Suppressing the urge to complain, Rong Jian was silent for a while, then he drew the spiritual power in his body and began to circulate it according to the path of the technique.
No matter how unreliable Fu's words were, he still chose to believe her. It had nothing to do with anything else, it was just his intuition that she would not harm him.
He had nothing left to lose, so he had to hold on tightly to this only tenderness.
Looking at the young man who was saying one thing but doing another, Fu laughed: "Oh, you don't believe it, do you?"
Rong Jian: "..." Why is this boastful tone so annoying! So putting my feelings on this broken weapon spirit is really a waste of emotion!
But then he heard Fu shouting softly: "Right, hide!"
Without time to think, Rong Jian suddenly turned his body and rushed back a distance.
Because the direction changed suddenly, there was no time to retract the forward momentum, and Rong Jian fell directly to the ground and rolled around before stopping. Ignoring the dust all over his body, Rong Jian hurriedly got up from the ground and looked to the left.
Just now, if Fu hadn't reminded him, his left arm might have been injured, and the murder weapon was an arrow, an arrow shot by a human.
The arrow pierced the eyes of the purple-haired pig that was chasing him and was deeply embedded in its head.
"Chirp! Chirp!"
The purple-haired pig rolled on the ground, obviously in great pain, but this last movement was just a weak struggle.
Blood flowed from its eyes, and its cries gradually weakened until it died.
At this moment, a group of people came over from a distance, and Rong Jian saw them at a glance. Their clothes clearly had the Rong family logo.
Why did they take action? Did they save him because they saw his purple-haired pig chasing him? Rong Jian didn't believe it, especially when he saw the man in the lead holding a bow, his expression became a little cold.
"Hey, second cousin, why are you out in the forest instead of staying with the tribe?" Rong Chi handed the bow to the person next to him and walked over quickly, looking concerned. "What if you get hurt?"
Rong Jian secretly clenched his fists, suppressing anger in his heart.
It is said that Rong Lirong and others who came to cause trouble that day only came to see him occasionally, but the one in front of him had been appearing in front of him constantly since the beginning.
Taking away his things in the name of doing good for him... That's not right, he "voluntarily" gave them to him.
Rong Chi looked Rong Jian up and down, and said with relief: "Fortunately, I shot the arrow just in time, otherwise, my second cousin, you would have been injured!"
The words sounded high-sounding, but just now, the arrow was clearly aimed at his arm.
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the indignation in his heart, Rong Jian regained his composure: "That's right, thank you, cousin."
Since Rong Chi wanted to act out this brotherly and respectful act, how could he not accompany him?
"Hey, what's there to thank me for?" Rong Chi put his arm around Rong Jian's shoulders and said in a teasing tone, "What's our relationship? Why should we be so distant?"
The moment Rong Chi swung his arm, Fu floated up from Rong Jian's arm and landed on top of his head. She seemed to feel a little unstable and even grabbed a bunch of his hair.
Sensing Rong Jian's inner restlessness, Fu leaned over and patted his forehead, then sent a telepathic message: "If you're unhappy, I'll help you beat them up, okay?"
Then he thought for a moment and explained, "This is voice transmission. Others can't hear it. If you want to say something in your heart, I can hear it."
Knowing that no one could hear Fu's words, Rong Jian breathed a sigh of relief, but then he thought of his own problem and fell silent for a moment.
Not happy, of course.
But, this time he could rely on Fu to help him vent his anger, but what about next time? The next time? The future? He couldn't always rely on her.
So, it was just a temporary irritation, so what? One day, he would become strong enough to pay back everything these people had done to him.
With the firm belief in my heart, those turbulent emotions were suppressed.
"Thank you, but no need. I will take revenge myself." Rong Jian responded.
The man and the spirit of the weapon were communicating in their hearts, but in the eyes of some people outside, Rong Jian suddenly became stunned.
Rong Chi's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he placed his arm on Rong Jian's shoulder, exerting some strength: "What are you thinking about, second cousin? Why are you so absent-minded?"
"Nothing." Rong Jian came back to his senses, brushed away the hand on his shoulder, turned around and walked back the way he came.
The purple-hair pig was shot to death by an arrow, causing some of the purple hair on its body to not be shot out. The unshot purple hair did not reach the required hardness and was useless to collect.
But there was no other way. After all, the pig was already dead and it was impossible for it to stand up again and contribute the remaining purple Hao.
What Rong Jian has to do now is to collect the purple hairs shot out by the purple-haired pig before it died... After all, it is the result of his hard work.
Each purple hair is only the length of a finger and as thin as a needle. To find it, one can only rely on the purple light reflected by the sunlight, which is very difficult.
This is another reason why many mercenaries are reluctant to do this task, as it is too troublesome to collect.
But for cultivators with low cultivation, it doesn’t matter if it’s troublesome. As long as there is a reward and they can complete it, it is a good task.
Rong Jian never thought he was qualified to be picky.
However, before he could bend down to pick up the purple hair on the ground, Rong Chi followed.
"Hey, second cousin, how can you do this kind of thing? You are the second young master of our Rong family!" Rong Chi disapproved and instructed the people behind him, "Go and collect all the purple hairs on the ground!"
Rong Jian suddenly stood up, turned to look at Rong Chi, and said in a cold voice: "Rong Chi, what do you want?" He attacked him before, and now he wants to steal his achievements?
Finally seeing the expression he wanted to see, Rong Chi smiled innocently: "What do you mean, what do I want? Second cousin, you are the young master, how can you do these trivial things yourself? It's as if the Rong family is missing something from you."
Is this your excuse for stealing my things? Rong Jian pursed his lips, almost losing control of himself and rushing up to hit someone!
He knew he couldn't.
With his current strength, rushing up to fight these people would be like hitting a rock with an egg, and he might end up getting beaten for nothing... unless Fu took action.
"Hey!" Rong Chi directed his younger brothers, "Two of you come out and clean up the pig. It's almost time for dinner. Prepare some food for our Second Young Master!"
Second Young Master... Haha, how ironic!
Rong Jian didn't want to get entangled any longer, so he took big steps and wanted to get away from the group of people here.
Forced by his strength, he could only accept this kind of oppression, but... it wouldn't always be like this. Soon, in the near future, he would get it all back.
The boy bit his lower lip tightly, his expression tense, trying hard to suppress his emotions, but Ke Fu saw a hint of red at the corner of his lips. He must have bitten his lower lip, but he tried to cover it up himself.
Alas... Fu sighed and looked at the sky. It’s not far away, it will be soon!
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