Parasitic Cultivator, I Know Everything

If it's not surprising, it must be a joke.

Seeing this thin, short, little beggar with no cleanliness on his body, he is actually a person with high-quality bones.

There was a sense of jest that was close to absurd, and he couldn't help but climb into Wang Hao's heart.

How many talents that cultivators can't ask for, how many people can only be knocked open by being parasitized by insects, and how many people have appeared in such people without warning?

Wang Hao was silent for a moment, he thought about a lot, and finally sighed and asked with his mouth open.

"What is your name?"

The latter just stared at Wang Hao with a pair of black and white eyes. He sat up from the ground, but he didn't mean to respond at all, and he was about to turn around.

It looked like a wild dog whose leg was broken by someone.

The two dogs behind him spoke at this moment.

"Shangxian! Don't talk to him... This kid is an idiot. His mother just died a few days ago. No one should care about him now."

Wang Hao watched him retreat step by step, and slowly squeezed half a rough-faced steamed bun from his fingers.

That thing should have been kept for a long time. The hard skin was sent to his mouth, and his teeth were biting vigorously up and down, but he still couldn't tear out a tiny bit of dander.

Looking at this man's appearance, Wang Hao couldn't help being silent for a moment.

He is obviously a person with a high talent, but he is a fool from a lowly background, and even has intellectual problems?

Wang Hao remembered what Gu Qingqing looked like when he talked about Qian Fang and himself. Now look at this... a child like a wild dog.

It's just a big joke.

Wang Hao stood up, beckoned to the two dogs behind him, and handed over a handful of broken silver by the way.

"I bought this guy. By the way, tell me what his origins are, and other things... If you know anything, you must make it clear."

How could Ergou ever see so many pieces of silver? His eyes were straight, and he took over the money and broken things at this moment, and his heart was extremely beautiful, and he said again and again.

"Shangxian, you are very kind! It's just a small matter, just listen slowly..."

This kid has no name.

His biological mother joined the team of beggars with him. It was said that he was a daughter of a small family who was separated from his family. After half a month, he lost his mind and finally wandered with the team and died in Muyun Prefecture.

"If you want me to tell me, the problem on this kid's head should be hereditary. His biological mother has been crazy a lot earlier, and even the scar on the corner of his eye was made by the woman herself. You don't think it's strange. ?"

If he was a normal person, he would definitely not want to make his child look shattered.

"We came all the way from Yunhai Prefecture, where there has been a recent famine and no one can live there. Muyun is the closest continent. Although there are barbarians harassing it, it should be somewhat more stable..."

As for age...

Ergou asked around, and everyone else had different opinions, some said he was two years old, while others said he was already six years old.

Not even the age.

It's enough to see how unpopular this little devil can be.

And when Wang Hao heard these remarks, he just nodded slightly and didn't say more - obviously judging from his background, this child has nothing unique.

It seems that it is just luck to be able to have roots.

To say that Wang Hao didn't know much about news from other prefectures and counties, but now he knew that the sea of ​​clouds beside Muyun was suffering from famine.

The world seems to have begun to be uneven.

"As for this kid...Since you like it, Shang Xian, you can take it with you. This is also his blessing. You must know that at his age, without the help of adults, he will starve to death in half a month. already."

Ergou and these people will indeed help each other, but they naturally have no good face for such a child who can't open his mouth.

As he said, it is really his blessing to be seen by Wang Hao.

Wang Hao didn't shirk, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the kid and turned away. It was only after he started, Wang Hao realized that this guy was really too light.

"I'm afraid they don't have a weight of 30 pounds..."

This weight is obviously very abnormal. You must know that even an ordinary child must have this weight at the age of two.

Is it because of malnutrition?

Ordinary people can hold him like a jerk, let alone a cultivator with a physique like Wang Hao?

He was pinched by the collar of his back shirt by Wang Hao, and he hung in the air and swayed. At first, he was a little panicked, but soon, there was no struggle again.

Instead, he continued to compete with the hard steamed buns in his hand.

No crying, no shouting. His eyes didn't even reveal the slightest emotion, only dull colors filled the entire aura around him.

He seemed to accept the fact that he was taken away by strangers quickly.

As Ergou said, this guy's behavior... is indeed not so normal.

Wang Hao glanced at him, and finally withdrew his gaze. He turned around and made a trip back to his temporary foothold, packed up, and left the town with a left and right hand.

……

It was almost dusk, and Wang Hao finally hurried back to Jingde City. He didn't stop, and headed straight to his hut~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Logically speaking, the location is remote and surrounded by warehouses. There are also few contacts.

But Wang Hao saw many passers-by wandering on the street from a distance today, which made him a little confused for a while.

First, he went back to his room to set up the container and the kid. Wang Hao locked the door with his backhand, changed into casual clothes, and walked out into the street.

"Brother, is there something important that happened? Why are there so many people here suddenly?"

The middle-aged man who was stopped was a little impatient, but he didn't yell, but lowered his voice and said casually.

"What else could happen? Naturally, the warehouse has been robbed! These poor ghosts don't know what's going on, they say strange slogans, and hundreds of people will break through the gate of the granary to **** things!"

The middle-aged man became more and more angry, and with a final flick of his sleeves, he turned his head and left. There were only a few mutterings left, and the wind poured into Wang Hao's ears.

"It's better to send more people. The warehouse can't be lost, otherwise everyone will lose their heads..."

Wang Hao frowned. He looked around and found that all the people passing by were people in a hurry, and he also had a number in his heart.

The world is unfair, and no one can stay out of it.

Now, even the ordinary refugees feel the crisis, let alone the upper class people?

He looked up at the sky and looked at the sunset that was starting to sink. Reflecting a fiery flame, it gradually faded away, and a heavy curtain of black slowly covered it.

From prosperity to decline, whether it is extremely peaceful.

After all, all things in the world cannot escape the cycle of reincarnation. Perhaps the six hundred years of the Tang Dynasty's rule of the world has come to an end now.

God... is about to change.