Hitching a Ride
Zhao Wuji muttered the name "Tang San", frowned slightly, and searched his memory for a moment, but could not find any relevant impressions.
He shook his head and put the name aside for the time being.
Dai Tianyu continued, with undisguised disdain on his face:
"According to my junior brother, that person... is just a pretentious waste without any real qualities!"
His tone was decisive, with a child's unique black-and-white straightforwardness:
"Back then, when my junior brother had just awakened Martial Soul and didn't understand anything, he used his theory that was full of loopholes and almost deceived my junior brother into becoming his teacher!"
Dai Tianyu said this, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes:
"Fortunately... my master arrived in time."
Zhao Wuji deeply agrees with the comments made by Dai Tianyu.
He nodded heavily and echoed in a rough voice, his tone full of pent-up resentment:
"Yes! This loser is a pretentious guy who is actually good for nothing!"
Zhao Wuji spat and cursed:
"Damn it! It's so harmful!"
Perhaps it was the same dislike for Yu Xiaogang, or perhaps it was the straightforwardness with which Dai Tianyu spoke without mincing words. As the two of them chatted, Zhao Wuji felt more and more that the eight-year-old boy in front of him had a special temper towards him.
This child has a kind of unruly and straightforward nature in his body. He is not pretentious or hypocritical. Although he is young, he acts and speaks with a sense of joy that transcends his age.
Zhao Wuji My heart, which had been tense and heavy because of what happened to Mo Xuan, unexpectedly felt a little relieved.
Later, because Mo Xuan didn't wake up, Zhao Wuji had to take care of the unconscious boy, but also didn't know where to take him - back to the Shrek Academy? He didn't want to face Flender and Yu Xiaogang for the time being.
He fell into a helpless predicament.
That evening, the team camped beside a stream to rest.
Zhao Wuji looked at Dai Tianyu squatting by the stream, curiously watching the guards handling the freshly caught game. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over.
He squatted down next to Dai Tianyu - this action made his burly figure look a bit uncoordinated, but his attitude was quite solemn.
"That... little brother Dai."
Zhao Wuji's voice was much gentler than usual, even with some rare courtesy:
"There is something... I want to discuss with you."
Dai Tianyu raised his head and blinked:
"Uncle Zhao, tell me."
Zhao Wuji rubbed his rough hands and organized his words:
"Mo Xuan That child... he's not awake yet. I don't know where to take him for a while."
He glanced at the carriage parked quietly not far away and said in a lower voice:
"Can you... let us follow your convoy for a while?"
Zhao Wuji quickly added, with a sincere tone:
"When Mo Xuan wakes up and the situation becomes more stable, we will get off the car and we will never cause you any more trouble!"
He paused and added:
"If you need me to help with the expenses and security along the way, just ask!"
"Although I, Zhao Wuji, am not a big shot, I am still Soul Saint."
Dai Tianyu After listening, there was almost no hesitation.
He had no ill feelings towards Zhao Wuji - although this strong man behaved rudely at first, he was doing it to save others.
He speaks directly and without beating around the bush, and his evaluation of Yu Xiaogang is exactly the same as that of his junior brother.
This kind of behavior is very suitable for Dai Tianyu's temper.
"Okay."
Dai Tianyu nodded simply, with a cheerful smile on his face:
"Then let's go together. The carriage is big enough for us anyway."
He stood up, patted the grass clippings on his hands, and said like a little adult:
"Uncle Zhao, don't talk about whether it's troublesome or not. Just save people and save them to the end."
Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment.
He looked at the eight-year-old boy in front of him who only reached his waist. Hearing the words "Save people and save them to the end", something in his heart moved slightly.
This child... seemed very different from the noble children he had seen before.
Zhao Wuji clasped his fists heavily, his voice choked:
"... Thank you!"
Dai Tianyu waved his hands, turned around and ran towards the bonfire, shouting over his shoulder as he ran:
"Uncle Zhao! Come on! The meat is about to be roasted!"
The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the stream water into a warm golden color.
Zhao Wuji stood there, watching the back of Dai Tianyu running away, then looked back at the carriage where Mo Xuan was, finally took a deep breath, and followed.
In this way, Zhao Wuji and the unconscious Mo Xuan temporarily stayed in Dai Tianyu's fleet.
The wheels continued to move forward, along the official road, heading in the direction of the Star Luo Empire, slowly.
Two days later.
The convoy took a temporary rest in a forest clearing next to the official road.
In the relatively spacious carriage at the end, Mo Xuan's eyelids trembled slightly.
Immediately, Mo Xuan's consciousness gradually awakened.
The first thing he felt was a vague tingling pain everywhere in his body, like countless fine needles running under his skin.
Mo Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
His vision was blurry at first, and then gradually became clear. He saw the wooden texture of the carriage's roof, and saw the dust particles flying in the beam of light coming through the gap in the window.
This is... where?
Shouldn't he be in Star Dou Great Forest and absorb that Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?
The 1,700-year-old "Soul-Eater Demon Spider" Spirit Ring that the teacher personally selected for him...
Mo Xuan's breathing suddenly became rapid.
He struggled and tried with all his strength to lift his arm.
My arms were as heavy as lead, but I finally lifted them up slowly.
He supported the soft cushion under him with his elbows and raised his upper body bit by bit with great difficulty.
This simple action caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead and his chest heaved violently.
Then, he lowered his head and looked at his legs.
The legs were covered under the thin blanket, their outline remained the same, but they were motionless.
Mo Xuan's pupils suddenly dilated.
He stretched out his trembling hands and lifted the thin blanket little by little.
The legs were exposed to view - there were still light bruises and healed scabs on the skin, but they looked... intact.
But why... can't I feel it?
Mo Xuan stared at his legs, and there was a buzz in his head, as if something exploded.
He stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh hard.
The nails dug deeply into the flesh, leaving clear crescent-shaped marks.
No pain.
Not at all.
He pinched the other leg again, using more force, and his nails almost broke the skin.
Still unconscious.
"No..."
A broken syllable was squeezed out of Mo Xuan's throat.
He seemed to be going crazy, using both hands at the same time to beat and scratch his legs, one after another, getting heavier and heavier and more urgent!
But those legs were like two pieces of lifeless wood, lying quietly, showing no reaction to his crazy violence.