The middle-aged man's clothes are very ordinary, as ordinary as a thatch that can be seen everywhere in the jungle of the Southern Wilderness.
A short-sleeved shirt made of coarse linen, knee-length shorts of the same texture, a pair of ox-eared linen shoes made of fine rattan, and long hair firmly tied behind his head in a flexible grass, the simple and simple clothes are unusually neat.
The square face and the gaze in the godly eyes do not disperse, giving people a very generous and reliable feeling.
When Ji Hao saw the middle-aged man, he even felt the fatherly love and generosity of Ji Xia from him for a while.
And his figure is slightly shorter than the warriors of the Southern Wilderness, only more than a head taller than Ji Hao, and he can't compare with the big guys of the Fire Raven Department who are often three meters away.
However, his physique does not appear to be thin, on the contrary, when he stands up, he feels extraordinarily thick and heavy, like a bear patrolling his territory.
The middle-aged man did not have any unusual breath on his body, just like the ancient trees and boulders that can be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests, indifferent and natural.
Even a warrior at the first level of the Witch Realm in the Fire Raven Sect had a much more powerful and fierce aura than him.
But when Ji Hao looked at him, he felt that the middle-aged man was like a vast and boundless sea, not knowing its breadth or depth.
The feeling he gave Ji Hao was even more unfathomable than Bao, and much deeper and more mysterious.
The downpour was swept by the wind, whistling and lapping down.
But the middle-aged man's body was clean, there was not a drop of watermark, there was no mud at all.
Even after he held Ji Hao, there was not a single raindrop on Ji Hao and the brute.
The wind is still the same wind, and the rain is still the same rain, but by the middle-aged man's side, the wind and rain can't invade the slightest, as if this small place where Ji Hao and the barbarian are located, there shouldn't be any wind and rain in the first place.
Coo, coo, a black and white pigeon flew out of the middle-aged man's sleeve, stood on his shoulder with an ear of rice in his mouth, and pecked carefully.
"Hehe, the little one woke up."
The middle-aged man helped Ji Hao and the barbarian, carefully let them sit under a big tree by the river, and reached out and took out a black jade bottle the size of a fist from a pocket sewn of animal skin on his waist.
The pigeon looked at Ji Hao curiously, and kept cooing softly.
The crow man poked his head out of Ji Hao's arms and looked at the pigeon weakly, the two birds stared at each other with big eyes, and made cooing and rattling sounds from time to time.
The middle-aged man poured out two thumb-sized pills from the jade bottle, and with a little finger, the pills exploded, turning into two green mist and burrowing into Ji Hao and Manman's bodies respectively.
Ji Hao's fire-like internal organs suddenly came with a cool attack, countless dark wounds in his body healed quickly, countless black blood stases in his pores turned into thin blood streaks and kept coming out, and soon the blood congestion accumulated a thick layer of blood scabs on his skin.
The brute is a small face twisted, constantly twisting his shoulders.
The wound behind her that hurt her lungs squirmed rapidly, a layer of green light and a piece of blood light constantly rubbed and impacted each other, and a trace of blood and water continued to flow out, destroying and healing, the conflict between the two opposing forces, bringing great pain.
"It's the corrosive power of a blood moon."
The middle-aged man frowned, and snorted softly, "Sure enough, a group of evil ghosts are behind you."
These damn guys, they are in the Southern Wilderness, they have been rampant and domineering to this extent, little girl, you Abba, aren't you Abba in the Southern Wilderness?"
He looked at the middle-aged man in surprise: "Uncle, you know my Abba" The middle-aged man nodded with a smile, and patted his brutal little head vigorously: "My name is Ji Wenming, and I do know your father."
When you were born, your father extorted a hundred Huang Zhongli from me to keep you alive. ” Ji Wenming snorted, and pressed his big hand on the wound on the back of the barbarian, and a thick yellow gas gushed out in the palm of his palm, and the blood that could not be entangled in the brute's wound was pulled out by the yellow gas domineeringly.
The yellow qi swirled for a while, and the blood light was quickly ground into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.
The power of the blood moon dissipated, and the brute wound healed quickly under the nourishment of the green qi, she opened her mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and her spirit and spirit were completely recovered at once, and her strength was much more abundant than Ji Hao.
Ji Wenming dipped his fingers in some bruises that he spit out, carefully sniffed at the tip of his nose, and then smiled: "Hey, I didn't recognize the wrong person, you are indeed the daughter of Lao Zhurong."
If your Abba is in the Southern Wilderness, who would dare to beat you like this, you would have been dried and made into firewood."
The barbarian grabbed Ji Hao's tattered sleeves, and tears came out of his eyes all of a sudden: "Abba is not here, the barbarian sneaked out to play Lao Yan is dead, the barbarian guards are all dead, woo, there is an evil woman from Bi Fangbu who colluded with those evil ghosts and killed Lao Yan and them" Ji Hao kept looking at Ji Wenming, and always felt that this name was a little familiar.
Listening to Ji Wenming and the barbaric words, Ji Hao's heart moved again.
The barbarian Abba Lao Zhu Rong Zhu Rong's Ji Hao managed to control the agitated mood easily, and sure enough, the barbarian was the daughter of the legendary master of the Southern Wilderness.
In the legend told by the witch priests of the Fire Raven Department to the dolls in the tribe, the supreme lord of the Southern Wilderness, the Zhurong clan, is not a human being, but a god, the real kind of god.
The patriarch of the Zhurong clan, Zhu Rong, is the god of fire who controls all the flames between heaven and earth, that is, the god of the south.
Ji Hao has always been noncommittal about this statement of the gods, and the Zhurong clan is likely to be just an extremely powerful clan, and they have buckled the hat of the gods on their heads.
But he was indeed full of curiosity about the Zhurong family, and now, the youngest daughter of the Zhurong clan was quite savage, and she actually sat beside her and cried.
Stretching out his hand and patting the brute's head, Ji Hao said lightly: "Okay, barbarian, Jiang Yuan, that evil woman, has been killed by me." ” A sharp, resentful roar suddenly came from the river: "You killed Jiang Yuan's damn little bastard, I'm going to cut you to death with a thousand knives, I didn't have time to taste her taste, you blew her up, I have no interest in the dead at all" A transparent hole in his right chest was broken, and with the support of two three-eyed youths, he rode a metal centipede and galloped down the river.
Thousands of warriors of the Jia tribe, nearly 10,000 servants, all ran towards this side with a fierce and vicious roar.
"Sure enough, it's okay if the evil ghost doesn't touch it, since it does, hehe."
Ji Wuming smiled and pulled out the black iron sword he was carrying behind his back, and simply stabbed forward with a sword.
The ground within a radius of thousands of miles moved slightly, and a mighty heavenly power flashed slightly, and Di Luo, as well as the large group of elite warriors of the Blood Fang Regiment he brought, suddenly froze.
The expressions on their faces were completely stiff and frozen, and as a gust of mountain wind blew, the warriors of Di Luo and the Blood Fang Regiment simultaneously turned into a cloud of smoke and dust and drifted away with the wind.
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There was a clanging sound, and the armor, weapons, and all the accessories of the soldiers of Di Luo and the Blood Fang Regiment fell one after another.
Ji Hao and Manman opened their mouths wide at the same time, unable to speak for a long time.
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