In the dark canyon, wild beasts are everywhere, and an unacceptable stench scent emitting an unacceptable stench in the air.

At this time, a tall boy covered in blood was lying among the bones, which was Luo Feng.

Luo Feng was not dead. When he jumped off the cliff, he used the Yaqi Tai Knife to penetrate into the cliff stone wall to buffer, and then he survived the impact of the falling inertia under the terrifying vitality of the Di family's bloodline.

However, Luo Feng also paid a heavy price.

At this time, he curled up in the corner and breathed weakly. His white ribs penetrated his muscles and skin, exposed to the air, and his right leg twisted ninety degrees, showing a strange angle.

The Yakita Taku is hanging obliquely from three hundred meters above the sky, emitting a faint blue luster.

"Who are you...?" Luo Feng squeezed out a voice from his throat that could barely make the two people in front of him hear clearly.

At this time, only two people were seen standing in front of Luo Feng.

To be precise, it is an adult man and a eleven or two little boy.

The adult man was as handsome as a charming person, wearing a clean velvet fox suit moving with the wind, emitting a gust of sandalwood.

The little boy seemed to be a delicate ceramic doll, holding the hand of a handsome man, and his mature and sophisticated eyes looked straight at Luo Feng, as if he was not an eleven or twelve-year-old child at all, but under his tender body, he was a sixty-year-old under his tender body.

The soul of the old man.

The child came to Luo Feng and said indifferently, "The person who saved you, some people don't want you to die, so you can't die now."

As he said that, the child turned to the handsome man, as if he had changed a different person again, and said cutely, "Brother, please trouble you."

The handsome man glanced at Luo Feng stiffly, and walked forward silently and glanced at Luo Feng briefly. He ignored Luo Feng's ribs exposed to the air, and directly picked them up rudely. Luo Feng wailed in pain.

The little boy sneered, "What's the name? Isn't it just a little bit of injury? You are far inferior to my male god. I really don't know why the male god asked me to protect you secretly."

......

When Luo Feng woke up, it was the second day before the Damocles Stone ahead of the major forces.

At this time, he was wrapped in bandages all over his body. The terrifying repair ability of the Di family bloodline was repairing several fatal wounds on his body at an astonishing speed.

The little boy opposite was hiding in the arms of a handsome man, and hit a hache, with big eyes with tears.

"Awaken?" said the little boy.

"Who sent you?" Luo Feng said, "Is it a Chinese?"

The little boy pointed to his green pupils, "Do you look like a Chinese? I am a mixed-race person, but you can speak Chinese language. You are so stupid."

"Isn't a Chinese power?" Luo Feng wanted to move his body, but the severe pain in his ribs almost made him vent his anger. He could only keep it still, and then he looked at this strange combination.

, "Who sent you here? I almost died yesterday, and I didn't see you take action."

The little boy glanced at Luo Feng, and his tone was as experienced as an old man, "There are so many people, I'm not going to die if I go. Besides, it would be great if I could go down to find you. Just move. If it weren't for my male god, I'm going to see you.

I don't care about you, I'm so stupid."

Luo Feng was speechless, was he scolded by a little kid?

"Wait, you are only eleven or twelve years old, how did you come in?" Luo Feng found something was wrong.

"You have to care," the little boy seemed to hate Luo Feng very much and glared at Luo Feng fiercely.

"Then you should tell me who asked you to save me?"

"Of course he is the world's number one handsome man, the world's number one genius, and the world's number one, Wushuang is so great."

"You...what did you say? Did you send me by Di Wushuang?" Luo Feng was extremely shocked.

Why did the big brother I have never met send someone to protect me?

"He should have no reason to protect me, right?" Luo Fengxu narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

The little boy glanced at Luo Feng disdainfully and sneered, "I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that they are all people of the Di family bloodline. How could my male god let a tribe who can threaten him appear, right?"

Before Luo Feng could speak, the little boy mocked, "I found that you are really terrible. What qualifications do you have to compare with my male god?"

"Young Master Di Wushuang is at your 19-year-old, he has been stepping on the corpses of the weak chickens in the exiled fairyland and suppressing all the geniuses in the new era. Looking at you again, it is really embarrassing."

"What's the hell!!!!" Luo Fengxin twitched violently and almost pulled out a machete that was forty meters away.

"Are you looking for this?" The child pointed to an object over the bonfire in the corner. This object was filled with a hare, and under the flames, it was sizzling with oil and water.

But the object made Luo Feng furious.

"Little brat, did you use my knife as a stick?"

It turned out that the object with the hare was Luo Feng's Yaqi Taidao.

The little boy said sarcastically, "Anyway, I'm going to give you something, you're a weak chicken, so it's better to use a stick to roast a hare."

Luo Feng was so angry. If he hadn't been injured, he would have to twist the kid's head off.

After calming down, the hole fell into silence.

Luo Feng stared at the little boy lying in the handsome man's arms and curiously, "Are you very familiar with Di Wushuang?"

"I'm polite, you deserve to call Di Wushuang?" the little boy said resentful, "Please call me the male god Di Wushuang."

"Okay, Lord Di Wushuang is here," Luo Feng didn't care about this and continued, "His current Di family bloodline has reached the second level, and is the upper limit of the second level very strong?"

"Otherwise," the little boy looked at the rustic expression, "Not like you, I am still a first-level garbage at the age of nineteen. My male god is already the second-level at the age of nineteen."

Luo Feng took a deep breath and suggested that he should hold it back, and then he smiled with a slight smile and said, "The upper limit of the second level is the exiled fairyland, but why do I hear a lot of nine

Are you not his opponent?”

"What, what do you want to do?" the little boy said vigilantly, "I tell you that no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to surpass Lord Di Wushuang. I will die of this heart, but you asked sincerely, I

Let me tell you with great compassion."

The little boy's face was full of pride, and he sat upright in the handsome man's arms, and said with his chest, "I can tell you clearly that the second level of the Di family bloodline is the peak of the exiled fairyland, whether it is Lord Di Longqi or Di Wushuang.

All adults have verified this truth one after another.”

"But you have to understand one thing: bloodline is not the whole of a warrior, and top bloodlines will also be blessed by other media, which is very important."

Luo Feng touched his chin and said, "Just like the bloodline of the Ji family needs a handy weapon, the mysterious runes branded by Tong Jiuyou's eyes, and the messy shield of Xiliuer's dog-like things?"

"It's almost the same."
Chapter completed!