Chapter 9 I'll go home with you

Xuan Mo came out at about three o'clock. He did not go back to class or the dormitory, but walked to Miyue City alone.

In fact, Xuanmo didn't know where to go when he came out, just like losing his soul. Finally, after thinking about it, he decided to go to the city for a break.

Since Xuanmo went to Fengyue College, he has rarely been to the city, unless there are some special circumstances, such as buying daily necessities. In addition, Lianyue pulled Xuanmo out several times, and Xuanmo spent the rest of the time in practice.

But this time Xuanmo is really not in the mood to practice anymore. He desperately absorbed the energy of the crystal nucleus, but he did not even break through the first level, which is undoubtedly a huge blow to a ten-year-old child.

Xuanmo walked on the road and has been wondering if he is really suitable for practicing the magic of fire. It has been three months, and there is still half a month left, but he still stays at the first level. How can he explain to his father and the villagers when he goes back? Thinking about this, Xuan Mo became more and more sad and frustrated.

Walking alone on the street of the human brain, looking at the bustling crowd, I heard a few warm dialogues from time to time.

"Mom, I want to eat sugar-coated haws."

"Xiaohui wants to eat sugar-coated haws! Mom will buy it for you later.

"Well, mom is very kind to Xiaohui."

"Silly child, of course mom is good to you."

"Mom, let's buy three, one for mom, one for me and one for dad."

"Ha ha, Xiaohui is so good, but mom and dad don't eat it. Just eat it."

"No, I want both my father and mother to eat."

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Listening to the conversation between the warm mother and son, Xuan Mo couldn't help but think of his mother, his mother's nagging concern, and his mother's favorite braised carp for him.

At this moment, Xuanmo suddenly had an impulse to go home. After all, he had been separated from his parents for more than three months, coupled with the blow to his practice. At this time, when I heard their conversation, I naturally wanted to go home and return to my mother immediately.

"How dare a beggar to stain the prince's clothes." A domineering voice broke Xuanmo's meditation. Xuanmo came to his senses, opened the crowd in the direction of the sound, and slowly squeezed into the front row of the onlookers. He saw two tall strong men beating a little beggar.

In front of him is a young man in a white robe dressed in gorgeous silk. The white robe is engraved with a beautiful moon, which is different from the moon on the robe of Fengyang. The teenager stood there, showing disdain and arrogant on his handsome face, and behind him stood two tall and powerful guards.

The teenager still said from time to time, "Bad beggar, if you dare to touch my prince's clothes, it's really a lifeless thing." This person is the third prince of the Miyue Kingdom, Qingfeng. He always dominates by his identity. Although people hate him, no one says anything.

He was beaten by a little beggar in shabby clothes. It seemed that he begged, begged for the wrong object, and was severely beaten, but when Xuanmo approached again, he was still a little girl.

Xuanmo looked at this scene, the severely beaten little girl, and then at the onlookers. He finally couldn't help being kind.

Xuan Mo took a step forward, shouted in an angry tone, " Stop, don't fight."

The two strong men who beat the little girl stopped, turned their heads strangely, looked at the thin and worn-out Xuanmo, and slowly turned their heads to the breeze.

Qingfeng waved to him, slowly walked to Xuanmo's side, and said disdainfully, "You are a civilian. What are you that dare to stop me? Do you know who I am?"

Xuanmo said coldly, "I don't know who you are. I just know that you did something wrong, so I want to stop you."

The breeze suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, do you want to stop me? Let me tell you, ignorant civilians, I am the third prince of the Lost Moon Kingdom today. What do I want to do? No one can stop me. Now, you actually want to stop me. It's really looking for death.

Xuanmo heard the teenager say that he was the third prince of Miyue Kingdom, and his heart couldn't help sinking. He clearly understood his strength and his weight. He knew that it was difficult for him to get out today.

"I'm sorry, Third Prince, Xiaomin is rude. Please don't hit that little girl again." Xuanmo said respectfully.

Qingfeng, with an arrogant expression, mocked disdainfully, "Do you know my prince now? Want to save him? OK, you can get beaten for him."

Xuan Mo gritted his teeth, thinking about the appearance of the little girl who had been severely beaten just now, looked at the arrogant breeze, and said seriously, "I'm willing to be beaten for her. Please don't embarrass her anymore."

Qingfeng pointed to the two guards behind him and said, "Go and teach me a lesson to this ignorant civilian and let him know the price of offending this prince."

The two guards heard Qingfeng's order and went straight to Xuanmo. The guard on the left clenched his right fist and bombarded Xuanmo's face fiercely. Xuanmo was immediately bombarded to the ground. He found that this punch made his whole body painful.

You know, can the bodyguard protecting the prince be an ordinary person? These four guards have reached level 30 strength, and the bodyguard who bombarded Xuanmo is a soil fighter up to 38 levels.

Seeing that Xuanmo was punched to the ground, the little beggar hurriedly climbed to Qingfeng's side and hugged his leg. "Please, Your Highness, please don't hit him again and please raise your hand."

Qingfeng hummed arrogantly, and then kicked the little beggar out, "Bad beggar, how dare you** my prince's clothes." Pointing to the other two bodyguards, "You continue to hit her to death."

When Xuanmo saw that they beat the little girl again, he couldn't help shouting angrily, "How can you do this, Your Highness, please don't beat him again." But before Xuanmo finished speaking, he punched Xuanmo in the face again.

Under the continuous bombardment of two fighters with 30-level strength, Xuanmo felt that his bones were about to fall off, his face was blue and purple, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with bright red blood.

As time went by, the little girl had fainted on the ground, and Xuanmo's consciousness became more and more blurred. He only hated that he was unable to protect others and gradually closed his eyes.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly hit. The Miyue City, which had no yellow sand at all, came with a lot of yellow sand with the wind. Everyone subconsciously covered their eyes.

Strangely, the two fighters with more than 30 levels could not withstand this strange wind and tried to lift the magic and resist it.

And Xuanmo subconsciously felt that the wind was mixed with his familiar breath. Then, Xuanmo only felt a kind amount and quickly picked him up. His whole body was light. A few seconds later, Xuanmo opened his eyes.

There is no crowd in front of him. In a quiet alleyway, there is an equally shabby beggar standing in front of Xuanmo, but the beggar looks about 50 or 60 years old.

His face was covered with scum, holding an ordinary crutch in his hand, next to the little girl who had fainted.

Xuan Mo said, "Did you save me? Thank you!"

The old beggar suddenly smiled and said, "Who said I saved you? I'm free and want to play."

Xuan Mo endured the severe pain and said, "Anyway, thank you." With that, he had to lie down on the ground.

The old beggar quickly picked up Xuanmo and pressed his hand on his back. Xuanmo instantly felt a soft and friendly force conditioning his body.

When the old beggar injected his magic into Xuanmo's body, he showed an extremely surprised expression on his face and whispered at the corners of his mouth, "Really!"

After a while, Xuan Mo felt that his body had recovered a little, and the old beggar also took back his magic. Xuan Mo turned his head and said thank you respectfully to him.