Wrapping oneself in a cocoon
The young man in front of him suddenly changed color the next moment. Yuan Feng turned around and saw that the area in front of the magic circle was completely covered by a layer of white light.
The boy was shocked and angry: "What are you doing?!"
Ren Xuan was pulled by the little devil by the collar, the light and shadow in front of his eyes suddenly flashed, and the next moment, he was already in the white light.
Ren Xuan was thrown back to the ground by the little kid again. This time it was even worse. In front of Lu Shian, his face made a close and solid contact with the ground.
In this kind of situation, of course, we cannot show any embarrassment.
So, Ren Xuan straightened up on his own, lazily dusted himself off, and said nonchalantly, "Little boy, don't move."
He pointed to the side and said casually, "We control this place. If you dare to mess around, we will kill him."
This white light is nothing special, it's just a basic formation, used to block those Yanshi, and at most it has some healing effect.
It is certainly immoral to lie to a child, but it is a different story if the child can kill him with one hand.
The young man stared at him, murderous intent surging in his eyes, but he did not move.
Ren Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, shifted his gaze away from Yuan Feng, and looked at the young man sitting in the main seat of this so-called "wedding".
The man's eyes were lifeless, like a finely carved puppet, as if he had long lost his self-awareness.
Ren Xuan squatted down and placed his fingertips on the other person's pulse, but the man still showed no reaction.
Ren Xuan frowned slightly and looked up at Lu Shian: "Is it already a puppet?"
Lu Shian's eyes were gloomy: "It could also be a method of controlling the spirit."
The young man in front of him had anger between his brows: "Let my brother go!"
Ren Xuan obediently let go.
If you really piss this brat off, with his level of skill, he probably won't be able to withstand even one move. As for Lu Shian... as a formation master, I'm afraid he won't even be able to withstand one move.
As a person, you must know the times.
Ren Xuan patiently lowered himself to the ground, his tone coaxing and deceiving: "Your name is Yuan Feng, and your brother's name is Yuan Yi, right?"
The little kid was easy to coax. Yuan Feng frowned, still on guard: "How did you know?"
Ren Xuan rolled his eyes in his heart.
Nonsense! Just to check your background, I have to go to countless places and ask countless people.
Back then, Qin Shu casually said, "Yuan Feng is a Japanese devil, where does his brother come from?"
Ren Xuan spent a full six months investigating.
He was busy talking and running around, but he did find something after all.
Yuan Feng was not raised by the Yanshis, and even the name Yuan Feng was not given by the Yanshis.
This work, which Yanshi called "the son of a human ghost", did not have the gradual mental growth process of an ordinary child.
In the third year after he was created, the Yanshi people discarded this failure - a waste that had been raised for several years but could not even speak.
That year was the winter of the 24th year of Zhenghe.
According to the villagers of Wanrong Village, the evil seedling was wearing a tattered jacket and huddled under a maple tree at the entrance of the village. He was dirty, could not speak clearly, and could only cry.
It's obvious at a glance that this kid isn't very clear-headed.
The silly and foolish baby was not liked by anyone. He cried all day long. The villagers would just glance at him from afar and give him a few steamed buns.
But the steamed bread was too hard and the little kid couldn't eat it.
As it was getting dark, the apprentice of the old hunter in the village came back from the mountains.
When passing by the village entrance, the trembling little guy under the maple tree no longer had the strength to cry.
That young hunter was also an orphan who was picked up.
Many years ago, an old hunter picked him up from the ice and snow. If it weren't for that hand that reached out, the young man might have fallen in the nameless mountains and forests, buried in the wind and snow.
The young man looked at the small figure in front of him, and for a moment, it seemed as if he saw his former self.
Feeling sympathy for one's own kind, Yuan Yi lowered his eyes, bent down, stretched out a hand, and led the ragged child back home.
That night, the so-called "son of a human ghost" got his own name -
His name is Yuan Feng.
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At that time, Yuan Yi would never have thought that his good intention would bring a devastating disaster to the entire Wanrong Village.
According to the recollections of the old people in the village, the silly baby suddenly learned to speak when he was eight years old.
It was the winter of the 29th year of the Zhenghe reign. According to local custom, a child's eighth birthday should be celebrated with great fanfare.
Many villagers found by Ren Xuan remembered that day, they saw Yuan Feng under the maple tree at the entrance of the village.
The once silly and foolish baby can now recognize people. The boy sits quietly under a tree, carrying a bag full of food.
Around noon, the young man returned from the mountains and brought back a wolf.
The little kid jumped into the arms of the young man. The young man put his arm around Yuan Feng and took him to the village tailor, where he got a new off-white jacket.
In a small village, this is already a pretty decent gift.
That was also the last decent birthday in Yuan Feng’s life.
The old tailor found by Ren Xuan clearly remembered that day: "That day, in my shop, I don't know how, that troublemaker suddenly started talking."
In front of the tailor shop, the little baby held in the young man's arms raised one hand, and Yuan Feng rubbed the undried blood stains on the young man's face in an awkward manner.
"Brother's Dao Yuan Jue shouldn't be practiced like that. If you focus your mind on stillness and let the five energies converge, you will be able to reach the next level."
"Then, I can defeat the monsters in the forest."
But in just a moment, Yuan Feng possessed the intelligence of an eight-year-old child.
With just one sentence, the kid who had only been able to vaguely call him "brother" for five years now showed unparalleled martial arts talent.
A miracle of偃術 that should not exist in this world quietly awakens.
