The middle-aged man's clothes are very ordinary, just like a thatch that can be seen everywhere in the southern wilderness jungle. ◎

A short-sleeved top made of thick numb, a knee-length shorts of the same texture, a pair of ox-eared shoes made of fine rattan, and a long hair tied firmly behind a flexible grass. The simple and simple clothing is extremely neat.

The square face and the eyes of the divine eyes were fixed but not dissipated, giving people a very generous and reliable feeling. When Ji Hao saw the middle-aged man, he even felt the kind of generous fatherly love like Ji Xia from him for a moment.

His figure seemed a little shorter than the warriors in the Southern Wilderness, only one more head taller than Ji Hao, and could not compare with the big guys who were almost three meters away from the Fire Crow tribe. However, his physique was not thin. On the contrary, when he stood up, his actions gave people a particularly thick and heavy feeling, just like a bear patrolling his territory.

The middle-aged man did not have any strange aura, just like the ancient trees and big stones that could be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests, indifferent and natural. Even a warrior in the first level of the Witch Man Realm in the Fire Crow tribe had a sharper aura than him and was much more fierce.

But when Ji Hao looked at him, he felt that the middle-aged man was like a vast and boundless sea, not knowing its vastness or depth. The feeling he gave Ji Hao was even more unfathomable than Abao, and much deeper and more mysterious.

The downpour was swept by the strong wind and beaten down with howling.

But the middle-aged man was clean, without a drop of watermark or mud. Even after he held Ji Hao, there was no raindrop on Ji Hao and Manman. The wind was still the same, and the rain was still the same. However, around the middle-aged man, the wind and rain could not invade any of it, just like this small place where Ji Hao and Manman were, it was originally sunny and sunny.

‘Gugu’, ‘Gugu’, a black and white dove flew out of the middle-aged man’s sleeve, stood on his shoulder with a rice ear in his mouth, and pecked carefully.

"Haha, the little guy is awake." The middle-aged man held Ji Hao and Manman and carefully let them sit under a big tree by the river. He reached out and took out a black jade bottle the size of a fist from a pocket sewn on his waist.

The pigeon looked at Ji Hao curiously and kept shouting softly.

The Ya Gong poked his head out of Ji Hao's arms and looked at the pigeon weakly. The two birds stared at each other with big eyes, making "cuckoo" and "rattle" sounds from time to time.

The middle-aged man poured out two thumb-sized pills from the jade bottle. He pointed his finger and exploded, turning into two green mists and drilled into Ji Hao and Manman's bodies respectively.

Ji Hao's internal organs, which were burning like fire, suddenly felt a coolness, and countless dark wounds in his body healed quickly. Countless dark blood stasis in his pores turned into thin blood scattered continuously. Soon, blood stasis piled up a thick layer of blood scab on his skin.

Manman's face was twisting and constantly twisting his shoulders. The wound behind her that had injured her lungs was squirming rapidly. A layer of green light and a blood light kept rubbing and impacting each other, and a trace of blood kept flowing out, destroying and healing. The conflict between the two opposing forces brought Manman great pain.

"It's the corrosive power of Blood Moon." The middle-aged man frowned and snorted softly: "It's true that a group of evil ghosts are behind you. Are these damn guys, they are in the Southern Wilderness, so domineering? Little girl, your dad...well, isn't your dad in the Southern Wilderness?"

Manman looked at the middle-aged man in surprise: "Uncle, do you know my dad?"

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile and patted Manman's little head hard: "My name is Si Wenming, I do know your father. When you were born, your father extorted a hundred yellow Zhongli from me to help you with your body."

Si Wenming sniffed, pressed his big hand on the wound on Manman's back, and a thick yellow air gushed in the palm of his palm. The blood that could not be entangled in Manman's wound was domineeringly pulled out by the yellow air. The yellow air rotated, and the blood light was quickly ground into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated.

The power of the blood moon dissipated, and Manman's wounds healed quickly under the nourishment of green air. She opened her mouth and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood stasis. Her energy and spirit were completely restored in an instant, and her energy was much more abundant than Ji Hao.

Si Wenming dipped a little blood that Manman vomited with his fingers, and carefully put it to his nose and sniffed it. Then he smiled and said, "Hey, I didn't recognize the wrong person. You are indeed the daughter of Old Zhurong. If your father was in the Southern Wilderness, who would dare to beat you like this? You would have been roasted and made into firewood long ago?"

Manman grabbed Ji Hao's ragged sleeves and tears suddenly popped up: "Dad is not here, Manman sneaked out to play... Lao Yan is dead, and Manman's guards are all dead. Woo woo, a evil woman from Bi Fang tribe colluded with those evil ghosts and killed Lao Yan and the others!"

Ji Hao kept looking at Si Wenming and always felt that the name was a bit familiar.

After hearing the words of Si Wenming and Manman, Ji Hao felt a little moved again. Manman's father, Zhurong? Is Zhurong? Ji Hao finally managed to control his agitation. Sure enough, Manman is the daughter of the legendary master of the Southern Wilderness.

In the legend told by the witch sacrifices of the Fire Crow tribe to the dolls in the tribe, the most supreme ruler of the Southern Wilderness, Zhurong clan, is not humans, but gods, the real god. Zhurong clan, the patriarch of the Zhurong clan, is the Fire God who controls all flames between heaven and earth, that is, the Southern God.

Ji Hao has always been undeniable about the statement of "god". The Zhurong clan is probably just an extremely powerful tribe. They put the god's hat on their heads. But he is indeed full of curiosity about the Zhurong clan. Now, the Zhurong clan's youngest daughter Manman is actually sitting next to him and crying loudly.

He reached out and patted Manman's head, and Ji Hao said lightly: "Okay, Manman, that evil woman Jiang Xi has been killed by me."

A sharp, resentful roar suddenly came from the river: "You killed Jiang Xi! Damn little miscellaneous! I want to cut you into pieces! Damn, before I could taste her taste, you beat her up. I have no interest in dead people at all!"

Di Luo, whose right chest was broken, rode a metal centipede along the river with the support of two three-eyed young men. Thousands of soldiers of the Ga tribe and nearly ten thousand servants ran towards this side with fierce roars.

"Sure enough, it's an evil ghost! It's okay if you don't meet it. Since you have encountered it, haha."

Si Wuming smiled and pulled out the black iron sword on his back, and stabbed forward with a simple sword.

The ground within a radius of thousands of miles moved slightly, and a powerful and powerful force flashed slightly. Diluo and the elite warriors of the Blood Tooth he brought suddenly solidified. The expressions on their faces were completely stiff and frozen. As a gust of mountain wind blew, Diluo and the warriors of the Blood Tooth Group turned into a piece of smoke and dust at the same time drifted away with the wind.

With a 'ding ding dangdang' sound, Diluo and the warriors of the Blood Tooth Team fell one after another.

Ji Hao and Manman opened their mouths at the same time, unable to speak for a long time.

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