World Wide Martial Art

"Please, save my grandpa. I'll do anything for you. Please. Situ Reading.\\nＣＯＭ"

The little boy knelt on the ground and kept begging them.

The two guys were probably reprimanded by the boss and were upset. They kept punching and kicking him. There were occasional onlookers around, but no one was interested in interfering.

Ye Feng looked at this scene, sighed helplessly, approached, and shouted loudly: "Stop, if you continue to hit me, I'll really beat him to death."

"Who are you? Why do you want to meddle in other people's business?" The two guys were very unhappy.

Ye Feng didn't argue with them, but walked to the little boy, helped him up and said slowly: "A real man should kneel to the sky, the earth and his parents, how can he kneel to others easily? Don't you see that the people here are just laughing at you?"

However, the little boy just shook his head and choked: "As long as you can save my grandfather, let alone kneeling, even if it means taking my life, it's okay. Big brother, you are a good person, please, as long as you are willing to help, I, Yuetong, will be your slave for life!"

He turned around and kowtowed to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng sighed again and forcibly lifted the little guy up: "What disease does your grandfather have? What does he need to save him?"

Since Ye Feng came up to stop it, he had no intention of standing idly by.

Although this little guy had the intention of hitting the snake with a stick, his filial piety did make Ye Feng somewhat admired.

"Just one demon-removing pill will do, thirty spirit stones!" The little boy said immediately with a happy expression.

"Thirty spirit stones?" Ye Feng was startled.

I thought it was very serious.

The little guy was willing to kneel here and suffer so much, but he didn't expect that it would only take so little.

However, seeing the ragged appearance of the little guy, and the words of the guard at the city gate, Ye Feng was relieved.

The guard only earned 500 spirit stones a year, but he was a martial artist with cultivation after all. Ordinary healthy people here probably couldn't earn 30 spirit stones a year.

Not to mention a pair of old and weak grandfather and grandson.

30 spirit stones are enough to kill them.

Ye Feng felt a little complicated.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine such a thing.

Just 30 spirit stones can force people to this extent.

"Okay, get up, it's only 30 spirit stones, I'll give it to you."

Ye Feng saw that the little guy was about to kneel down and cry again, and took out 30 spirit stones and put them in the little boy's hand.

Seeing that Ye Feng really took out the spirit stones for him, while Ye Feng was not paying attention when he took the spirit stones, the little boy knelt down again with a "thump" and kowtowed to Ye Feng.

"Thank you, big brother, thank you, big brother! From now on, I, Yue Tong, will be your servant!" Ye Feng was stunned, picked up the little guy and said, "Didn't I just say it? A real man should not kneel casually, and I don't need you to be my servant." "Yes, big brother, but... Yue Tong is still young, can't be considered a real man, right? Moreover, big brother, you gave me the spirit stone, and my grandfather's disease can be cured. This is a life-saving grace. My grandfather often said that people should be grateful. For such a favor, Yue Tong should kowtow to you." The little guy now has the spirit stone, and he is not as anxious as before when he speaks, but he said something that made Ye Feng laugh and cry. "Okay, at such a young age, you have such filial piety and know how to be grateful. It's very rare. Go buy medicine for your grandfather to treat his illness." Ye Feng touched his little head. "Yes."

The little guy turned his head to look at the two guys, raised the spirit stone in his hand, and under the strange gaze of the two people, he went into the pharmacy again.

The sturdy boss also saw all this, looked at Ye Feng deeply, and sold the elixir that Yue Tong needed to him without saying much.

The little guy got the elixir and was instantly filled with joy.

But just as he was leaving, the sturdy man suddenly snorted: "Little thing, even if you have the medicine, your grandfather can't be saved. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Don't come to my place to make trouble when that time comes."

"You are talking nonsense!"

Yue Tong turned around and shouted angrily.

"Humph, whether I am talking nonsense or not, you will know soon." The sturdy man didn't argue with him and went straight into the inner hall.

The angry Yue Tong glared at his back, then came out and looked at Ye Feng, saying, "Big brother, I'll take the medicine to cure grandpa first, and will be back soon to follow your instructions..."

"Little guy, I've said that I don't need you to be a slave. If you say this again, return the spirit stone to me." Ye Feng frowned and deliberately made a stern face to scare him.

"Ah?"

The little boy was startled when he heard about returning the money, and his face turned pale.

He looked at Ye Feng's serious face, responded timidly, and trotted away.

Ye Feng shook his head and smiled, and planned to follow him to see.

"Hey, what a waste of money, why not give this little beggar thirty spirit stones, his grandfather's old and worthless life, how can it be worth so much."

"That's right, it's all money to burn."

When Ye Feng was about to move, he heard such voices coming from his side.

His face turned cold, and he turned around and glared at those guys who were talking nonsense. Those people were obviously forced by his momentum, and they retreated a few steps and dispersed.

Ye Feng then quickly followed the little boy's footsteps.

In just half a cup of tea, the two of them arrived at Xiao Yuetong's house one after another.

It can only be described as simple and dilapidated.

In front of me is a small, leaky, shabby house with heavy rain outside and light rain inside. The only big thing inside is a straw bed.

At this moment, there was a dying old man lying on the grass bed. He was coughing constantly, his face was sallow, and he could only breathe out but not back up.

Ye Feng frowned instantly.

He could tell at a glance that the old man in front of him had already run out of energy and had no cure, and he would not live for more than two days.

Even if he takes out the best elixir at present, it can only delay it for a few days.

The drugstore shopkeeper just now was obviously not talking nonsense, nor did he mean to scare Yuetong, but... he really couldn't be saved.

"Grandpa, I'm back. I bought you medicine. If you take this medicine, you will get better soon."

The little guy couldn't wait to put the elixir into the old man's mouth.

The old man opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Yuetong who looked delighted, and then looked at the pill near his mouth, his expression a little dull.

"Little boy, you... ahem, where did you get the money to buy medicine? Grandpa, didn't grandpa say that? I don't want you to buy medicine, grandpa... won't live long." The old man's tone was full of anger.

He knows how many spiritual stones this medicine requires.

There is no doubt that the grandson suffered a lot of humiliation in order to get this medicine for himself.

There was a hint of distress in his dull eyes: "Grandpa, you can't take this medicine. It's too wasteful. You should sell it and give them the money."

"Never sell yourself to do something you don't want to do, otherwise, even if grandpa leaves, he will die in peace."

"Grandpa, Tongtong met a kind brother who gave him the spiritual stone. He doesn't want Tongtong to return it, nor does he want Tongtong to be a slave. Don't worry, eat it quickly. You will be fine after eating it. You will always be healthy. Will not die..."

Yuetong shook his head, resisting the rolling of his eyes, and wanted to put the elixir into the old man's mouth.