Golden Finger Arrived Only After I Became the Emperor

After drinking tons and tons of animal milk, Xiao Shitou's condition was obviously much better. He was lying on the bed, his big eyes rolling around.

"Uncle Meng, where do you think people go when they die?" asked the little boy.

"I've never died, so I don't know." Meng Chuan said coldly.

"Then when the little one is old, tell Uncle Meng when he dies." The little one said with a smile.

"..." Meng Chuan was speechless. How will you tell me when you die of old age? A dream?

Or do you expect me to die in front of you, and then you go down to find me?

"You won't grow old, let alone die. If you practice to a high level, the monk will be immortal." Meng Chuan tried to stop the little one from having such a dream.

"Ah." The little one opened his mouth, thought for a moment and said, "Eternal life, how lonely it would be."

The little one knew from his still ignorant knowledge that not everyone could be immortal.

Meng Chuan was silent for a moment, and then gently flicked the little one's ears.

"As long as I'm alive you won't be alone."

"Really?" The little one's big eyes blinked, "But Uncle Meng, didn't you say that your cultivation talent is not very good?"

"Then it seems I'm destined to be lonely in the future."

Meng Chuan's face darkened, he turned the little boy over and slapped him on his butt.

Little bastard, are you saying that I will die early?

The little one didn't make a fuss after being spanked, but instead smiled.

Meng Chuan tidied up the little guy, and then talked to the little one. Most of the time, the little one asked questions and Meng Chuan answered.

For example, are there any people living among the stars in the sky, are they always looking at me, or how vast and desolate the wilderness is.

When can I see Ultraman teaming up with Sailor Moon to fight the evil Great Saint?

Strange problems arise one after another.

At the end, the little one's voice quieted down, and then stopped ringing again.

Meng Chuan looked at the little one and gently stroked his brow.

The little guy fell asleep in a daze. He was very tired, not physically.

He killed him with just one blow. His body was tired and the heat hadn't even warmed up yet.

But mental exhaustion.

A life ended in his hands, which was a bit of a shock to the little guy. In addition, after drinking animal milk and having Meng Chuan by his side, he gradually relaxed.

So he fell asleep.

"He's too young." Shi Yunfeng stood next to Meng Chuan at some point.

He knew what Xiaodian went through this time. When Xiaodian returned to the village, the first person he met was Shi Yunfeng.

"You have to go through it." Meng Chuan looked at the sleeping little one and felt more and more that he really seemed to have an extra son.

It feels a bit more cordial than the young Ye Fan.

After all, Meng Chuan personally raised the little one and breastfed him every day.

At that time, Ye Fan was still cared about by his father and mother. Although Meng Chuan was worried, he was not as worried as the little one.

At most, it was just to change Ye Fan's diapers.

Ye Fan: So I am no longer your favorite cub?

"I don't know the little one's past, but there must be a reason why the bone in his chest disappeared."

"No one would voluntarily give up something like that at this age. What he has suffered in the past will eventually be taken back with his own hands in the future."

Shi Yunfeng was silent for a while, then sighed softly, thinking of that day a few years ago.

The young couple brought the little one, who was dying.

I hope that the rumored ancestral land of the Stone Clan can bring miracles.

Unfortunately, the mysterious ancestral land has been ruined and cannot be of any help to them.

They left disappointed, but left the little one behind.

It's not that they abandoned the little one, they wanted to make a last ditch effort to pick the holy medicine in a very dangerous place and try to see if they could save the little one.

It is undoubtedly unrealistic to take the little one with him.

"Yes, this is what he will experience sooner or later. How can he be ordinary?" Shi Yunfeng stared at the little one.

This sparkling, cute and energetic little guy no longer looked as lively and dying as he did when we first met him.

"I want to go out." Meng Chuan said to Shi Yunfeng.

Shi Yunfeng was a little surprised. Meng Chuan had not left the village for two years. He thought Meng Chuan would stay here forever.

"The little one's current level of practice is enough to receive baptism." Meng Chuan explained.

"Are you going to hunt ferocious beasts?" Shi Yunfeng understood.

Meng Chuan nodded. This was an important baptism for the beginning of the ancient practice.

"Be careful." Finally, Shi Yunfeng said.

"Clan leader, don't worry, just come as you go." Meng Chuan said with a smile.

Shi Yunfeng watched Meng Chuan leave, wondering what kind of ferocious beast Meng Chuan would bring back, no, it should be said what kind of relic it was.

He always felt that Mr. Yuan was too mysterious. When he was young, he once walked out of the wilderness and saw a feudal lord from a distance.

At that time, he only felt that he had seen the gods and the sun, and his liver and gallbladder were split. The feudal lord was reflected in the void like the eternal sun.

He didn't show any divine power, but the power of the feudal lord was engraved in his heart.

But compared with Meng Chuan, Shi Yunfeng only felt that the former feudal lord seemed to be nothing more than this.

The divine light reflecting in the void and the runes imprinted on the space all seemed a bit vulgar.

When passing by the entrance of the village, the willow branches were floating, as if they were seeing Meng Chuan off.

Liu Shen didn't say anything. What's there to say about such a small thing as getting some real blood?

Isn’t it just a matter of having hands?

After leaving Shicun, Meng Chuan identified the direction, then took a step, crossing the wilderness in one step.

After walking out of the wilderness, everything in the world was different again. The number of people gradually increased, and tribes larger than villages appeared, as well as giant cities.

Meng Chuan looked in one direction, which was the direction of the Imperial Capital of the Stone Kingdom.

Don't ask him how he knew that Emperor Shi Guo was in that direction. As a monk with perfect spiritual transformation, isn't it essential to have insight into the world?

In the end, Meng Chuan shook his head and did not go to the Imperial Capital of the Stone Kingdom.

"All grievances must always be settled by the relatives of the parties involved."

Then Meng Chuan changed direction and walked step after step.

There are eight realms in the lower realm, and the eight realms are named after the black and yellow heaven and earth, and the vast wilderness of the universe.

Stone Village is located in a corner of the wilderness.

Meng Chuan is going to other areas.

He wanted to make a careful selection and prepare better materials for the little one's baptism.

Therefore, the source range of this material must of course be larger.

The eight realms of the lower realm are so large that ordinary monks cannot cover them all in their lifetime.

The territory controlled by an ancient country can be said to be hundreds of millions of miles long if you include remote and barren lands like the Great Wilderness.

But it is very small for Meng Chuan. In a short period of time, Meng Chuan's footprints have spread all over the eight regions.

He had observed one after another of ancient sacred mountains, or other remnant species, and places where ferocious beasts gathered, and carefully selected them.

After excluding some races that are friendly to humans or those that remain neutral and do not bully or help, Meng Chuan still has many choices.

In this era, there are too few races that do not attack humans.

"The turtles on this sacred mountain are pretty good, and the little tigers on that mountain are pretty good too."

Meng Chuan reviewed the ancient sacred mountains where pure-blood beasts gathered, and finally made his choice.

Meng Chuan, mountain climbing.

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