Almost all around him were black and shiny guys, and the coffin boy's skin was certainly not white, but it was only close to the bright brown of bronze, which was usually mixed-blood, which made him seem out of place with the people around him, many of whom were looking at him, speculating about his identity, and coveting the strange box on his back

The coffin-like box was very unusual at a glance, especially when they saw that it was just a teenager under twenty years old, many people had a greedy look. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bald boy didn't seem to pay much attention to these covetous glances, and with his coffin on his back, he calmly walked into a small shop on the side of the road.

It's a small shop, but it's a luxury in this kind of place, at least the building is not made of a few wooden planks, and there are several tables of guests eating, although there is no delicacies from the mountains and seas, but a bowl of steaming broth soaked in the cake sacs, and the aroma wafts around, which is already a rare delicacy in the desert.

The bald boy walked to the front of the stage and showed a real smile, "Boss, give me some dry food and water, thank you." ”

When he first came in, many people were staring at the strange coffin on his back, after all, things that could glow were relatively rare and slandered, and when he spoke, a scarred face immediately stood up with bad intentions.

Just by listening to the accent, you know that this little bald head is an authentic Tutankhamun, and a Tutankhamun has a dark skin that is not pure...... This must be a new human who has evolved half-baked, such a guy usually just barely survives as a coolie under the radiation of the world, this kind of weak guy has no human rights at all, and no one will bury a pit for him when he dies.

In fact, the more difficult the place, the worse the world, and the more fragile the rules, which is okay in Tutankhamun's sphere of influence, and the other oases on the periphery are completely returning to slave society.

"Boy, your coffin is quite special, is it for yourself?" Scarface was unusually tall, standing behind the little bald head, like the difference between an elephant and a zebra, he greedily reached out directly to the coffin glowing with a faint blue light, wanting to try what kind of material it was, you must know that the people of the Federation like to collect some strange things, and find a middleman who may be able to sell them for a good price.

A few bottles of Coke from the Empire can be exchanged for a nice chick here.

"Sir, it is better not to touch it for a living person. The little bald head didn't dodge, didn't even turn around, and his voice was soft and sincere: "That won't be good for your body." ”

These words were obviously directed at him, Scar's face was furrowed, and for some reason, this flat tone actually made him feel a trace of fear, different from the kind of fear of surrender when facing the strong, and he couldn't help frowning.

But several of his companions behind him burst out laughing: "Does this little kid think he's the Grim Reaper?"

"Haha, the brave Bablu is actually scared!"

The little bald head in front of him still stood there quietly motionless, with a strange apology on his face.

Scarface Babulu's face turned red, and the trace of strange emotions that had just lingered in his heart was suddenly swept away, in the Tutankhamun Empire, your cowardice was seen by your companions, and then you would be no different from a dog in front of them.

The fierce look on his face appeared, and as soon as he stretched out his hands, he grabbed the blue coffin fiercely: "Dead little ghost, Lao Tzu not only wants to touch, but also rob, put down this thing, get out, otherwise Lao Tzu will put you in!"

He grabbed the blue coffin with both hands, it was neither hot nor cold when he started it, and he didn't feel anything abnormal, so that the last bit of doubt in his heart also dissipated, and he was about to drag it over with his strength, but he heard a sound of breaking wind whistling from the side!

The sound of the breaking wind came too fast and too fast, just heard the sound, his face was already hit hard, the huge force made him feel as if half of his face was hit by a truck, and instantly knocked his nearly two-meter-high body out, until he fell to the ground two meters away with a top-heavy, stood up and shook his head hard, only to see that what hit his face was only half of the leftover bread bag!

A trace of dark gray blood overflowed from the corner of Baburu's mouth, although this time it was heavy enough, but it was not so heavy that he couldn't stand up, he jumped up angrily: "Who!"

"Just a grey-blooded bug?" said a man in a cloak with a mocking smile, "No wonder a loaf bag flew you away." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Baburu, but also a few companions who were still a little flustered next to him were all angry, and the Tutankhamun Empire also had a division of new human warrior levels, different from the Free Federation, they used the color of their blood as a judgment of strength.

After the evolution of new humans on the African continent, in order to fight against the bad weather, the melanin in the body has increased significantly, which is not only reflected in the outer skin, but also the blood will be assimilated by this melanin, which is light gray at first, and can become dark after reaching a certain level, which is about the same as the degree to which the Free Federation has cast a heroic soul, and it is said that there are black blood warriors who have evolved to the point where their blood has completely turned into ink.

No matter what level of warrior they are, the title represents their glory, although the Grey Blood Warrior is the lowest, but they also have their own pride, this guy actually dares to say 'Grey Blood Bug' directly, which is no different from calling a black man a in a peaceful era.

"Look for death! Lao Tzu will tear you alive!" Baburu was the first to jump over, and rushed forward frantically along with a few tall companions around him.

There was a low discussion all around, and many people were watching, and they didn't show too much surprise, this kind of knife thing, it happens every day in the oasis, there is nothing strange.

Babulu's fellows are not only extremely powerful, agile, and carry sharp knives in their hands, but also have a bit of eyesight, and can see that this cloaked man is not easy to deal with, and in the blink of an eye, he has already surrounded him in the center, obviously he has been well trained professionally, but it is a pity......

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