Infinite World Projection

"Yeah" a faint voice continued from behind.

A faint breeze blowing from a distance, blowing Chen Changming's hair, also brought bursts of bloody smell.

Leaning behind Chen Changming, looking at Chen Changming's vaguely familiar face, Yang Ling's face was pale, she smiled on her own, and slowly closed her eyes.

Her body was leaning against Chen Changming's back, just so close.

Although they did not speak, their hearts were still beating, and they could feel each other's existence.

"grandfather!"

From a distance, a clear voice came.

A smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Jing'er."

Chapter 121: Secrets of the Spirit King

"Jing'er."

Looking at the little boy in the distance, the old man smiled.

Chen Changming raised his head and looked into the distance.

Not far away, a young boy was running from a distance and quickly ran to the old man.

Judging from Chen Changming's eyes, this is a very delicate-looking teenager, who looks about 13 or 14 years old, wearing a gray robe.

His skin is fair and his appearance is too delicate. If he doesn't look closely, he might think that this is a girl.

At this moment, he ran all the way from a distance and threw directly into the arms of the old man.

"Jing'er, be good."

The old man touched the young man's head before turning around: "Today Grandpa brought you new friends."

"new friend?"

The boy tilted his head, and then looked at the two Chen Changming on the side.

"Grandpa, she is bleeding."

He saw Yang Ling behind Chen Changming at a glance, and his delicate little face suddenly became nervous.

"Yes, so hurry up and prepare guys."

There was a smile on the old man's face: "If it was later, this sister might be hopeless."

"Eh?"

The boy's expression became tense, and he ran to the side.

Seeing the young man's violent movements, the old man shook his head and smiled, and continued to lead Chen Changming forward.

"The humble house is simple, your friend can only be placed here."

Looking at Chen Changming, the old man said so.

"In this kind of place, it is already very good to have a place for resettlement."

Chen Changming carefully put Yang Ling down and turned to speak.

As they came in, some things were ready.

Commonly used silver needles, and some basic gold sore medicine.

"Fill some hot water."

Chen Changming thought for a while and continued to speak.

After everything arrived, he began to treat Yang Ling's wounds.

During this process, the old man wanted to stay aside to watch, but was dragged away by the boy Xiu blushing, leaving only Chen Changming alone.

After gently dipping some hot water, Chen Changming carefully treated the wound on Yang Ling's body, and then stretched out one hand and slowly pressed it on Yang Ling's forehead.

With a little life energy transmission, Yang Ling's complexion in front of her became better.

Chen Changming was about to get up and leave after taking care of all her injuries.

"Connectivity plus one"

A faint handwriting appeared before his eyes.

Chen Changming looked at Yang Ling, who was lying on the bedside in front of him with some surprise, and looked completely unconscious.

"Pretend to sleep?"

He shook his head secretly, without breaking through, just turned around and left silently.

Outside, the old man and the young man were chatting.

The young man was chatting and working while his face was full of bitterness.

"Thank you."

Walking to the side of the old man, Chen Changming spoke softly.

"You are Welcome."

The old man smiled and looked at Chen Changming's eyes with surprise: "You are pretty good."

"In the past few years, the old man has lived in this place. Apart from those who were thrown in, you are the first to walk in by yourself."

"It's not an unusual way."

"It's an accident."

Chen Changming didn't think there was anything to praise, but he just said something softly.

"Under Chen Changming, dare to ask the elder's name?"

"Name Taboo"

The old man smiled: "Call me the end of business."

"End of Business"