He of the last days came from the grave

With the sensitivity of a cultivator like Wei Zifang in normal times, it is absolutely impossible for this kind of accidental stepping to happen.

But just now his attention was all on the immortals, and this is grass, soft to the touch, and the tortoise can't make a sound, so how can he react.

Staring at the young man who was rushing this way, he pursed his lips expressionlessly.

Others couldn't see anything, but Chu Huai knew that Wei Zifang was overwhelmed with guilt. They were one person, so he knew Wei Zifang.

Standing by the side, Chu Huai didn't know why he suddenly wanted to laugh. With Xiao Ke's temper, he might be able to bear it.

Sure enough, the teenager who ran over anxiously saw his little turtle who had died inhumanely, and immediately exploded.

"My little turtle! You scoundrel, give me back my little turtle!"

The boy cried and rushed over excitedly, and greeted him with his teeth and claws. He didn't care whether the clothes he was wearing represented his status or not, he didn't care about anything, he just wanted to avenge his little turtle.

Biting hard on his hand, his eyes widened like a wolf cub.

For Wei Zifang, such an attack was nothing more than a child's slapstick. He only needed to wave his hand to throw people away, and even ferocious beasts couldn't get close to him.

But he didn't do that, the wolf cub-like boy in front of him made his mind move slightly, those clean and clear eyes were so thorough that he had never seen before.

He stood there expressionless, letting the wolf cub bite his arm, and didn't care much about the blood flowing out.

People say that love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper.

The purest love is often doomed at the first sight of meeting, especially for a cold person like Wei Zifang.

If you don't love it, you will be alone, if you love it, you will be deep...

The faces of the senior brother and the guarding soldiers around him changed drastically, and they rushed up to stop them.

The Bold slaves in the distance were also frightened, and a handsome man ran to drive the young man to his knees and begged for mercy.

"My lord, please forgive me. My son is young and ignorant of offense. If the adults want to punish him, he will punish the young one. Please spare my son..."

This group of ageless people had been captured as slaves for a long time. Under the long-term oppression of the military government and the living medicinal materials, they had a deep fear of the people who came before them.

Because every time someone comes, it means that their companion will die, or...be pregnant with a child.

All the elder slaves fought tremblingly.

Only a young calf like a wolf cub is not afraid of tigers, holding his own dead little turtle and staring at his red eyes, being held back by his father, his eyes are resentful and sad, with tears hanging on his eyelashes.

Seeing this situation, the eunuch who led the way immediately scolded and questioned the leader in charge,

"Ke Shangwei, how do you manage the slaves! You are so brave, you dare to run up to charge, and even dare to hurt people, it will be against the sky!"

Emperor Qin was obsessed with pursuing longevity medicine. Alchemists had a very high status in Qin State, especially Xu Fu was His Majesty's favorite, so as a fellow recommended by his senior brother, his status was not low when he first came.

The eunuch leading the way was afraid that they would be angry because of what happened just now, and he would turn around and let His Majesty know that if things go wrong, there will be no good results, so he asked the blame first to push the responsibility away.

"Please forgive me, my lord. The little one will definitely learn a lesson when he turns back. He will be under strict supervision. The adults will punish the young one willingly."

The guard guard did not dare to refute, and immediately knelt down on one knee to admit his mistake.

In a dynasty with a strict hierarchical system, there was no right or wrong, and fairness did not exist at all.

The Qingli man was so frightened that he kept kowtowing and pleading. He wanted to take his son with him, but the wolf cub's boy was hard-boned, and he refused to admit his mistakes even though he was crying.

That little turtle was obviously really important to the teenager.

Looking at the tears falling down, Chu Huai really wanted to reach out to wipe them off, but he couldn't touch them, so he could only anxiously wait for Wei Zifang to act on his own, feeling anxious in his heart.

Even whimsical hopes to use mental ideas to manipulate this is just an illusory picture of memory.

Fortunately, Wei Zifang didn't disappoint him, raised his hand to stop the questioning, walked up to the wolf cub boy, and asked,

"What's your name?"

The boy didn't answer him, but just stared at him with angry eyes, using this expression to express anger and resistance.

The father next to him was so anxious that he was going to die, and hated that he had spoiled his son too much, and now he had caused a catastrophe.

Bingtou also looked a little worried, "Returning to the adults, this child is called Yu Ke, he is young and ignorant, please forgive him, the younger one will be strictly disciplined in the future..."

"It's okay, I was wrong first. Your little turtle is dead, I can't save it, you want something, as long as I can do it, but it doesn't matter."

He stared at the looking wolf cub and apologized kindly.

The expression of the senior brother next to him changed slightly, as if he had seen a ghost. It was hard to believe when he had such a good temper?

The young man didn't seem to have thought that he was so easy to talk, if he bumped into the adult's lesson that he would have to peel off his skin even if he didn't die, he would have bitten him, why wouldn't he be angry?

But now is not the time to think about these things, now his little turtle is dead.

