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"They're gone?" Someone timidly broke the silence.

Gordon sprang out, picked up a scimitar and flashed. As if a little spark splashed into the oil pot, the child slaves rushed to the scimitar as if they had just woken up from a dream, and you fought for me, and the roars of pain came and went.

"Hand over the knife!" Several teenagers caught up with Gordon, raised the gravel in their hands and threatened, "Or I'll kill you!" ”

"Okay, I'll hand it over, don't do it." Gordon raised his hands and slowly handed the knife out, and suddenly swung the knife horizontally, slashing through the throat of one person, and then quickly crouched, the tip of the knife stabbed the other teenager's lower abdomen. He struck quickly and ruthlessly, his face splattered with blood that made him look like a demon, and the remaining child slaves fled in panic.

It's already a mess in the four corners. Some child slaves scurried around like headless flies; Some are like beasts that have broken out of their cages, grabbing water and knives with red eyes; Others hid in the corner and cried.

Many people in Gordon are now hysterical and out of control. He turned his gaze to the red willow, and the red willow seemed to be looking at him as well. Instinctively, Gordon sensed something was wrong, scoured the body for a water bag, and ran westward.

Wisps of sand and dust rose from the ground, and there were also many child slaves running around. Some are heading west, some are coming and going, intending to flee.

"These fools are still daydreaming of running away, their brains must be stuffed with shit!" A boy with a freckled face was knocked down by a fugitive slave, and he was so angry that he cursed, and his face was full of unaccustomed energy.

A girl with pigtails picked him up and said, "Maybe they're lucky enough to escape back home." ”

The freckled boy pouted: "Chick, luck is a pile of shit!" They are short of food and water, and they will get lost in the desert, go insane, incontinent, and become a stinking human jerky! I can guess with my ass that the gang won't let us go. I said chick, are you following me? Want to steal my hydration bladder? ”

The pigtailed girl hurriedly shook her head: "No." I, I'm scared. Can I walk with you? ”

The freckled boy rolled his eyes: "If you go together, you can use your beauty trick and take the opportunity to attack my hydration bag, right?" Don't shake your head, even if you shake your ass, don't want to fool me! ”

At this time, a red-headed young man ran over and greeted them warmly in a clear tone like a song: "Friends, all brothers in the four seas." In the next red flower, he was an apprentice of a wandering artist, a legendary figure destined to become the protagonist of the epic. Let's team up, unity is strength! Hope lies ahead! ”

The freckled boy said angrily: "Shit! I think you're destined to be a tragic figure. ”

"You're jealous, brother. Don't feel inferior, stupid birds can fly first. Saffron hugged the freckled boy affectionately and said with a sincere look of encouragement, completely ignoring the other and rolling her eyes.

The pigtailed girl secretly told the freckled boy: "Let's go with this red head, his luck is good!" Many times, wheat cakes would be thrown on him, and there was no need to grab them. ”

"Is it shit-luck?" Freckles muttered.

Saffron is a self-cooked and quickly mingles with freckled boys and girls with pigtails. Along the way, the crocuses kept inviting people to join them and collectively headed westward.

Gordon saw that the child slaves had formed dozens of small gangs, and only a few of them were on their own like him.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the scorching sun is scorching the ground. Gordon's skin was flushed with sunburn, and he was sweating and steaming. His shoes were also worn out, and his thumbs were blistered with rough grit.

Gordon tore off a piece of his shirt, wrapped his head around it, took out the water bag and drank it down, and put the empty leather bag on his foot.

In order to maintain his body, he did not walk fast, and he had to constantly pay attention to the terrain: the scattered wind prisms, the sand jujube with red flowers, and the snake lizard that quietly drilled out of the dry and cracked riverbed...... They were compared with the Gobi materials he had collected.

The microsurgery is still running on its own, with three inhales and one exhale, which is natural and smooth. This allowed him to maintain dexterity in his movements, and his reflexes were not dulled by the heat.

In the first year of his practice of breathing, nothing changed in Gordon. He was born with a rare paralysis, because his mental power was born abnormal, solidified like a stone, and it was difficult to coordinate with **, and he was paralyzed in the lower limbs. Even if the family kept giving him all kinds of rare tonics, it would be to no avail.

In the second year, Gordon made a desperate gamble and devoted himself to the cultivation of the micro-technique. He slept only four hours a day, and spent the rest of the day running the micro-breath operation non-stop.

