Magic Punk

The wound is still bleeding. Even if Uncle Da has used his strength to shrink the muscles and blood vessels, it is still not a long-term solution. If there is any good news, it is that because the short knife is too sharp, the incision is incredibly smooth and seems to be very suitable for healing. look.

Xuan Yi looked at the old man, whose appearance had not changed much from his memory, and looked at him again and again.

His eyesight now is completely different from before. The perfect Liuli Medicine Master gave him the ability to see through other people's physical conditions, so it was easy to see that Uncle Da had suffered a serious injury a long time ago, which was almost incurable. I chose to be a fish market manager for retirement.

So Xuan Yi took out a bottle of spiritual liquid from the black iron ring and threw it to the old man, then looked at him calmly.

"I killed my sister, so I'm sitting here."

Uncle Da nodded, looked at the bottle of milky white potion, and finally popped the cork with his thumb and drank it up.

Strictly speaking, the spiritual liquid is an inferior product of the Lotus Hidden Resurrection Potion. It contains abundant vitality, so it has an extremely miraculous curative effect on most trauma.

After a bottle of spiritual fluid was poured down, the wound on the old man's heart slowly began to squirm and heal. At this time, the advantage of a quick incision and a small wound was revealed. It disappeared almost in the blink of an eye, leaving no scar.

Although Uncle Da's cabin is full of the exquisite life charm of a down-and-out noble, the old man is still very old, and the spiritual liquid is really expensive.

Just like in Xuan Yi's dream, when he was carried by his sister to the old man's wooden house that day, the old man once took out a celadon vial, but Xing Lihua did not accept it in the end, only saying that he did not want to waste it.

Although Xuan Yi still doesn't know what's in that vial, he thinks it's Uncle Da's own medicine, and it's certainly not of the same level as the Lotus Hidden Resurrection Potion. It's probably on par with spiritual liquid.

Uncle Da is like a miner who used his powerful body to save some wealth when he was young. After encountering a mining disaster, he chose to remain anonymous. He is certainly not poor, or he is richer than most people in this world. .

But after all, this is a pool of water that will only decrease but not increase. Uncle Da cannot afford the long treatment process to cure him, so he can only use the most conservative method to keep the situation from getting worse.

The old man listened to the cold words spoken by Xuan Yi. Xuan Yi's face was expressionless when he spoke, without any emotion.

But the old man knew that this meant that Xuan Yi's emotions were more dangerous.

"I actually don't have much contact with Xingjiu." Uncle Da said, standing opposite Xuan Yi.

"But, I believe she will like this ending very much."

Xuan Yi raised his eyes and stared coldly into the old man's pale golden eyes.

There is a beast that chooses and devours people hidden in the young man's eyes, and it is difficult for Xuan Yi to continue to hide it at this moment.

But Xuan Yi finally said calmly.

"I like it too."

The old man nodded and continued: "Can you treat me a little bit about the fish market?"

The old man and the young man were talking silently, unable to explain many things. After all, it would be an abyss for both of them to do so.

They almost know each other best in the world. Although this relationship is like a breeder and livestock, even if they are livestock, they have been raised for more than ten years.

Now the livestock are out of their cages.

Xuan Yi shook his head: "Star City is about to get foggy."

"Uncle Da, you should go home and retire."

Of course, going home was not to his exquisite hut, but to his hometown far away in the Republic of Sturt.

Uncle Da took a deep look at Xuan Yi and finally nodded. He stepped forward and was about to kneel down in front of Xuan Yi. Xuan Yi shook his head, stood up and saluted the old man.

The young man's expression was always sinister and cold, but in the end a soft light flashed through his dark eyes.

"All these years."

"Thank you for taking care of me."

Xuan Yi said softly.

Although the young man saluted first, Uncle Da finally put his right knee on the floor.

"I've seen the walking master."

Xuan Yi laughed. Although it was a smile, his smile was sad.

"Please excuse me."

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When Uncle Da got off the carriage, his steps seemed a little heavy.

No one stopped him, and the old man slowly walked back to his position. The surrounding merchants immediately gathered around him, wanting to know the result of Uncle Da's discussion with the adults opposite.

Although Uncle Da had openly called out Xuan Yi's name before, no one actually connected the illustrious man on the carriage with the polite young man who had been with him day and night for more than ten years.

After all, the gap between them was too big before.

Uncle Da also didn't want them to know unnecessary things.

So he just waved his hand and said, "Let them tear it down."

"I will give you compensation."

As soon as these words came out, people around were in an uproar. Fortunately, Uncle Da had been a fish market manager for more than ten years and had a deep prestige. He calmed everyone's anxiety with a few words. Although the fish market was demolished, there was no place to make a living. Again, fortunately, the compensation that Uncle Da said was really generous. Moreover, if you don’t leave me here, I have my own place. I have never heard of the reason why something cannot be sold. At most, it is the merchants who once gathered here. They must all be scattered, and the one who suffered the biggest loss was actually Uncle Da himself.

Now Uncle Da doesn't care, they actually don't care too much.

After all, as long as the officials provide adequate compensation, no one is willing to fight against these official figures.

Xuan Yi watched quietly from the carriage as the crowd was calmed down by Uncle Da, and the demolition work resumed.

Of course he would not pay a penny for the so-called compensation.

It’s not that I can’t give it, it’s that I don’t dare to give it.

Of course, Uncle Da used his own savings. He only hoped that after Uncle Da took care of the fish market here, he could hand over the ANBU work as soon as possible. After all, he and his sister were the sheep that Uncle Da was grazing. Now the sheep can run away and die. After death, there is no need for the shepherd to exist.

And - Star City is really going to get foggy this time.

It's still foggy as never before.

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The demolition speed of those commissioners was really high without anyone stopping them. Not to mention an hour, but less than half an hour, the huge fish market had been razed to the ground, leaving only the dumbfounded people holding their money boxes.

Although such things as cultivation, magic, and fighting spirit are not new in the world, they are still too far away for them. After all, there are still only a few people in this world who have the talent to learn these.

When Xuan Yi saw that the shed where Uncle Da often used to enjoy the shade had finally been knocked down, the entourage gradually returned to the cage, and the six snow-white horses started to move forward again.

The clatter of horse hooves.

The convoy passed the stop sign where the bus was waiting. The crowd saw the extremely conspicuous black and white carriage and the six snow-white horses in front of it. Finally, some people realized whose convoy this was.

He knelt down on one knee without hesitation, folded his hands and raised them to his forehead.

"I've seen the walking master."