Suddenly, the middle-aged green s.h.i.+rt looked at the old owner's eyes, flas.h.i.+ng a little devilish light.

The magical light in his eyes was as real as substance, fast and instantly lost in the eyes of the old homeowner.

The old owner's body trembled violently, and the painful struggle appeared in his eyes. The look in his eyes gradually weakened, his breath rapidly declined, and a large area of old age spots began to appear on his old face.

With only a few blinks of effort, the old man seemed to be much older, and could clearly perceive that his vitality was pa.s.sing away.

At that moment, the old owner suddenly burst out with a roar.

Closely followed, the dim glow in his eyes brightened again.

His eyes have completely turned dark. There are strange black patterns on his body and face, which spread all over his body.

His hands were merged, and finally, a strange spell was formed. With his roar, his body swelled everywhere, as if countless little mice were swimming under his skin.

"Bang bang..." The m.u.f.fled voice continued.

Many places in front and back of the owner's chest burst open, spraying a large bloodmist, which was mixed with a little stinky odor. Obviously, he pushed out the invisible force that attacked him.

"Big Brother!"

"Home owner!"

This scene, let those old people come back to their senses, hurried to gather around the homeowner, glared at the middle-aged green s.h.i.+rt, showing a ready gesture.

In the atmosphere of swords pulling and crossing, the old owners gently waved his hands, indicating that the old people should not act rashly.

The old owner was bleeding all over his body, but he did not see his wounds. He looked at his middle-aged green s.h.i.+rt and said in a deep voice: "Now the Mengs, I am the master!"

The old owner may not be a middle-aged opponent, but his momentum at this time is absolutely beyond anyone's comparison.

Just as Meng Ziyang said, the master of the house does not attach importance to family ties, he values the overall interests of the Meng family. Such a person is very stubborn, not to mention the third ancestor of the Meng family in front of him, even if the first ancestor of the Meng family appeared here, he would still not compromise.

He is the head of the Meng family for twelve generations. As long as he is not dead, the Meng family will not allow others to make decisions.

At this moment, my impression of the homeowner has changed a little.

The middle-aged man in the green s.h.i.+rt looked at the old people and the homeowner again. His smile remained unchanged and he said softly: "Not bad, you are not too wasteful. You're barely qualified to survive this attack!"

After a pause, the man smile again, said in a warm voice: "However, even if you guys come to me together, still not qualified to fight with me. This generation of Meng is too weak..."

"Enough!" I interrupted the middle-aged man in my green s.h.i.+rt and frowned and said: "I don't want to be the owner of the Mengs family, and I don't want our family to be the mainstream. This time I came to the Meng family, I just wanted to take my father out of here, that's all!"

As I said, I took a deep breath and looked at the old homeowner and said in a deep voice: "I've pa.s.sed the test. Your word still counts, doesn't it?"

The homeowner glanced at me and gave me a crisp reply. "From now on, no one in the Meng family will go to your house for trouble!"

"ok." I nodded softly, then looked at the middle-aged green s.h.i.+rt and said nothing.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged, all of them were a little nervous.

The birth of this fellow is not a good thing for the present Mengs. n.o.body knows his temper and disposition, and what he will do.

The young man in the green s.h.i.+rt sighed and pinched his forehead, seemingly saying helplessly: "You refuse so simply that I don't know what to say... Let me just say so!"

He looked at me very carefully and said softly: "Give me a little of your blood, the blood of my ancestors, it's very important to me!"

I wasn't shocked by what he said. I guessed a little.

He looked at me differently and even chose to be born at this time, mainly because my blood was too powerful.

In fact, with his strength, no one could stop him even if he forcibly took the blood from me.

The main reason why he can treat me in such a gentle way now is not that he is soft-hearted, but because the bird is standing on my shoulder at the moment. Although this is only my guess, it should be very close.

If there were no bird, the middle-aged green s.h.i.+rt would not talk nonsense to me at all. It is possible to drain the blood directly from my body.

"Give him!" The three-legged bird on my shoulder whispered to me.

Then, the three-legged bird said to the blue middle-aged: "Old monster, you won't get something for nothing, will you? just give something in return to show your sincerity."

Listening to the three-legged bird, the middle-aged green s.h.i.+rt shook his head and grinned bitterly and said: "After sleeping for hundreds of years, I really don't have any treasures on me... Here, take this!"

He looked over his body, took out a small white phalanx, handed it to me, and smiled and said: "In the future, if you are in danger and crush it directly, I can sense your position and will rescue you once!"

I hesitated, took the phalanx and put it in my pocket.

Then I put my hand forward and said with some concern: "Not too much blood, is it?"

He smiled and said: "Not much, just a little!"

At this point, his fingernails scratched lightly on my wrist, and a wound appeared. The blood flowing out was absorbed by him on the palm of my hand and gathered into a blood cell. As the blood flows out more and more, the blood cells grow bigger and bigger until the fist size, the blood stops flowing in the wound.

His finger gently wiped on my wound, the wound healed instantly, it is amazing.

Then he looked at the fist-sized blood cells in his hands, which rolled and slowly compressed in the palm of his hand, and finally became a nail-sized bright red crystal, like a brilliant ruby.

He took the crystal away, took a sigh of relief, looked at the homeowners and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous. I won't stay here for long. I'm not interested in meddling in the Meng's affairs!"

"After sleeping for hundreds of years, it's time to go out and wonder if the old friends are still there. If somebody knows I'm still alive, I guess that expression must be wonderful! "

After that, he left with a smile and a handsome figure.

Until he left here, the homeowner and other people breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other.

I looked at the dead graves and then at my father. I asked in a low voice: "Dad, is there a grave for the first and second ancestors of the family in this cemetery?"

This question, I just suddenly thought of, mainly because of the third ancestors of Mengs.

Father was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head gently and said in a low voice: "No! Not only here, but also there is no memorial tablet of Mengs three generations ago in the ancestral temple hall, or even no portrait!