Chapter 1795

"Senior, don't worry, I'm just curious." Ye Yuxi smiled slightly, reassuring.

"Yeah." Yu Deshui shook his head and nodded, "Then I'll tell you, those bastards outside are all bragging, and that's all bragging, me! I have been to the snowy region before."

In the middle of Yu Deshui's words, he seemed to remember something sad, so he held the wine jar and drank again.

Ye Yuxi, Yingying Shiqing and the others looked at each other, everyone was surprised.

This old beggar has such a glorious history?

"Senior, you have to tell us about this." Ye Yuxi's face was full of curiosity, this time she was not pretending, but really curious.

Yu Deshui waved his hand, and said in a solemn tone: "Don't go to that place, that snowy area, you can't go there, have you seen my leg, it's just abandoned there."

As Yu Deshui spoke, he was lifted up by his legs on the chair for everyone to see.

On the calf, there was a shocking scar, as if scratched by some spirit beast.

"Senior, were you... wounded by the spirit beast inside?" Ying Ying and Ye Yuxi looked at each other and asked proactively.

Yu Deshui sighed again, with a sad face on his face, "It's been more than ten years. At the beginning, I took my brothers to hang out in the snowy field for a few years, and I also made a name for myself. I heard that there was a Scorpio Yuanming beast on the edge of the snowy field." , That’s a good thing, so I took my brothers there, and when I got there... hey, I won’t mention it, I won’t mention it.”

The old man wiped his mouth, held the wine jar again and poured it into his mouth.

Ye Yuxi frowned slightly, and winked at Zhu Zihu who was at the side.

Zhu Zihu understood.

Just as Yu Deshui put down the wine jar, Zhu Zihu stood up holding the wine bowl, and complimented: "Unexpectedly, the old man was rude. Just now, the junior was rude. I toast you. Don't take those things just now to your heart."

"No, don't take it to heart. Old man, I haven't seen anyone in the past ten years. He has a much worse temper than you." Yu Deshui poured wine into his mouth again as he spoke.

"Senior, what's the matter with your cultivation?" Zhu Zihu asked tentatively.

"Well, it's a long story." Yu Deshui took a deep breath, held the wine jar and opened the chatter box: "At the beginning, I took my brothers to kill the Scorpio Yuanming Beast, and it was also this month. I killed that beast to make a fortune, so I could spend the winter with my brothers. After that, I didn’t expect that beast to be more powerful than the rumors. My brothers ran away dead, and I was also seriously injured. When we came back, there were more than 500 people, only a few dozen people were left."

"Senior, your cultivation level back then shouldn't be quite weak." Ye Yuxi tentatively asked.

"That's not right!" Yu Deshui twisted his neck, raised his finger to point at the wooden door behind Ye Yuxi, and said angrily, "As for the mercenaries outside, more than ten years ago, I could hit two with one hand."

"Then you are now... because of that injury?" Ye Yuxi's eyes showed a bit of surprise.

Ye Yuxi thought about Yu Deshui's self-report just now, and the only thing that could make him down was the serious injury.

Yu Deshui nodded, and cursed: "That damned scorpion, I thought it was a skin injury at the time, and it took a few days to find out that something was wrong, and I didn't know that the scorpion was poisonous. Medicine, although my life is saved, my cultivation base..."

Yu Deshui laughed at himself, picked up the wine jar and took a few sips.

Several people looked at Yu Deshui with somewhat sympathy in their eyes. It is embarrassing that the boss of the former mercenary regiment has now fallen to the point of begging.