On the land of China.

A huge black shadow swept through the clouds quickly, and a figure was sitting above it at this moment.

"It may take several days for Yuhan to completely refine it."

Ye Chen sat upright on Jiudiluan, looked at the mountains, rivers and land that were passing quickly below, and murmured: "Now you might as well take advantage of this time to find a place of extreme shade for Lin Tai."

Lin Taizhong was loyal to him, died for him, and even willing to become a ghost cultivator, he wanted to follow him. Since this is the case, how could he be indifferent?

Jiu Diaoluan said, "Master, you will cross the border of China further south..."

Now it has entered the Immortal Refining Period and is extremely respectful to Ye Chen. He knows very well that if it weren't for Ye Chen, he might still be showing the door to others.

“Huh?”

Ye Chen's spiritual sense swept the ground and suddenly frowned.

Because there seemed to be a fight near the border, and there was a faint familiar atmosphere in it.

"Go down and take a look."

Ye Chen gave an order, and the Jiudiaoluan immediately spread her wings and rushed towards the ground, as if thunder had landed.

The closer he got, the stronger the breath became. In the end, Ye Chen's heart trembled slightly: "Old Niu?!!"

...

It was a village less than fifty kilometers away from the border of Myanmar, but it was covered with blood and strong fires.

Countless uniformly dressed people set fire everywhere, and many people were leading wolf dogs to search for the mountains behind the village.

And at the foot of the mountain, a military car was closely guarded by many real guns and bullets.

In that car, a middle-aged man with white skin was holding a telescope and observed the mountains in the distance: "You must find that boy for me, you must see people alive and corpses when you die."

"Even if you flatten this mountain!"

"yes!"

A sound of firmness sounded inside the walkie-talkie.

And deep in the mountains, in the natural cave, the light was dim, and only tiny drops of water fell from time to time under the rock wall.

On the ground, a yellow cow was lying at this moment. The yellow cow was extremely old, as if dying.

If you look closely, you will find that blood is slowly flowing out of its abdomen.

In front of the scalper was a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old. The boy had a pale face, his lips were chapped, and his clothes were torn and torn.

While holding the dripping water in his hand, the boy lowered his head and turned his head to look at the scalper behind him: "Cow, are you okay?"

However, the scalper did not move, as if he was breathing.

The boy trembled and hurriedly squatted down and hugged the scalper, tears flowing out: "Scalper, you can't die, you can't die."

He has never been so sad.

The young man was named Qingshan. He was born in a small mountain village near the border of Myanmar in southern Yunnan. His parents died since childhood and were raised by his second uncle's family.

Not only did his second uncle not treat him as his nephew, he instead asked him to do all kinds of farm work, let alone let him go to school.

Therefore, Aoyama has been very sensible since childhood and has always been submissive until when he was about to become an adult, his second uncle was caught smoking big cigarettes.

From then on, he was the only one who survived independently. One day in the middle of the night, he heard a sound of a cow crying outside the house.

Qingshan pretended to open the door and saw a scalper standing outside the door.

The scalper is very old, with almost all her teeth falling off. It seems that she has walked a long way, and her limbs and hooves are worn out of shocking blood.

He will never forget the moment when the scalper saw him, he screamed extremely happily, as if he had seen an acquaintance, gently arching him with a pair of horns.

Qingshan initially thought that some cow from the village had come out, but after asking from door to door, he found that there was no incident of the cow missing.

In addition, the scalpers could not drive them away, so he had to let the scalpers stay in his home, and each person and one cow depended on each other for his life.

Although the scalpers are old, they are very smart and diligent. Every time they plant crops, they do not need to open their mouths. They take the initiative to put plows on themselves and plow the fields and soil.

Unexpectedly, just three days ago, a group of Burmese mercenaries broke into the village, as if searching for something and killing many people.

Only Qingshan rode the yellow cow into the back mountain and finally hid in this slightly narrow natural cave.

"Scalper, wake up, wake up..."

Qingshan shook the scalper's body violently and said in tears: "I promised to take you to the city to see you, you can't die!"

The scalper twitched, as if he had recovered a little consciousness, and opened his eyes and looked at him reluctantly.

"Owner……"

This is its first opening.

But he was frightened by Qingshan and sat heavily on the ground, his eyes full of fear when he looked at it.

"Master, don't be afraid..."

The scalper said something, very weak: "If I die, you will peel off my skin and put it on your body, which will save your life."

"No……"

Qingshan didn't care about fear, hugged its neck tightly and cried, "I don't allow you to die, I don't allow you to die..."

At this moment, he didn't know why he was so sad, as if he was not a cow in front of him, but an old friend of many years was about to die.

“There is a sound here!”

Suddenly, a scream came from outside, and then there was a rustling sound of footsteps coming quickly.

"No, they found us."

Qingshan's face changed and he was very scared.

The scalper roared hard, as if he was about to struggle to get up and leave with Qingshan, but to no avail.

It has lived for more than seventy years now.

It's old!

In addition, when he fled with Qingshan before, he was hit by a bullet, and the passage of blood accelerated the end of his life.

The recruited man, a tall and big black-faced man walked to the entrance of the cave, looked at Qingshan and sneered: "So you kid hide here!"

"Tell me, I've found someone!"

He turned around and said, then looked at Yiren Yi Niu with a ferocious expression: "Boy, are you coming out by yourself, or are we coming in to catch you?"

Qingshan's face turned pale.

The yellow cow whistled, as if he was unwilling to accept it.

The black-faced man ordered without looking back: "Come on, come in and catch that kid out!"

After saying that, there was no movement behind him. He subconsciously looked back and saw a black-haired young man staring at him expressionlessly.

All the dozens of subordinates I brought were lying on the ground, with their eyes wide open, as if they had experienced some fear before their death.

The black-faced man subconsciously wanted to pull out his gun.

"ah!"

The next moment, he screamed, and an arm burst out, and blood splattered his face.

He ignored the pain and looked at the black-haired young man with horror: "Who are you?"

"Bang!"

Ye Chen stuck out his hand and took it into his hand. He used force on his arm to wipe it out directly.

After seeing all this, Qingshan in the cave looked extremely scared.

He could not understand that those robbers who killed people without blinking in his eyes would be so fragile in front of the young man in front of him.
Chapter completed!