My Beast Master is Really Not An Evil God

  Chapter 32 The Night King (for further reading recommendation)

"Who is speaking?"

  The little boy blurted out, but before he could react, he was suddenly bounced off by a force, and his body rolled on the ground, only to avoid the whipping of the sandstone snake's tail.

  The tail of the snake swept across, leaving a shallow trace on the ground.

   Seeing this, the two followers breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to persuade:

   "Boss, forget it, a lesson is enough, let's find some other fun!"

  However, the broken-haired boy's eyes were red, and even the beasts he was proud of couldn't defeat the poor man. Feeling a great insult, he roared angrily:

   "Sandstone snake, use a stone cone, I don't believe he is so lucky every time!"

   "Hiss!"

  The sandstone snake gathered earth elements, turned into two fist-sized sharp stone cones, and threw them out, but was "accidentally" dodged again.

"This is…"

  The thin little boy also felt that something was wrong. It seemed that there was an invisible force pushing him to avoid the attack. He seemed to have thought of something, and said in surprise:

   "Is it His Majesty the God?"

   Yet the sound just repeats:

   "Do you want to understand the meaning of life?"

"Your Majesty, although I should say yes, I don't quite understand the meaning of life and there will be changes, but my mother taught me to walk more roads and help more people if I have the ability. For those who are weak, to protect the weak from wind and rain, and most importantly, to let my family live a good life, this may be the meaning of my life..."

  The little boy hugged the wind civet and was constantly being drawn by the mysterious force to avoid the attack. It had a comic effect. After thinking for a moment, he answered a simple and sincere answer.

  The mysterious voice didn't sound again, as if he left disappointed because he didn't get a satisfactory answer.

   "Hiss!"

  The sandstone snake was also angry, and forced the little boy to the corner of the alley, spit out a large amount of yellow sand and swept away, and the gravel swept away, preparing for a fatal blow.

   "It seems that I am really a bad person, I can't even look down on the gods."

  The little boy smiled wryly, looking at the attacking stone vertebrae, he could not retreat, but he did not regret his answer, nor did he want to hand over the Wind Spirit Cat.

  He wants to protect others!

   Just as he was closing his eyes and preparing to face his fate of being seriously injured, the voice sounded again:

"as you wish!"

In the sky, the fog crow flew over, dropping a large number of invisible puppet strings, piercing the little boy's limbs silently, binding them tightly, like a puppeteer picking up his marionette , ready to start a grand show.

  The performance venue this time,

   is the world!

   Bang bang bang!

  Sharp sand and gravel penetrated the wall, and the sand and dust exploded instantly, blurring the vision.

"Ruined!"

  The two followers trembled with their eyes closed, for fear of seeing a **** man.

   "You know what will happen if you offend me!"

  The boy with broken hair laughed, completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

  However, the moment he was about to turn around, a thin and thin figure was reflected in his pupils, his eyes were indifferent, and his originally thin fist was constantly enlarged in his field of vision!

boom!

  The little boy punched the broken-haired boy with a friendship-breaking punch, and then he slid on the ground and passed out.

   "Hiss!"

  The sandstone snake on the side became angry when it saw this, spit out sand and roared towards the opponent, but the little boy rolled over to avoid the attack, and when he got up, he was already holding a thin bamboo in his hand, which is the child's favorite "stick" weapon.

   "Dahetian Sword Dance II - Falling Shadow of the Crescent Moon!"

Under the manipulation of the mastermind behind the scenes, the little boy turned into a master of swordsmanship. His figure was nimble and he used a stick instead of a sword. Behind him appeared a vague reflection of the black crescent moon, as if to devour everything. sinking into eternal darkness.

  The little boy suddenly picked up the wooden stick and hit the jaw of the sandstone snake that was about to spit out sand. It was so painful that it swallowed back the yellow sand that was about to spit out, and almost choked to death.

  Then the offensive did not end, the long stick fell into the sky like a waning moon, sank the ground, and slashed down suddenly with a whistling sound, hitting the snake's seven-inch position, smashing the snake's scales, **** and bloody.

   "Hiss—"

  The sandstone snake was hit at its weak point, its eyes widened, and its body fell stiffly, lying with its keeper.

   This scene just happened in the blink of an eye, and was just witnessed by two followers who just opened their eyes.

   This guy in front of him actually defeated a powerful beast with a mortal body?

How can this be! ?

  How could weak humans defeat extraordinary creatures!

  However, pinching their flesh, they realized that the scene in front of them was not a dream. They thought that they had bullied this kid before, and couldn't help their legs trembling, fearing that they would also be retaliated against.

   "Ah, ah, help..."

  The two were so frightened that they scrambled and ran out of the alley. As for the "boss" who was still unconscious on the ground, he was directly abandoned by them!

  The little boy quietly witnessed this scene, like a swordsman in a stage play, aloof and arrogant, but as the invisible thread on his body dispersed, a big drama came to an end.

   "God," retracting his puppet strings,

  Heroes will also come back to life.

