanged a few words casually, then each went to find a room to rest.
Ye Qinghuan took the child to his room and asked him to take off his clothes. The child's skinny body was immediately exposed.
What's even more dazzling is the broken arm at shoulder level!
"What's your name?" Ye Qinghuan asked gently.
Perhaps it was because they were both hemophiles, but Ye Qinghuan's attitude was much better than that of others.
As a blood-phagating body, he travels across the universe, killing and bloodthirsty. He has met countless mortal monks, but he has never seen a second blood-phagating body.
Strictly speaking, this child is the only one of his kind.
In him, Ye Qinghuan saw his former self, silent and at the mercy of others, until one day he awakened to the hemophagocytic body.
The only difference about this child is that he was born on earth, and the spiritual energy here is too thin. If he hadn't met Ye Qinghuan, he would never be able to practice or cultivate the hemophagocytic body.
Perhaps the hemophagocytosis has not yet awakened, but the child's eyes were very clear. He looked at Ye Qinghuan and shook his head.
He didn't have a name. When he was in the Qilong Gang, he only had a number, but he never wanted to mention it again.
"Then I will give you a name, let's call it Xiaobei." Perhaps because he and the child were both hemophiles, Ye Qinghuan clearly felt what he meant, "Just follow my surname. My name is Ye Qinghuan.
Then he was called Ye Xiaobei."
"Ye Xiaobei."
The child murmured softly, and then nodded heavily.
This is a brand new name, and it also represents the beginning of a comprehensive journey. He can finally get rid of his old life.
"If you are willing, I would like to accept you as my disciple!" Ye Qinghuan looked at Xiaobei and said.
This could be said to be the first time he asked for people's opinions. Ye Qinghuan always thought highly of himself and rarely took people seriously.
As for Xiaobei, he was slightly soft-hearted.
Hemophagocytos, I’m afraid there will never be a third one in this world.
"master!"
Xiaobei didn't hesitate at all. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times!
After the kowtow, Xiaobei's head was still on the ground. He couldn't hold it back for a moment, and his tears actually flowed out.
He was an orphan since he was a child and lived outside. Later, he was caught by the Qilong Gang, who cut off his arm and tortured him, forcing him to beg outside.
This teenage boy's body was tortured to a state of disgrace, his heart was dead, he had no hope, and he lived in numbness every day.
Knowing that Ye Qinghuan appeared and destroyed the Prisoner Dragon Gang with thunderous force once again ignited a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Ye Qinghuan's gentleness also made him feel the warmth of home. For a moment, his eyes could no longer hold back and started to flow out.
But he didn't speak. He was a silent boy. Years of torture had made him taciturn. He no longer knew how to communicate normally with others.
"Okay, get up."
Ye Qinghuan said calmly, his tone surprisingly gentle.
He once traveled the universe alone, with no brothers, friends, and no companions or disciples. He relied on killing as his companion, and only then became the God of Killing in the universe.
The only person who had any interaction with Ye Qinghuan was probably the young lady whom Ye Qinghuan had forced herself to have sex with, and who had been chasing Ye Qinghuan for countless years.
Although the two were enemies, the crazy woman was probably the one who understood Ye Qinghuan best.
This shows how desolate and lonely Ye Qinghuan once was.
Ye Qinghuan's arrogance made him always maintain a vague sense of distance from everyone on earth.
Xiaobei is Ye Qinghuan’s first true disciple in this life, and the only one of his kind!
He also liked this child's character very much. In his heart, Ye Qinghuan actually felt that he regarded Xiaobei as his own child.
Ye Qinghuan helped Xiaobei up and looked at his broken arm. There was only a scarred wound there, which looked particularly dazzling.
"Don't worry, one day, I will let your arm grow back." Ye Qinghuan said decisively.
As long as your cultivation reaches a certain level, it is not difficult to regenerate a broken arm. Xiaobei is his disciple, and Ye Qinghuan will definitely make his arm grow back!
Xiaobei's eyes trembled slightly, he couldn't believe that his arms could actually grow back.
At this moment, Xiaobei's heart suddenly trembled, and the fire of hope was rekindled in his heart.
Although he didn't know why this man was so kind to him, he could feel that this man was really good to him and tried his best to help him.
This is enough!
Xiaobei believed in his heart that this man was his master, but whatever happened in the future, even if he lost his life, he would still be his master!
Ye Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, which method he should teach Xiaobei.
The one that is most suitable for Xiaobei is undoubtedly the blood-killing technique that Ye Qinghuan practiced before. This is simply a training technique tailor-made for the blood-devouring body.
But he didn't want Xiaobei to follow his old path and become a machine that only knew how to kill.
But other magic arts, and the Blood-Slaying Art, must be inferior after all!
"Okay, now I will teach you the method of cultivation, and you can follow my spiritual consciousness to understand it carefully."
After all, Ye Qinghuan was not a hesitant person. After thinking for a moment, he made up his mind.