Chapter 630 Dark and Bloodthirsty Demonic Qi

"Oh, good disciple, you don't know, this time for the teacher to save him, but he lost a lot, 90% of the true essence has been completely depleted, and it will take at least half a month to recover. This loss is simply It is immeasurable, you must use countless fine wines to compensate for being a teacher!"

Hexi nodded with a smile, he really had nothing to do with his old urchin-like master.

The old man's eyes fell on Ouyang Haoxuan, but there was a deep look in his eyes, "Good boy, this little guy has experienced too much darkness, and now his soul has been infected with a dark and bloodthirsty magic. Just now Master was inadvertently and was almost attacked by the demonic energy in his body. Fortunately, you used your pure spiritual fire to expel the demonic energy in time, and we all escaped. But..."

"You still have to be careful with this person. If one day the dark side of his heart is out of control, it may hurt you. Good boy, I think you should stay away from this little guy."

Hexi smiled, and there was no fluctuation in his expression, but he said lightly: "If I had had an experience like his, I might have become darker and more bloodthirsty than him."

"What's more, rather than choosing to escape from fear of unknown results, I would rather choose to improve my strength so that no one can hurt me."

The old man was stunned for a while, then he laughed a few times, stroked his beard and left in a hurry.

Hexi just gave him a few jars of wine, but he has spent so much real energy this time that he almost collapsed his avatar, what a loss! No, he needs to drink more wine to make up for it...all of it!

Hexi stayed where he was, watching Ouyang Haoxuan rolling on the sand, screaming and wailing in pain.

The scorching heat wave caused the temperature of the desert to rise rapidly. Even if Hexi had been condensing water and spiritual power to resist, his hair and clothes were gradually wet with sweat.

"Ahhh--!"

Ouyang Haoxuan could no longer endure the burning pain everywhere, he suddenly stretched out his hand and dug towards his dantian fiercely.

It seemed that something was collapsing in his mind, telling him that life was so painful.

He has lost everything, and there is no point in living.

Rather than live in such pain and despair, he might as well die.

The hand that was raised in the air was grabbed, and the hand that grabbed him was cold and soft, but with decisive strength.

A cold and transparent voice resounded in his ears, with a mocking and contemptuous tone, "Ouyang Haoxuan, are you so promising?"

"Your parents were tortured and killed by the Feng family, and your family was destroyed by Feng Yunjing. Before your father died, he still thought about your safety. Please beg me to save you and let you live well. Your hatred is not yet there. Report, you want to die before your parents are buried? Ouyang Haoxuan, are you right about your parents and the deep blood feud on you? "

Ouyang Haoxuan opened his eyes with difficulty, and a beautiful face was vaguely reflected.

His eyebrows were picturesque, handsome and handsome, his sweaty black hair fell down on his snow-white forehead, making the young man look weak and delicate.

But those beautiful phoenix eyes were so cold and so determined.

With a sarcastic arc, as if mocking his cowardice and his incompetence.

Do not! He didn't want to be laughed at by these eyes, and he didn't even want to be looked down upon by this person.

He wants to live, even if he loses all hope, even if he has nothing, at least he can stay with this person.