  The extremity of the limbs suddenly became sore, and the muscle pain caused him to stagger and half kneel on the ground. He looked at the weak Wind Spirit Cat in his arms. Although he was on the verge of exhaustion, he still had a bright smile on his face:

   "Thanks to the help of His Majesty, we are all safe!"

   "Meow! (`

  The wind civet stretched out its thorny tongue, and gently licked the little boy's dirty face, expressing closeness and gratitude, which made the little boy laugh:

   "Haha, stop licking, it's so itchy..."

  The fog crow manipulated by Lu Yu looked at this scene, turned his head and was about to leave, but a little boy's voice sounded behind him:

   "Are you the incarnation of a god?"

  Mist Crow stopped, turned around, and found the little boy standing timidly, looking firmly at the black crow, scratched his head, and said shyly:

"The appearance of God's Crown came after you fell. I had some guesses before, but now I'm really sure. Thank you very much for your help. If I get hurt, my mother will have to work hard to make money again. I don't want her to be tired anymore Yes, thank you very much!"

   As he spoke, the little boy bowed and thanked him, and said sincerely:

   "Thank you, Your Majesty the Night King, I will definitely repay you in the future!"

  Just when he was manipulated by a puppet and used Daheitian swordsmanship, the little boy also sensed a trace of sword intent.

   It was as if he had seen the God of the night who was eternally silent but contained everything.

   Master of the Great Dark Sky!

   is the king of the night!

  Plop!

  When Mist Crow heard this name, he staggered and almost fell, flapped his wings, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

"Yaoh…"

  The little boy chanted repeatedly, with serious eyes, as if he wanted to engrave the name firmly in his heart, then squatted down, and said to the three-legged Wind Spirit Cat:

   "My name is Ling Xiaodong, and I have a mother who loves me. Although my family's conditions are average, I also want to say, can I invite you to be my family?"

"Meow!"

  The wind civet stretched out its small claws and covered Ling Xiaodong's hand without hesitation.

   "Haha, let's call it Ni Kung Fu, after all, three-legged cat Kung Fu!"

   "Meow?" Maomao was puzzled.

   One person and one cat leave the alley together...

  The fog crow in the sky dissipated the mist that concealed its figure, flew back into Lu Yu's room again, disintegrated into countless transparent silk threads, and was taken back by the little spider.

   "This cat is beyond my expectation..."

   Lu Yu looked thoughtfully at the back of the little boy leaving. When he was experimenting with manipulating the puppet, he originally wanted to use spider silk to block the attack of the stone cone. As a result, the three-legged cat's eyes lit up, causing Ling Xiaodong's speed to skyrocket, thus perfectly dodging the attack.

   Then there was the following scene.

   "This cat doesn't seem to be injured and lost a foot the day after tomorrow, but born, that is to say, it is a special individual."

  In the extraordinary group, due to the gathering and collision of a large number of spiritualities, there will always be some mutated individuals, which are similar to the genetic mutations in reality, but this kind of person born under the extraordinary power is commonly known as a special species.

   There are good and bad directions of mutation, some are color changes, some are physical changes, and some are racial skills.

  The racial skill of the wind civet cat is popular, it should let itself go with the wind, speed up itself, an intermediate skill.

  However, this three-legged cat can apply a light buff to others, reducing Ling Xiaodong's body weight by half, thus gaining unparalleled agility. Such an effect is at least an advanced skill.

  Compared with its peers, this three-legged cat is equivalent to a low-level mage who forced an assassin to change his job to a noble one.

  The future potential is unlimited!

   "Have a dream in your heart, shelter the weak, and don't make them trapped in thorns."

   Lu Yu smiled slightly. He is not a saint, but he also admires such a person with ideals.

  Since he wants to help, then do it. This is his attitude in life, and it is also his idea that he does not want to cause more trouble when meeting.

   It’s just the title of the Night King. Although it’s a bit of a secondary, it’s quite interesting.

  Especially the word ye, in previous life Chinese, looks like an eye.

   And he has the eye of truth in all things.

"This kid seems to have comprehended a trace of the Daheitian sword intent. Although it is only a seed, it is equivalent to obtaining the inheritance of the nun of the sky, with infinite possibilities. I don't know whether it will disappear from everyone or become a legend in the future... "

   There is really a sense of sight of the black hand behind the scenes manipulating the fate of others.

   "After watching the show for so long, I'm a little hungry!"

  Lu Yu stretched his waist, and was about to go downstairs for a meal, when he suddenly remembered that he still owed the student council president a meal, so we could solve it together.

  It is a little bit to save a little.

  So I took out my phone and found the chat contact.

  【Music Crow: President, shall we have breakfast together? 】

   There will be a reply soon.

  【President: OK】

  Lu Yu is also going to wash up. Girls should be more ink-stained, and they live a little far away. It should take 20 to 30 minutes. Fortunately, the Xiaolongbao shop downstairs is open until ten o'clock. They are all freshly made and will not affect the taste.

  However, less than ten seconds later, the message came again.

  【President: I’m downstairs at your house】

  Lu Yu:? ? ?

   Thank you for Shan Mo’s mang, good Zong Ping, book friend 20201118215519557, --sad~~~ for the 100 starting coins rewarded

  (end of this chapter)