Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

Under the envious gaze of the villagers, Ning Xiaolei's family drove away from Dadong Village.

The driver was Ning Xiaolei, who drove steadily all the way.

Ning Xiaolei was particularly vigilant due to the previous incident where the Du family sent people to kill them.

The most important people in his life were in the car, and he didn't allow them to make any mistakes.

Halfway through the journey, Ning Xiaolei suddenly gathered a group of people in front of him, as if something had happened.

Looking closely, he vaguely saw what seemed to be a person lying among the crowd.

"A car accident?"

Ning Xiaolei was curious, but he didn't see any stopped vehicles nearby.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Ning Xiaolei decided to go and see the situation. Since he encountered it, he couldn't just ignore it.

After parking the car on the road, Ning Xiaolei spoke to his parents and others and opened the door.

Surrounded by people was an old man, but what was strange was that the old man was wearing ancient clothes and looked nondescript.

The old man was covered in blood at the moment, his face was pale, and his breath was weak, but the situation didn't seem to be a car accident.

Ning Xiaolei frowned and looked for a few times, then knelt down and helped the old man up amid the surprised looks of the people around him.

"Young man, don't touch me. What if I blackmail you?"

"That's right, you can't just throw money away if you have it."

"No, this kind of thing is rare nowadays!"

People around him talked a lot and tried to dissuade Ning Xiaolei.

Ning Xiaolei shook his head in amusement and said: "It's okay to lie. You can't just ignore him. I believe the old man is not like this."

"Ahem, young man, thank you very much, but I...can't do it anymore. This injury is difficult to treat. There is no need to...waste your efforts!"

The old man opened his eyes weakly, looked at Ning Xiaolei with a wry smile, and shook his head slightly.

Ning Xiaolei smiled and said, "That's not necessarily the case. I'll take you to the car and take you to the hospital."

With that said, he picked up the old man and walked to the car parked on the roadside.

Seeing this, Ye Ting, Ning Dali and others in the car opened the door early.

Putting the old man on the vacated seat, Ning Xiaolei took out his mobile phone, swiped it a few times, and extracted a small yellow pill.

He had just checked that the old man's injuries might not make it to the hospital.

But he had Xiaohuang Dan, the holy medicine for healing, so he was not worried at all.

Walking to the old man, Ning Xiaolei took out the small yellow pill and fed it to him.

In just a few breaths, the old man's face turned rosy and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Is my injury healed?" The old man looked at Ning Xiaolei in surprise with a look of disbelief on his face.

Seeing Ning Xiaolei's calm eyes, the old man's expression suddenly changed and he asked in surprise: "Who are you and why do you want to save me?"

"Do you need a reason to save people? I saw that you were dying, so I saved you?"

Ning Xiaolei was confused, what kind of logic is this!

The old man frowned, glanced at Ning Xiaolei a few times, and asked doubtfully: "A fellow person?"

"No, old man, what do you mean by that? What do you think is the same thing but not the same thing?"

Ning Xiaolei was speechless. Even if the old man was dressed strangely, he was also saying something he couldn't understand. He wouldn't be fooled!

"How could ordinary people's medicine cure my injury in an instant? My little brother is a martial artist, right?"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly and he changed his words.

After being stunned for a moment, Ning Xiaolei showed surprise in his eyes and nodded: "You can say that, could it be said that you are the same, old man?"

Looking at the old man in front of him again, Ning Xiaolei looked at him curiously. This was the first time he saw a martial artist on earth.

In addition to the elusive cultivators, there are also martial arts cultivators on the earth. Unlike cultivators, martial cultivators often walk around the world, and even ordinary people are aware of their existence.

The old man did not answer Ning Xiaolei's words, but asked: "What sect does this little brother belong to?"