A man is innocent unless he is in possession of a treasure.
The Yanshi people also noticed this.
They realized that the "junk" they had thrown away was not a failure, but the most perfect creation among all the puppets in history.
The Yanshi easily destroyed the village where the child had lived for more than ten years, trying to erase all of Yuan Feng's past.
But there are some things that they are determined to be unable to erase. The Yanshi people found that their devils could no longer leave their so-called family.
That ordinary human being took this position preconceivedly, and Yuan Feng no longer considered anyone else as a family member, including the Yanshi who created him.
They prided themselves on their flawless masterpiece - but ended up relying on a piece of trash, which was unacceptable to the arrogant Yanshi people.
Back then, when Ren Xuan first met Yuan Feng's so-called brother, he was already a hollow shell, neither human nor ghost. The puppet technique was the work of Master Yan.
These guys who claim to be the gods of creation, in the name of偃術, deprive people of their will and try to manipulate everything in their hands.
Ren Xuan knew it all just by thinking with his feet.
There is no way Yuan Feng would have no grudges against this group of Yanshi.
Yuan Feng's enlightenment is closer to sudden enlightenment, and the next node is when he is sixteen years old.
In other words, Yuan Feng's cognition at this time is still at the level of an eight-year-old.
This means that Yuan Feng is still just a child now.
——There is an opportunity to take advantage of.
"Ren Xuan, hurry up!"
Lu Shian's voice suddenly rang out, and sweat flowed down the young man's brow. A strange luster appeared in Lu Shian's eyes. It was not the usual clearness, but mixed with a faint golden color, which was a sign of excessive consumption of Qi.
A burning atmosphere permeated the enclosed space of the magic circle, and the air was almost distorted by the excessive magical power.
Ren Xuan stopped talking nonsense: "Xiao Feng, those outside are all bad people."
Ren Xuan stared at the boy in front of him. "Let me put it this way, they want to be your family. Not your brother, just you and them."
"You're talking nonsense!"
The boy's childish face was slightly distorted by anger. Yuan Feng's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Uncle said that my brother is sick and he will get better."
Ren Xuan: "How did you get better?"
Yuan Feng said without hesitation: "Uncle said to bring good luck! If I get married, my brother will get better!!"
Yuan Feng was just unconsciously angry, but the aura of the entire magic circle was distorted along with the boy's emotions.
The magic power surged, the space was turbulent, and his internal organs were in turmoil. Lu Shian was caught off guard and choked on a mouthful of blood. The space around him began to fluctuate violently.
In just a few breaths, more than ten偃师 had torn open the barrier of the magic circle and rushed into the formation.
The large-scale destruction of the formation had exhausted everyone, and even Mo Dong, the leader, was now out of breath.
He forced himself to stand up straight and stretched out his hand towards Yuan Feng: "Xiao Feng! Come here quickly!"
Ren Xuan did not stop him, nor did he take any action immediately.
He raised his voice: "Brothers, if Xiao Feng gets married, his brother will get better. Is that true?"
Ren Xuan said calmly, "I just made an agreement with Xiao Feng. It's true. I'll let him get married."
“It’s fake—”
Ren Xuan raised his eyes and stared at the leading Yanshi, who spoke every word with a hidden edge.
"I'll kill you all."
The air stagnated in an instant.
All the Yanshi subconsciously held their breath, and Mo Dong looked up in astonishment, obviously not expecting the other party to interrogate him in such a direct manner.
What made him even more horrified was that—
Yuan Feng did not refute.
The boy even looked at him expectantly.
"Is it okay, Uncle Mo?"
The boy's voice is soft, with the purity and hope unique to children.
But deep down in Mo Dong's heart, a chill ran through his bones.
Although she looked so pitiful with her eyes wide open, it made Mo Dong feel cold all over.
Mo Dong's heart stagnated, and his voice became slightly hoarse: "Xiao Feng, I heard from your uncle... your brother is sick. From now on, we can take care of him together..."
Yuan Feng's eyes suddenly dimmed.
"You said that if I got married, my brother would get better."
Looking at the hostility that was faintly visible between the boy's brows, Mo Dong felt a pang of palpitations.
Mo Dong smiled, his voice was particularly soft, and he coaxed in a flattering way: "Xiao Feng, even if you don't have a brother, your uncle will still take care of you."
This statement is obviously wrong.
On Yuan Feng’s left, a scarlet cyclone began to condense.
"I want my brother."
The boy's voice was still childish, but a dangerous fire was burning in his eyes.
The monster is angry.
Mo Dong's face turned pale in an instant, and he froze in place, his palms soaked with cold sweat.
Ren Xuan, who was standing aside, raised his eyebrows with interest, watching the group of Yanshi who were trapped in their own webs and sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire.
The dark red was still gathering, and Yuan Feng began to feel an abnormal chill around his body.
Even the breath exhaled by the boy condensed into white mist.
"I became like this after I went out with you guys."
"You changed my brother back."
Mo Dong's forehead was covered in sweat, and his speech speed subconsciously increased, as if he was trying his best to comfort the out-of-control boy in front of him: "Xiao Feng, listen to your uncle, he is not your brother! You have no blood relationship with him! Your uncle is your family!"
There was a buzzing sound, and the aura around the young man suddenly changed.
In the dark red energy that looked like blood, a sharp blade slowly took shape. It was that strange and extraordinary sword again.
"I don't want you anymore."
The young man spoke calmly, his voice filled with death.
"You guys change my brother back."
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