It is extremely difficult to get started, and if you don't pay attention, you will choke yourself and even feel that you can't breathe normally. But Gordon was convinced of the mystery of this strange breathing technique, because his magic tree had slowly grown a root this year.

And a person who has not cultivated martial arts and has not given birth to source power in his body, it is absolutely impossible for the Demon Tree to grow roots!

In the third year, Gordon stayed up almost all night, practicing micro-techniques with masochistic perseverance, as if he had endured endless torture.

Gradually, the microtechnique turned into the instinct of the body. Even when you are asleep, the breathing technique will run automatically, completely replacing the normal way of breathing.

Gordon's sense of hearing, sight, smell, taste, and touch began to improve, and he was several times sharper than before. The medicinal power of the internal organs that had been remaining for many years was little and little excited, and it was absorbed by the roots of the Demon Tree. From time to time, the skin excretes dirt, and the flesh becomes lighter and lighter. Eventually, the microsurgery drove the lower limbs.

In the past few days in the desert, in the high sweltering heat where it is difficult to breathe, Gordon feels that there is a new change in the micro-breathing technique. The limbs gradually merge into a part of the breath, and the whole body falls together with the breath, full of rhythm.

Gordon suddenly slowed his steps and stared ahead to his right, the sound of crying coming from behind a rolling slope of sand. He crept up the sandy slope and crouched down at the top of the slope to look down.

"Please, don't take my water!" A small boy with tears on his face was half-lying on the ground, his arms clutching the water bladder, and his buttocks moving back desperately.

Five fierce teenagers pressed towards him, and for the pockmarked face with a scimitar in his hand, he stepped forward and shouted: "Don't be wordy like a girl, hand over the water bag!" ”

"Don't come here!" The little man cried loudly and clung to the water bladder.

The young men around laughed fiercely, and raised their knives impatiently: "If you want water, then you will die!" ”

Six people, six bags of water. Gordon licked his chapped lips regretfully, intending to turn around and leave. He was not sure how to deal with so many people, and if he was injured in a hard fight, he would most likely die in the desert.

The little man screamed, raising his water bladder to stop at the blade. The pockmarked face was afraid of cutting through the water bag, so he had to hastily deflect the scimitar. The little man took the opportunity to get up, suddenly knocked over his face, ran out of the crowd, and fled up the sand slope.

When he saw the retreating Gordon, he immediately shouted: "Hey, save me, I'll give you half of the water!" ”

The other teenagers scolded angrily and chased after them, waving their knives and shouting: "Kill this guy together and take his knife!" ”

Gordon ignored the little man, kicked the ground on tiptoe, turned around and ran. He stepped on a hard bulge, and the sand slid down the soles of his feet, revealing a head buried under the sand, as big as a bucket, ugly and hideous, with two cold yellow eyes staring at Gordon.

It's tooth worm! Gordon's steps stiffened, his running posture immediately stopped, and his limbs remained in their inherent position, motionless.

The tooth worm is a ferocious insect unique to the desert and will not normally actively attack humans unless disturbed. Gordon stared at the wriggling teeth, his palms clenching the scimitar dripping with sweat. He did not dare to act rashly, and his escape would only be regarded as a provocation by his teeth and provoked an attack. What's more, there are two rows of flattened wings under the belly of the teeth, and he is good at gliding on sandy ground, and the degree is much faster than him.

Tooth squirmed and shrugged his head in front of Gordon. Gordon held his breath, his throat contracted slightly, and his whole body remained still.

The soft tentacles of the teeth touched Gordon's calves.

"Bang bang" With the sound of footsteps, the sand and dust rose all the way from below, and the little man quickly climbed to the top of the slope. "Help me or you'll die!" He screamed maliciously and ran past Gordon.

"Boom!" Gravel and sand splattered, frightened teeth wriggled over their heads, and bucket-thick bodies burst through the sand and leaped and pounced.

"Ahh The little man had a horrified expression on his face as he looked at a large, sharply dilated mouth that covered his vision, his dense and sharp teeth closing up and down, and plasma splattering. The little man broke off at the waist, and the lower half of his body fell to the ground.

When several teenagers saw this scene, they were so frightened that they turned around and fled.

The teeth slammed out, and the huge mouth that was all open took up almost the entire head, quickly biting a young man, chewing and swallowing, and then chasing after the others.

