Feng Xi looked at the drumstick and wanted to eat it. Feng Fan looked at Feng Xi's dirty hands and said,"Go wash your hands! It's too dirty. You'll get sick if you eat.”
At this moment, Feng Xi could not help but cry. Ever since her parents passed away, no one cared about her anymore. She had to look at other people's faces every time and had to beg for food every day to eat.
Feng Fan stepped forward and gently hugged little Feng Xi. Perhaps this was guilt for not protecting Dongfang Yueyue well in her previous life!
The two main characters had extremely kind hearts, but kindness was useless in this world. When there was a conflict of interest, the villagers of the Wang Family Village would not hesitate to throw Feng Xi in as a sacrifice.
Similarly, for the sake of Dongfang Yueyu's bloodline, countless Daoists and demons of the One Qi Dao Alliance fought to capture her.
Feng Fan didn't know what happened to Dongfang Yuechu, who was taken away by Dongfang Limo, but he was sure that there wouldn't be any problems. After all, Dongfang Yuechu was also a member of the Eastern Spirit Clan.
"Thank you, big brother, for caring so much about me!”
Feng Xi looked at the sail that was slightly larger than her, her clear eyes staring at the sail. It was obvious that Feng Xi had become somewhat dependent on the sail.
"Alright, stop calling me big brother. Even if you die, I'll only increase by one year at most.”
"Big brother, do you have a way to live forever?”
"Changsheng, no, we just don't belong to the same world."
"People from different worlds?"
Feng Xi was confused, but the sail was very mysterious in Feng Xi's eyes.
"Alright, from today onwards, you can take me as your master! I'll teach you swordsmanship."
" Swordsmanship!?"
Feng Xi didn't know anything, but it was good for her to know how to sail. Perhaps her swordsmanship was immortal.
Feng Fan didn't know why Feng Xi wanted to live forever, but his cultivation relied on the Immortal System. Speaking of which, he didn't even have a cultivation technique, so how did he break through?
Feng Fan took out a water bottle and gestured for Feng Xi to open her hands. Then, the cool water was poured down. Feng Xi rubbed her hands hard and gradually became clean.
"Alright, you can eat!"
Feng Fan stared at the adult behind Feng Xi. He should be a villager from the Wang Family Village. It seemed that he had come at the right time.
The villager was very shocked to see Fan Fan take out something as if he was performing a magic trick. It seemed that this kid should be a Taoist master who had achieved success in cultivation. He wondered if he could talk to the Dragon King.
"What's your name? Who's that brawny man behind you?”
Although Windsail knew how the plot developed, he would definitely not tell anyone. Moreover, he had to maintain a normal attitude.
"That's a villager from the Wang Family Village. My name is Feng Xi.”
Feng Xi looked back at the burly man, then said her name and started eating. Feng Fan couldn't help but laugh.
The brawny man looked troubled. Feng Fan's actions had clearly caused Feng Xi's impression of the Wang Family villagers to drop.
"This warrior? You don't look normal. Do you have something difficult to say?”
"Taoist priest, you said you didn't know! This place used to have a bumper harvest every year, but recently, the Dragon King was always angry and the waves kept hitting. What could they do?”
"I see! Have you tried anything?"
"We've tried, but it still doesn't work. If we can't catch any more fish, the livelihood of the entire village will be in big trouble.”
"I know that cultivators are merciful. I will help you with this matter."
Feng Fan acted like a charlatan. He knew that the Wang Family Village didn't have much money, so he wanted to build up his reputation first.
"Thank you, Taoist priest. Thank you, Taoist priest."
The brawny man could not help but kneel down and worship the sail. Clearly, he treated the sail as a lifesaver.
In the Wang Family Village, Feng Fan brought little Feng Xi to see the slightly old village chief. Feng Fan could see that this old age was formed by the wind and rain on the sea.
"Excuse me, what's this daoist's daoist name?”
The village chief was obviously more shrewd than the brawny man. After all, he had never seen such a young Taoist priest.
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