Supreme Matchmaker of Myriad Realms

Chapter 671
"Little young master, the last ancestor is going to die. There are only a few days left to live. You will have a hard time in the future." said a servant in the porter, sitting there with a big thorn, no matter how you look at it, there is no respect at all. , with a little joking.

"You are talking nonsense, Grandpa Grandpa won't die!" The pale child retorted loudly with tears in his eyes and kept coughing.

"Then wait and see." The servant didn't care.

Another servant said: "I heard that the young master is not the heir of that Shi Ziling, but his real identity is actually the blood descendant of the old monster who is about to pass away, and he is here to replace him."

"It's possible, if it's Shi Ziling's descendants, there will be more disasters than this." The servant sitting there nodded, facing the young master, he didn't get up from the beginning to the end, lacking respect.

In the woodland in the distance, Xiao BuDian saw all this in his eyes and clenched his fists. It was almost the same as what he had learned in the past few days. After the ancestors passed away, some unscrupulous.

In the concierge, the two servants were very good looking, sitting like that, showing no respect for the so-called little master, casually saying that the old ancestor was going to die, gloating over the misfortune.

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense!" The pale child was very weak, with tears in his big eyes, a kind of sadness and a kind of despair.

He was really afraid that his only family member, his grandfather, would pass away, and he couldn't let go of that kind of affection.And these servants are so hateful, how should he live in the future?

"Little young master, you are actually suffering a lot by living so sickly. I see, after sending the old man to the end, you also... what the hell." One person in the porter laughed dryly and didn't say it, after all, it was too explicit.

"Okay, stop talking, sooner or later, judging by his face, he won't live long, he must be a short-lived ghost." Another servant whispered, with a sneer.

"You are hateful, I won't forgive you!" With tears in his eyes, the child leaned against the wall and walked inside with a lame foot.

He is very lonely, walking in the huge manor, without any relatives or playmates, only the deserted dilapidated buildings, some old windows creaking after the wind blows.

The child walked all the way in, came to a fairly spacious yard, pushed open a maple door whose paint had already faded, and whispered: "Grandfather."

On that old bed, lay a white-haired old man, his face was like gold paper, his breath was like gossamer, his eyes were very dim, and he had lost the brilliance of the past when he was powerful.

"Child... If I die, the only person I can't worry about is you." The old man raised his arm with difficulty and leaned forward, trembling a little, and only touched the child's hand a few times.

"Grandpa, you won't die." The child wept.

"Child... don't cry." The old man rubbed his pale face with his rough palms, tears streaming down his turbid old eyes, very reluctant.

"Grandpa Zu!" The child cried, helpless, lying on the bedside, grabbed the old man's hand hard, and refused to let go.

The old man took his small hand with his rough big hand, looked left and right, full of affection, but his eyes were dim, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his chest heaved and he was a little speechless.

"Grandpa, you can't leave me, what can I do if I'm left alone?" The child looked sad and shook the old man's arm.

In the past few years, several old men passed away one after another, which made him very sad. There was only the last old man, who was his closest person, who was about to die at this time, which made him feel terrified.

"Child..." The old man opened his mouth, and all his words were reduced to these two words, and he couldn't speak anymore. His eyes were dull and he could only pant heavily.

Outside the door, the little boy's big eyes were red. He sneaked into Zhuangzi without a sound. After several days of observation, he was convinced that there were no masters, so he came here.

He pushed open the door and walked in, wiped away tears, looked at the old man on the bed, and choked: "Grandpa Zu."

"Yeah, you..." The pale child was startled.

The old man on the bed was puzzled. At this dying moment, he saw such a child whom he had never seen before. He called him like this, and he looked at him in confusion.

The generation of strong men who used to dominate the wind and clouds finally could not withstand the years, and the situation in their old age was very bleak.

"Grandpa, I'm the child from back then. I'm here to see you!" Xiaobudian choked up. Through his own master, Xiaobudian saw what happened back then, and knew that the old people who were exiled here treated their family very well. The child next to him It was they who made it to replace him.

Hearing this sentence, the old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the originally dim eyes suddenly radiated a compelling brilliance, and said in a trembling voice: "You...is it really him?"

He actually spoke, his voice was hurried, his eyes frightening.

"It's me, grandpa, I see you're here." Xiao BuDian grabbed his hand, his voice choked up, the other old people had left, and he didn't even have time to give a show.

"Your injury..." the old man panted heavily, and asked urgently, but he could only say these few words, and couldn't say anything else.

"My injury is healed and I'm over it." Xiao Budian said. He knew what the old man wanted to hear most right now, so he said softly: "I can now wield a million kilograms of magical power with one arm."

He told the truth.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the old man opened his eyes wide in shock, with a look of horror on his face.His lips kept moving, and he pulled one of his arms, as if to confirm something.

"Yes, it's just the strength of one arm!" Xiao Budian nodded vigorously with tears in his eyes.

"Haha..." At the last moment, the old man let out a loud laugh as if he was returning to the light, and the turbid old tears rolled down, his face was full of surprise and relief, as if he had no regrets.

This old man and Shi Hao's grandfather are blood brothers. From the point of view of blood, the relationship is really close, and he is really kind to him, not as indifferent as those people in the imperial capital.

"By the way, isn't the master supernatural, maybe he can save grandpa?"

Looking at the dying old man, he suddenly thought of something, his little jewel-like eyes lit up, he stopped crying immediately, and shouted loudly: "Master, master, where are you, come and save grandpa!"

The little boy remembered his master's instructions to him before leaving. If there was an emergency, just recite it silently a few times. When he was anxious, he shouted out.

"Grandpa..." The child next to him cried loudly.Hearing the little boy's cry, he raised his head and looked at him blankly.

At this moment, with a "buzz", the space in front of Xiao Budian distorted for a while, and a handsome young man appeared strangely there.

"Hao'er, as a teacher, I already know what you are asking for, and this person can still be saved!"

Xiao Yifeng stopped Xiao Budian's words with a wave of his hand, and immediately raised his right hand, a nine-colored brilliance fell into the old man on the bed who was exhausted.

boom!
As the nine-colored brilliance entered his body, the whole body of the exhausted old man was shaken, and the already exhausted body was injected with new vitality like a dead tree in spring.

The old man's sallow face quickly turned rosy, and his snow-white silver hair quickly turned black, and within a few breaths, it turned black. The most shocking thing was that the old man suddenly erupted with a vast aura like an abyss , his cultivation has increased like lightning.

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(End of this chapter)