"Predecessors rest assured, I am just curious." Night Yu Xiao smiled and gave a guarantee.

"Yeah." Yu Deshui nodded swayingly. "Then I will tell you that the scorpions outside are blowing five and six, and that is all blowing, I! I could have been to the snow."

Half of Yu Deshui said that he seemed to think of a sad thing and drank it in the jar.

The night feathers and the shadows Shi Qing and others looked at each other, and everyone was surprised by the eyes.

This old man still has this glorious history?

"Predecessors, you have to talk to us." Night Yu's face is full of curiosity, this time is not loaded, but really curious.

Yu Deshui waved his hand and his tone was a little dignified: "That place, don't go, that snowy area, you can't go, you see me, this leg is not, it is waste."

Yu Deshui said, he was stepped on the chair and picked it up for everyone to look at.

At the calf, a shocking scar appeared to be scratched by what the beast was.

"Predecessors, you... is it hurt by the inner beast?" The shadow and the night feathers looked at each other and asked.

Yu Deshui sighed again, and his face was a little sad. "For more than ten years, I used to mix my brothers in Xueyuan for a few years, and I also mixed my name. I heard people say that there is a Tianmuyuan beast on the edge of the snowy field. That's a good thing, I went with my brothers, and after that... oh, don't mention it, don't mention it."

The old man wiped his mouth and held the jar again to pour it into his mouth.

The night feathers were slightly wrinkled, and Zhu Zihu turned to the side.

Zhu Zihu will know.

Yu Deshui just put down the jar, Zhu Zihu stood up with a wine bowl and complimented: "I don't think it is the old predecessor, just the buddy of the younger generation, I will honor you, just those things, don't worry about it."

"No, don't worry about it, the old man, I haven't seen anyone in this decade, and it's worse than your temper." Yu Deshui said that he would pour wine into his mouth again.

"Predecessors, you are doing this, what is going on?" Zhu Zihu asked tentatively.

"This, talking long." Yu Deshui took a deep breath and held the jar with the words: "I took the brothers to kill the Scorpio Yuan, and this month, I was thinking before the storm." After killing the animal, I had to spend a winter with my brothers. After that, I didn’t expect the animal to be more powerful than the rumors. My brother’s death and death, I was seriously injured. When I came back, there were more than 500 people, and there were dozens of people left."

"Predecessors, your original repair, should be quite weak." Night Feather tried.

"That's not!" Yu Deshui twisted his neck and raised his finger at the wooden door behind the night feathers. He said in angrily: "The mercenaries outside, put them in the hands of more than a decade ago."

"Then you are... because of that injury?" The night feathers were a bit strange.

Night Feather thought about the self-reported just in Deshui, which made him fall, and only that was seriously injured.

Yu Deshui nodded and cursed: "The **** scorpion, when I thought it was a skin injury, it took a few days to find it wrong. I realized that the scorpion was poisonous and spent all the price asking the refining pharmacist to refine Dan. Medicine, although life is saved, my cultivation is..."

Yu Deshui laughed and laughed at himself, and took a few mouthfuls of the jar.

A few people looked at Yu Deshui, and there was a bit of sympathy in his eyes. The boss of the former mercenary group, now falling to the point of begging, is embarrassing.