“Uh~!”

"No!"

In the Nine-Oblook Stone Realm, a wail echoed, it was miserable, as if it were

——The dragon returns to the sea, the Dead Sea; the tiger goes up the mountain, the children’s mountain.

The Dead Sea is too salty, and fish and shrimps are hard to survive; the children's mountains are clean, and the plants and trees are not growing.

Ning Feng's situation is not that bad, it is slightly better.

"That's just..."

He lay down by the pool, wishing he could fall into it.

What is the situation inside? There is not much gold and water.

A thin layer of gold and water that was so thin that it was almost invisible that moistened the pool. When the wind blew hard, there might not be any ripples on it.

Too shallow.

"Can you have a cup?"

Ning Feng fell to the ground, looking at the green mountains ahead, and the clear sky above his head was as clear as before, thinking in joy, "At least there is an increase, right?"

It's true that there is an increase, but the increase is so small that he doesn't even have the interest to try to cleanse his body.

This is wherever it goes.

"That's what I counted..." Ning Feng turned his fingers, "I have to accumulate a pool. I'm not enough to do all the good things at the foot of Tiandu Mountain."

"There must be something wrong."

Ning Feng stood up, and he was surrounded by his shadow throughout the Jiujiu Stone Realm.

"It's a pity to eat chicken ribs and chicken ribs."

After a long time, he stopped helplessly, pulled a few words, and went out dejectedly.

When a basin of cold water came down, Ning Feng was completely connected with the feeling of doing good deeds. Besides, he could do it. In the past, he had already used the resources of the Divine Palace in Chaoyang Town to make a clean and clean one.

What else can you do when you repair bridges, roads, porridge and houses, and even if you break your legs first and then go over to treat them, what else can you do?

Ning Feng is more depressed when he walks on the road, he will be more depressed.

The streets were noisy. After his past few days of trouble, Chaoyang Town not only did not become as chaotic as in previous years, but was affected by foreign immortal cultivators, but instead became prosperous.

Listening to the noise of the world coming from his ears, Ning Feng shrugged, calmed down, thinking: "After all, it's not in vain, and things are not in vain."

Just as I was thinking, a broken voice came:

"I'm old, you dare to hide money? You want to buy a coffin for yourself."

Ning Feng frowned, feeling inexplicably irritable, and he followed the sound and the next moment, his brows instantly stood up.

At the corner of the alley, a big man with big and thick clothes with open collars exposed with his braided hair snatched the broken silver from an old beggar woman, cursing in her mouth.

The man was drunk all over, stained with alcohol and meat, and his feet were unstable, so he was obviously still drunk.

"My son, I saved the money to save it for you to renew my wife, otherwise if I leave, who will take care of you?"

"Cough cough, cough cough~~"

The old beggar said suddenly and coughed violently, with a discontinuous voice. In the end, even the coughing sound seemed weak, as if it was not enough to support it.

The big man sniffed, swayed his arms, threw the old beggar on the ground, and threw down a broken bowl: "Go and ask for money quickly. I'll play for two games. When I come back, I have to make a few cents of wine to drink. If I can't get enough money, I don't have to come back."

When Ning Feng turned his head and came over, he happened to see this scene.

He recognized the identity of the old beggar woman at first sight, and even the money he snatched away by the big and thick man looked quite familiar. Didn’t it just that he gave it a few days ago?

The old beggar's clothes were torn, but they were cleaned and turned white, and their hair was neatly separated. Isn't it that Grandma Qiu?

"brute!"

Ning Feng burst into an unknown fire, and he rushed over and took big steps.

"stop!"

The drunk man was holding the silver and was about to turn around, but then the silver's wrist was as if it was pinched by iron clamps, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

"Thought pain, let go, let go, who are you?"

He bent over like a shrimp, his face turned red, and he turned around with difficulty. Seeing the person who was clamping his hands, he was helping Grandma Qiu up with his other hand.

"It hurts? You beast, you should be sober."

Ning Feng was furious and shouted, "Look clearly, this is the mother who gave birth to you and raised you. Didn't you see her having a fever?"

Grandma Qiu stretched out her hand with difficulty, as if she wanted Ning Feng to let her son go, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her hands up.

Her wrinkled face was flushed, and she could feel the heat emitted from her body several feet away. There was no doubt that she was even worse.

Ning Feng knew when he saw the little money. The old beggar must have not listened to him and used the money to treat the disease. Instead, he hid it carefully and prepared to save enough to give his son a wife.

There is such a mother, a big and sturdy man, but she gambles and drinks all day long, and drives her seriously ill mother out to beg for her again and again, saying that she is an animal, and that she insults the animal.

"What are you doing!"

The big man flashed with shame, stalking his neck, and shouted: "You are not trying to steal money yet, get out, you are not easy to mess with."

As he said, he raised his fist as big as a bowl and was about to pound it.

Ning Feng sneered, his arms trembled, and the man screamed, and he was thrown to the ground.

He was about to step forward again, but the old beggar coughed, grabbed his arm, and his face begging: "No~No... cough cough~"

Ning Feng frowned and slowly sat down with the excited old beggar.

Before he could speak, the drunkard snatched on the ground shouted: "I robbed money, someone robbed money."

"Dare you still shouting?"

Ning Feng's fire just now came up again, and he glared at him, but the man screamed even more fiercely: "He is not a human being. He robbed the money I wanted to send my mother to see a doctor~~"

The man slapped the ground and shouted. There was already a lot of smoke and dust on the street. With a handful of snot and tears, he looked a little embarrassed and pitiful.

"you……"

Ning Feng felt a sense of depression and was about to explode.

What does it mean to turn the tables and what does it mean to turn the black and white into the world? Today I have experienced it.

The big man's roar was so loud that he immediately attracted the attention of people in the entire street market.

Ning Feng looked around and saw countless strange gazes coming.

Some doubts, some contempt, some watch the fun, and some are ready to go.

The place where the man drove the old beggar out was obviously intentional to choose, and it was a new area divided. All of them were outsiders, and few of them recognized them and knew their background.

His artificiality, a big man cried in the street, really attracted a lot of sympathy.

"I'm a bad guy?"

Ning Feng was a little amused and cried. He worked hard for a few days to do good deeds. The big man yelled and labeled him a bad guy.

There are many solutions to this matter. So what if he beats this drunk man in the street? With his personal identity as a divine palace, who can do anything to him?

Ning Feng was used to doing good things and wanted to be a "bad person" in the end. He was a little hesitant for a moment.

At this moment, another shout came from the other side of the street.

"It's him!"

"It's him who beat me."

A skinny triangular eyes came over loudly, and seven or eight strong men followed behind him, all glaring at him.

"Triangular Eye..."

Ning Feng looked up at the sky and felt that this day was a coincidence, and they all came together.

Isn’t the Triangle Eye the one who yelled at Li Xiaobai that day?

"Is it the one you hit? If you have a kind of hit, don't run away if you have a kind of hit!"

Several strong men pushed away the onlookers and rushed towards this side with great strides.

"I'm a hit again?"

Ning Feng shook his head, and the breath he held in his chest increased exponentially.

Li Bai and his Dabai were not there. That day, he saw with his own eyes that the person who was hitting the car was not there. Several big men shouted as the victim, and came out indignation. The crowds of onlookers looked over and looked more and more strange.

It feels like a ray of light on the back.

"So Is this the way you feel when you are a villain?"

Ning Feng couldn't help but clench his fist.

"I've been struggling here for a few days, but these people don't even know who I am? They are really ignorant and fearless."

A group of big men rushed over, with a distance of more than ten feet;
To be continued...