Gordon hesitated for a moment, giving up the idea of slipping away. This head is already fierce, and as soon as a few teenagers die, it is likely that it will be his turn. Gordon's gaze followed the Tooth Creep, its wings gliding briskly across the slope, biting another teenager to death, and catching up with Mackface. The hemp face screamed and swung the knife, and the blade slashed into the teeth and squirmed the jaw, splashing a cloud of yellow juice.

Opportunity! Gordon made an instant decision, fell to the ground, and slid down the sand slope in a swooping position, straight for the teeth and worms. And his teeth were squirming and his jaw was injured, and he was angry and angry, and his attention was completely attracted by the pock-faced boy.

With a slam of his head, his teeth screwed into the scimitar, and his numb face staggered back. He grudgingly grasped the hilt of his knife and swung it with all his might.

10 meters ...... Three-meter ...... One meter ...... Gordon is getting closer and closer to the tooth creep, his arms are straight out, and the tip of the knife is aimed at the tubular anus at the tail of the tooth creep.

"Poof" twice, one after the other. The Mackface's scimitar slashed at the neck of the Tooth Worm, and the Tooth Worm writhed angrily, and the huge mouth covered the Hemp Face and was about to close. Immediately after, Gordon rushed to the point of the knife and stabbed into the anal canal of the tooth squirming!

The teeth twitched violently, and the teeth were still embedded in the back of the numb face, and there was no time to bite. The front half of the numb face sank into the giant mouth of the tooth worm, and he struggled desperately, and the scimitar slashed at the throat of the tooth worm.

Gordon's momentum hasn't stopped! Closing his eyelids tightly, he fit into the anal canal, the tip of the knife piercing through the slimy body cavity and driving straight in.

The teeth were struck back and forth, the pain was unbearable, and the body was churning wildly. The numb face was thrown over like a broken sack, thrown over, and smashed on the rough gravel again and again, the bones were broken, and the blood gushed like a spring.

Gordon also took a few hits in succession, and suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and he was dizzy and tinnitus. Fortunately, the whole body was wrapped in the thick and soft cavity flesh of the wriggling teeth, and the impact force was removed. He felt a soft body like intestines in his left hand, and grabbed it firmly, stabilizing his body. With his right hand, he swung his knife and stabbed him around.

"Cluck!" Ma Face crashed into a boulder, and his spine snapped, killing him instantly, but the blade got stuck in the throat of the wriggling tooth. The teeth fluttered up and down like crazy, slamming around, and a running teenager was knocked over by it, swallowing it in one gulp, and the blade stuck in his throat went a few minutes deeper.

After a sharp slash, Gordon grew weak. The air in the cavity of the teeth is suffocated, mucus fills the mouth and nose, and it becomes more difficult to breathe. He scrambled forward, the tip of his knife piercing through a flocculent wall of flesh. "Poof", the scimitar struck a yellow-brown ball, and the clear juice squirted out of the ball, splashing on Gordon's face.

The teeth sprang up spasmally, several meters high, and the last surviving teenager was so frightened that his legs cramped, and his mind went blank as he watched the teeth fall in the air.

"Bang!" The toothy head slammed into his feet, and the boy sat down, and the feces and urine flowed together.

After the shock, he was motionless with his teeth squirming, his eyes closed, and his huge mouth half open. "Dead, the monster is dead!" The boy was stunned and cried with joy. "Haha, it's dead, I'm still alive!"

As soon as the words fell, a figure rushed out of the giant mouth of the tooth worm, and the scimitar slashed straight through, cutting him in half!

Gordon withdrew his scimitar, turned around and slipped open his chest, pulled out the broken yellow-brown ball, and swallowed it. It is the core of the heart that is wormed with teeth, which cools and relieves fire, nourishes yin and moistens the lungs, and soothes the heat and dryness brought by the desert. The rest of the tooth worm is too fishy, and eating it will only lead to diarrhea.

Then, Gordon sped over to the scattered corpses and picked up the water bladder. The water bladder of the hemp face had been broken, the water was drained, and most of the other five water bladders were drunk. Gordon unplugged the water bladder one by one, drank all the water in one go, and then sat down with his back to the corpse of the squirming teeth and was able to breathe.

At this time, he felt that his heart was beating violently, sweat and cavity fluid soaked all over his body, and his head and neck, back, and knees were all broken, and there were bursts of throbbing pain, which were obviously hit by the wriggling of his teeth.

Gordon rested for more than half an hour, and only then did he return to the road.