The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

As the days pass, more and more people come to adopt orphans, and there are fewer and fewer children in the orphanage.

The boy sat on the steps, smiling as he watched the little guys who lived together leave one by one.

Ou Ye on the side didn't know whether it was because he was not used to parting or because he had a premonition in his heart.

These days, I am particularly clinging to the boy, and I feel scared even if I don't see the boy at a glance.

He was afraid that his brother would disappear in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the boy and Ouye were the only ones left in the entire orphanage.

The weather was very bad that day, with wind and snow, so the two of them could not go out and could only play in the house.

The house that used to look crowded when there were many people there, now felt empty with only two people left.

We played very late that day, and the little aunt cooked a sumptuous meal in the evening.

Ouye ate a lot, and from time to time he would put vegetables in the boy's bowl.

When it was time to sleep, Ou Ye seemed to know something. He sat on the quilt, looked at the boy in confusion and said, "Brother, we won't be separated, right?"

The boy who was reading at the table turned around and replied with a smile: "Yes, how could we be separated?"

"I don't know, but I just feel uncomfortable. Everyone has left, will we leave too?" Ou Ye said worriedly.

Ou Ye's voice was a little low, even crying.

The boy put down the book in his hand, walked up to Ou Ye, looked at Ou Ye seriously and said, "We are not leaving, but running towards our own lives. We will meet again in the not-too-distant future. That will be the best time." Happy moment!”

Listening to the great truths the boy said, Ou Ye looked at his brother with admiration. These great truths that only adults understand, his brother seemed to be born with!

My brother is so awesome!

Ou Ye felt sleepy in waves. Children usually fall asleep quickly, not to mention that today's dinner specially added something.

Ou Ye lay drowsily in his bed and fell asleep. The boy carefully tucked Ou Ye into bed and returned to the table to read.

The door to the bedroom was pushed open, and a man in white walked in, with a sword hanging on his waist and a slight arrogance in his eyes.

His eyes paused on the boy for a moment, then he looked at the sleeping Ouye and said, "I'll take him away!"

"Yes, I know!" The boy nodded, like an adult, and took out a suitcase from the cabinet and handed it to the man.

The man in white picked up Ou Ye, who was sleeping heavily, and prepared to leave with his suitcase.

The boy seemed to have remembered something, asked the man to wait, and hurried to the next room.

The boy held the matchstick at the end of the pen in his hand.

At first glance, this firewood stick has been carefully polished and is much smoother than its original appearance.

All the barbs have been polished smooth, making it look more like a real sword.

The boy handed the stick to the man in white and said, "Give him this stick to carry. He treasures this stick!"

The man in white seriously took the stick of firewood handed over by the boy and said, "This is his sword. A sword cultivator's sword is his life!"

What and what?

Is there something wrong with this person's mind? How old are you to still say such nonsense?

The boy inexplicably rolled his eyes at the man in white, took a deep look at Ou Ye in the man's arms, and then said, "I don't care who you are or where you take him. Ten years from now, I will I will go find him. If he is not living well, if he is unhappy, then I will blame you!"

Coming from a five-year-old boy, these words were a little funny, even a little funny.

The man in white rolled his eyes at the boy in front of him and said with some contempt: "Just you?"

The sword intent around him instantly enveloped the boy, making it difficult for the boy to breathe.

A strange light flashed in the boy's eyes, but he clenched his fists and still spoke without giving in: "It's up to me!"

Even though the monk could not hold out for less than a second under his sword intention, the boy in front of him could actually bear it completely?

This talent is really terrifying!

The man in white's face changed slightly, and when he heard those three cold snorts, a bold idea suddenly arose in the heart of the man in white.

Be good, right?

Looking at the boy in front of him, and looking at the person in his memory, the man in white broke into a cold sweat.

But the man in white spoke to the boy seriously: "I will teach him everything I have learned, and I will also let him inherit my legacy. Please rest assured!"

After hearing the assurance from the man in white, the boy nodded and let the man in white take Ou Ye away.

When the man in white first left the orphanage with his luggage and Ou Ye in his arms, the boy watched their direction for a long time.

And Ou Ye, who was sleeping soundly on the shoulder of the man in white, suddenly said quietly: "Master, has my brother gone back?"

The man in white was shocked when he heard Ou Ye's words. He looked at Ou Ye in shock and said, "Aren't you asleep?"

That was the elixir he brought with him. A monk below the integration stage would never be able to get up without sleeping for three days!

This kid is awake now!

No, this kid probably didn't sleep at all!

"Are you awake all the time?" The man in white turned to look at Ou Ye curiously and asked.

"Hmm..." Ouye answered the man in white in a muffled voice.

"Then why don't you say goodbye to your brother properly? After all, it's been a long time since we last met!" the man in white asked softly.

"My brother doesn't want me to know, so I'll pretend not to know. My brother won't harm me, so I'll just listen to him!" Ou Ye's muffled voice was filled with tears, but for the first time, he could not hold back tears.

The man in white said with some sigh: "He is a good brother, and you are also a good brother."

Ou Ye firmly grasped the firewood stick in his hand, looked at the man in white and asked, "Master, will you teach me your great skills?"

"How powerful is Tian Da?" the man in white asked with a smile.

"Bigger than the sky!" Ou Ye pointed at the sky and said.

The man in white clothes said with some arrogance: "Your master, I am called the leader of swordsmanship, the best in the world among thousands of immortal realms, and among the saints, I, Song Mu, should be my name!"

The series of names made the children feel dizzy.

But the man in white gave a long laugh and did not reply. The wind blew under his feet and rushed into the sky.

It turned into a flying rainbow and disappeared into this world!