Chapter 93

Under the envious gaze of the villagers, Ning Xiaolei's family drove away from Dadong village.

Ning Xiaolei is the driver. He drives steadily all the way.

Ning Xiaolei is particularly alert to the incident that the Du family sent people to kill them.

The car was the most important person in his life, and he didn't allow them to miss anything.

On the way, Ning Xiaolei suddenly surrounded a group of people in front, as if something had happened.

Looking at it, I could see that there was a man lying in the middle of the crowd.

"A car accident?"

Ning Xiaolei is curious, but he doesn't see the stopped vehicles nearby.

Frown to think, Ning Xiaolei decided to see the situation, since met, can't help.

Parking the car on the road, Ning Xiaolei and his parents said, open the door.

Surrounded by people in the middle is an old man, but it's strange that the old man is wearing an ancient costume, looking at the nondescript.

At the moment, the old man was covered with blood, his face was pale and his breath was weak, but it seemed that it was not a car accident.

Ning Xiaolei frowned and looked, squatted down in the surprised eyes of the people around, and helped the old man up.

"Don't touch me, young man. What if I miss you?"

"Yes, you can't throw money away."

"No, there are few such things now!"

The people around talked about it and began to dissuade Ning Xiaolei.

Ning Xiaolei shakes his head in a funny way and says, "if it's wrong, it's wrong. I don't believe that old people are like this."

"Cough, young man, thank you very much, but I I can't do it anymore. It's hard to cure. No need to It's a waste of effort

The old man opened his eyes weakly, looked at Ning Xiaolei with a bitter smile, and shook his head slightly.

Ning Xiaolei said with a smile, "that's not necessarily true. I'll take you to the car and take you to the hospital."

Then he picked up the old man and went to the car parked on the side of the road.

Ye Ting, Ning Dali and others in the car had already opened the door.

Put the old man on the vacated seat, Ning Xiaolei takes out his mobile phone, quietly swipes a few times and extracts a small yellow pill.

He has been examined just now. I'm afraid that the old man's injury will not make it to the hospital.

But he has xiaohuangdan, the holy medicine for healing. He doesn't worry at all.

Walking to the old man, Ning Xiaolei takes out xiaohuangdan and feeds him.

After a few breaths, the old man's face became ruddy and his eyes suddenly opened.

"I'm all right?" The old man's face is full of disbelief and looks at Ning Xiaolei in surprise.

Seeing Ning Xiaolei's calm eyes, the old man's face suddenly changed. He was surprised and asked, "who are you and why do you want to save me?"

"Do you need reasons to save people? I'll save you if you're dying?"

Ning Xiaolei's face is muddled. What logic is this!

The old man frowned tightly, looked at Ning Xiaolei and asked, "who are you in the same way?"

"No, old man, what do you mean? What's in the same way but not in the same way?"

Ning Xiaolei is speechless. Even if the old man's clothes are strange, what he says is something he doesn't understand. He won't be hit silly, will he!

"How can ordinary people's medicine cure my injury in an instant? Is my little brother a martial arts practitioner?"

The old man's eyes are slightly fixed, which is another way of saying.

Leng Leng, Ning Xiaolei was surprised in his eyes and nodded: "you can say that, don't you think you are the old man?"

Looking at the old man in front of him again, Ning Xiaolei looks at him curiously. This is the first time that he has seen a martial arts practitioner on earth.

In addition to the supernatural practitioners, there are also practitioners on earth. Unlike practitioners, practitioners often walk in the secular world. Even ordinary people know their existence.

The old man did not answer Ning Xiaolei's words, but asked: "what is the school of little brother?"