"Why are you attacking me?" Wen asked, trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The person who attacked her was a boy about five or six years old, and there were no spiritual power fluctuations in his body.

When attacking Wimmer, he only relied on brute force.

When Xiao Ling'er was treating Wen Mo, the boy suddenly rushed out and tried to catch Xiao Ling'er.

The boy's expression was stubborn, his lips pursed tightly, his fists clenched, and he attacked Wen Mo.

Wen Mo's spiritual power has not recovered for the time being, and it will not hurt a little boy who doesn't even have spiritual power.

"Can't you speak?" said Wonmer, gesturing to him.

The boy paused and glanced at her.

Wen Mo sighed in his heart, this look is definitely the kind of look that looks at the mentally retarded!

She really wants to flip the table!

She just wanted to know where it was! Would she need to look at her like that?

"Don't come here! If you come again, you're welcome!" Winmer threatened.

Her spiritual power has not recovered, but her physical strength is still there.

With the strength of her current body, coupled with the automatic protector function of the Thousand Feather Battle Suit, ordinary attacks would not be able to hurt her at all.

I even felt a pain in my hand when I hit her again.

For example, the little boy with bared teeth in front of him, when he finally hit Wen Mo, he didn't have time to be happy, and he felt that his hand was about to be broken.

"I told you, don't hit me. Warm shrugged, his eyes wandering around.

It's strange that such a child is staying in the wild, obviously not having any strength, and there are no adults around!

"Where's your adult?" Win Mo rubbed the little boy's head, ignoring his bared teeth.

The little boy slammed into Winsmer's hand, intending to slap Winsmer's hand away.

But instead of succeeding in slapping Wen Mo's hand away, it made his hand hurt even more.

He was so painful that there were tears in his eyes, but he stubbornly didn't let the tears flow, and Wen Mo's heart softened for a while.

However, soft-heartedness is soft-hearted, Wen Mo still knows the common sense of walking the rivers and lakes.

You must not underestimate the weak who are powerless, but anyone who can come out alone will always have some secrets on his body. Those secrets may be the things that make people die without a place to bury.

The little boy was young after all, and his tears were not controlled, and they fell, dripping across his gray face, and two conspicuous tear stains appeared.

"Where's your lord?" asked Win Mo again.

Such a small point, even if you ask him where this is, he may not necessarily ask. You'll have to ask an adult.

The surrounding jungle is dense and the trees are tall, but there is plenty of light, which is very unusual.

She hadn't heard of such a place on the Xuanhuang Continent.

Of course, it is also possible that she is lonely and unheard.

The little boy was repeatedly asked by Wen Mo about the adults, and seemed to be stimulated, and he began to cry.

Wen Mo was stunned.

"Hey, why are you crying, and I didn't bully you?"

Born in an orphanage, she always can't be heart-wrenched about the crying of her children.

"Don't cry, I'm just trying to ask for directions, I'm not prepared for anything. Wen Mo saw that the little boy was crying pitifully, and could not help but comfort him.

"Hum, don't cry, if you don't cry, I'll give you candy!"

Warmer certainly doesn't have sugar. But she has Bigudan. The Bigu Dan she refined has various flavors, and it is still okay to act as a jelly bean.

The color of Bigu Dan was beautiful, and it gave off a sweet orange smell, which tempted the little boy to stop crying.

He stared blankly at the yellow unknown thing in front of him, and a stream of saliva unconsciously came out of his mouth.

What is this? It smells so good!, he thought to himself.

Wen Mo breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped crying, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Hum, for you to eat! It's orange-flavored." ”

The little boy stared blankly at Wen Mo's smile, not knowing what he thought, snatched the Bigu Dan from Wen Mo's hand and ran out.

Warmer: "......"

Something happened?

……

Win Mo quietly followed the little boy, turning around in the jungle.

The little boy has a good sense of direction, and the direction he walks is always in a straight line, towards a clear destination.

It's here!

The little boy stopped, ripped open a two-man tall bush, revealed a hole, and slipped in.

Wermer followed from above, so he saw the scene inside directly over the grass.

In the middle of the grass is a house made of bamboo. To put it nicely, it is elegant, and to put it ugly, it is simple.

The structure of the bamboo house is simple, and it is half a meter above the ground. The number of gatekeepers, there should be three rooms.

The boy crept up the stairs and into the middle room.

"I can't imagine that there are still people living in such a dense jungle. Could it be a recluse?" Wen Mo muttered.

She looked left and right, only to find a few traps that didn't make much of a difference.

After a few turnovers, she fell to the ground that could become a yard.

"Mother, if you eat this, it will definitely be fine!" came the little boy's voice.

There was a coughing sound coming from inside.

"Mother, eat it quickly! I've seen this thing in the hands of the immortals before. They ate one, and the wound healed. If you eat it, you will be cured!" the little boy said softly.

"Ahem, where did this thing come from, Brook, did you disobey again and go into the city!" there was a hysterical cough from inside.

"Mother, mother, don't worry! I didn't enter the city! I didn't enter the city! don't worry! it's okay!" the little boy panicked and comforted his mother.

The mother finally relented and pushed the boy away, "Little stream, what did I say? You are not allowed to enter the city! Do you take my words as wind in your ears! Ah, do you want to be angry with me to be happy!

Her voice was like a broken gong, revealing a tone of hatred that iron is not made of steel.

The boy was frightened and cried and said, "Mother! I really didn't go to the city! I really didn't go to the city! You believe me!"

His mother shook her head, her voice annoyed, "I can't imagine that you have learned to lie now! You didn't enter the city! Where did you get the elixir if you didn't enter the city? Could it be that it fell from the sky?"

"Mother! This didn't fall from the sky! It was given to me by a beautiful sister! It was given to me by her! I didn't lie! I didn't lie! Mother! You believe me!" The little boy's voice was hoarse and crying, and he couldn't bear to hear it silently.

But his mother still didn't believe him, "Sure enough, it's that man's seed! Since childhood, he has lied and deceived people! When he grows up, he will have it! Let me kill you now! lest you harm others!"

The more she spoke, the more her voice was filled with hatred, without a trace of kindness as a mother.

She reached out and grabbed the little boy's neck, looking at the enemy's gaze.

At this time, it was no longer her child who was pinching in her hand, but her enemy!

Through the little boy's face, she saw the figure of the man who had harmed her all her life. She won't forgive him!

He's going to let his only son die like this!