The boy was sad with red eyes, "I don't want anything else, I just want my little turtle..."

After the words fell, Wei Zifang pursed her lips again, feeling stumped.

No matter how proficient he is in Taoism and how proficient in formations, resurrecting dead creatures is really a technical job.

"Then I'll think of a way."

He could only appease temporarily, seeing the little tortoise dying so badly that he had a headache.

"Really? Can you save my little turtle?"

The young man didn't know that he was comforting him, he only thought that he really had a way, his eyes lit up immediately, full of anticipation, and the hand holding the little turtle turned red from the cold.

At the end of winter, the snow had just melted, and it was still very cold, and the slaves wore thin clothes.

His heart moved slightly, he took off his robe and put it on the young man by accident, smiling,

"Keep the robe well. If I can't exchange it with a live turtle, the robe will be yours."

"Who cares about your robe, I want my little turtle!"

The boy stared, his first impression was not very good.

And he is very courageous, he doesn't look like a slave at all, looking at the back who is older or younger than him, they all look frightened, only this young man has developed such a temper.

Chu Huai and Wei Zifang in the illusion simultaneously raised the corners of their lips, revealing a smile.

Then he took the poor and unlucky little turtle back with a flick of his sleeves.

Of course, he has no way to really resurrect the dead creatures. Even if the Daluo god came, he would not be able to do such a life-defying thing.

But he has traveled for many years and has covered a lot of things, and if he can't be resurrected, he will think of other ways.

Chu Huai watched Wei Zifang go back to the palace and read the classics day and night to find a solution, even leaving behind the business of the elixir of immortality.

The group of imperial alchemists were very dissatisfied with his sloppy attitude, and the senior brother also had a headache.

"What's the rush? Can such a precious elixir be refined in a day or two? They let them refine it by themselves in a hurry, as if no one knew what they were doing in private? People are smoked to death..."

He didn't care, even sneered.

Not all cultivators in the world are upright and enter the Tao. Qin Huang is obsessed with longevity, and he summons capable people from all over the world. They can fish in troubled waters regardless of their depth.

In order to find out the secret of immortality, what can't be done?What method dare not try?

"Junior Brother, that's why I invite you down the mountain. You should be able to calculate the fate of Emperor Qin."

Brother, why don't you know, sigh.

If it can't be completed, these slaves of the immortal race will definitely not be able to survive once Emperor Qin dies. It's a pity that they will go to find such a strange race when they are looking for a needle in a haystack.

He paused, thinking of the boy he still had an agreement with.

"Senior brother, I have a way to prolong my life. As long as His Majesty promises not to leave the old man's affairs to me, I will help him. How do you feel?"

"Can it really be done?"

"Yes, as long as you agree to my request."

He smiled lightly, staring at the excited brother, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Brother, this age is really in vain, and so many years of Taoism are in vain. Don't you know that there is a word in this world called 'coax'?

He doesn't have the ability to change fate against the sky, but he has the ability to turn the tide.

No matter how the senior brother advised Qin Huang to save the little turtle, he went to the dungeon again.

With anticipation to fulfill the promise with the boy, he wanted to see what the staring wolf cub looked like when he smiled.

Last time, he didn't see what the other person looked like with his dirty face, he only remembered the pair of clear eyes and the snarky temper.

His reappearance terrified the soldiers in charge of the dungeon and the slaves of the immortal race.

Bingtou greeted him cautiously and asked him the purpose of coming, and apologized again for the collision last time, and helped the boy plead for mercy, the act of maintenance was very obvious.

He knew why Ke Bingtou was so protective of wolf cubs.

Because this Bingtou is the boy's father, Yu Ke's name is obvious, and he has checked it in private. It is because of Bingtou's protection that the wolf cub can develop such a bold temper as a slave.

The guards are stationed in the dungeon all year round, and the old people are beautiful, so it is normal to have feelings for a long time.

It's just that the ability of the soldier can only do this, to make the lover's son feel better, and other things can't be protected.

Compared with the fear of Bingtou and other slaves, Yu Ke was obviously much more courageous.

Seeing him appearing, I immediately remembered the agreement, and ran up to him in surprise, grabbed his arm and asked anxiously,

"Where's the little turtle, where's my little turtle? Did you bring it back to life?"

The anxious young man only cared about his own tortoise, and was not afraid of worrying about whether his bold behavior would offend the noble adults, so he looked up anxiously.

His face was still dirty, and his hands were black, as if he had just grabbed charcoal.

He always loves to be clean, a little helpless,

"I saved your turtle, but you stained my clothes, how are you going to compensate me?"

The boy reacted, looked at the black paw prints on his sleeves, and looked at him with a cold expression, his clear eyes moved, and then quickly hid his hands behind his back, said.

"I just washed the clothes for you, so hurry up and return my little turtle, I don't believe you really have the ability to bring the dead back to life!"

The rapid and agitated voice was obviously an intention to avoid the most important and take the lightest.

He couldn't help laughing, he was quite smart.