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"That kid must pass through here." Ge Ying climbed on the intertwined iron-whiskered kudzu vines, dragged them to the ground, wrapped them into a loop, and covered them with fern leaves.

The other two teenagers lay on the ground, digging holes. One of them raised his head, his expression was fierce, and he gritted his teeth: "The humiliation that No. 13 put on me, I will pay back a hundredfold!" Whenever he remembered the night in the morgue, his mouth filled with rotten livers, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of disgusting stomach acid, and even more disgusting shame.

"I just want to have a good fight with that ghoul to see if he's better or if my needle rain is stronger." The other teenager sneered and clenched his short sword, plunging into the gravel, hundreds of fine holes piercing the pit at the same time. Under the Demon Tree in his heart, the source power was also condensed into earth, and an ice hedgehog loomed, and the snowy spikes on his back were as cold as ice needles.

Ge Ying looked at the two teenagers, and it was not difficult to find them to reach a cooperation agreement. Ever since he planted a big heel at Gordon's hands, he has begun to plot revenge, keeping an eye out for teenagers who are also hostile to Number 13. No. 13 thought he was promoted to an assistant teacher, and hugged the thick legs of the instructor of the Blood Prison Society, but he didn't know how much he was hated.

"Number 9, don't forget that we are Assassins. The only criterion for distinguishing the strong from the weak is to see who survives. Ge Ying said solemnly, "Although you have entered the black lead level, the 13th is earlier than you." I've played No.13 twice, and he's cunning, quick-witted, and has a clear advantage in hand-to-hand combat......"

The rebellious boy impatiently interrupted Ge Ying's words: "Number One, you won't be scared by ghouls, will you?" ”

"I just don't want to make a second mistake." Ge Ying glanced coldly at the rebellious young man, in the past half a year, he reined in his edge, shrunk his claws, and was actually used as a nest by some stupid things. Walking to the other side of the pit, Geying pulled up the vine, straight as a string, and tied sharp conglomerate to the end, arranged into a simple mechanism.

"There is an old saying in the porcelain kingdom of the Heavenly Scales Domain, which is called 'The lion fights the rabbit, and he also uses all his strength.' What's more, number 13 is not a weak rabbit. Ge Ying retreated into the distance, looked at the traps and traps laid down, picked up a pile of dead vines, and began to hide the traces. The 13th gave me a lesson that I will never forget: despise others, and it is yourself who dies! ”

His eyes shot a fierce light, revealing his long-hidden minions: "No. 6, No. 9, if we make a mistake this time, we will never have a chance to make a mistake again!" ”

"We listen to you!" The sturdy boy said viciously, "Just use the Iron Triangle Assassin Killing Array to kill him!" ”

Ge Ying turned to look at No. 9, and the rebellious young man hesitated for a moment and shrugged: "Okay, Iron Triangle Assassin Killing Array." However, according to what has been agreed in advance, the weapons and equipment after the death of No. 13 will belong to me, and the bloody cards and other harvests will belong to No. 6. ”

"I don't want a single thing." Ge Ying smiled coldly and looked at the glowing vegetation in front of him. The sand dunes stretched out beneath him, forming a gentle slope, and below that was a flat tundra, mossy green as a blanket, and the river was flowing in full view. On both sides are towering conglomerate peaks, which are rugged and steep, making it difficult for apes to cross. If No. 13 wants to continue deeper into the Totem Jungle, this is the place to go.

"Shake-shake-shake!" The cicada stretched out its arms, grabbed a lock of hair in front of Gao Deng's forehead, and swayed it like a swing, and two thick snots swayed with it.

Gordon raised his middle finger and put it to his lips. The cicada nodded matter-of-factly, put her middle finger to her lips, and put her other middle finger to her lips, so that her hands fell into the air, straight down, through the layers of intertwined branches, and fell on the crisp pile of fallen leaves.

Gordon shook his head, brushed aside the vine leaves, and looked down at a long stream thirty meters away. The stream meanders to a densely frequented area, and its banks are covered with waist-high lantern plants. The vicinity of the water source is the most dangerous, the beast often comes to drink, and Gordon always has to watch for a while before approaching.

The cicada blinked in confusion, grabbed a falling vine, and crawled towards Gordon above. The movements were still clumsy, but the hands and feet were quite strong, and after a week of nourishment by the Demon Tree, the little goblin appeared much more energetic, and a few pieces of bare scalp also appeared with fine fluff.

Gordon jumped off the vine and walked towards the stream. The cicada let go of its hand and landed on top of Gao Deng's head, and its body shook for a while, making a stupid smile of "he-he-he".

Gordon looked at the beast droppings left nearby, crouched down, held the dagger in his left hand, and scooped up the stream with his right palm, and drank it quickly while keeping an eye on his surroundings. "Crippled, it's time for you to take a shower again." Gordon deliberately slowed down his speech, word by word, hoping that the little goblin would slowly become familiar with human language. In fact, goblins are born to understand this, and they don't need to learn, they are born with a knowledge of hundreds of languages.

But brain-dead goblins are a different story.

As soon as the cicada heard about the bath, its little pointed ears trembled, and it jumped up in an unprecedented swift posture and fled to Gordon's heart. But Gordon's two fingers gripped it lightly, so anxious that the cicada's hips twisted and her head shook like a rattle.

"You're too dirty." Gordon held a palm of stream water, and the dagger was always between his fingers to prevent accidents.

"No-no-no!" The cicada sucked hard, and the two snots "snorted" into the nostrils and disappeared. "No-no-no!" It lifted its little face happily at Gordon.

Gordon turned a blind eye, and the cool stream water poured directly on the cicada's head, which immediately turned into gray and black sewage. "No-no-no!" The cicadas twisted left and right, their eyes turned up, and two large snot bubbles blew out of their nostrils. It is still young, regardless of gender, and the leprechaun will only give birth to its own gender if it has a love for its own kind.

Gordon's fingertips dipped in water, gently rubbed the cicadas, layers of dirt fell off, and the little goblin "gigg-cluck-cluck" itched and laughed. The laughter brought the boy back to the past, recalling his father's warm and soft hands.

Every winter night, Gauss himself heated the fireplace, carefully picked him up, put him in the tub with the right temperature, rubbed his back with his fingertips, and deliberately scratched his armpits, making his gloomy and silent face finally smile.

Sometimes, Gauss walked into the room with a murderous and bloody aura that had not yet dissipated, but as soon as he saw him, his eyes were full of love, and his steps were slow. He didn't look like Don at all, squatting by the fire and telling the story of the goblin, with a gentle tone and a grimace.

So the night was no longer long.

"Even if the whole world abandons you, there will always be one person who will not be like this." Gordon scratched the leprechaun slightly.

The cicada nodded solemnly, and then "giggled" and laughed non-stop. Gordon let go of it and said with a clear mouth shape, "Itch-itch-itch." ”

"Salt-salt-salt." The cicada muttered indistinctly.

"No, it's—it's itchy."

"Salt-salt-salt." The cicada shook the drops of water on its body and burrowed back into Gordon's heart. No matter how many times they are cleaned, the leprechaun will always be black and mushy, covered in layers of dirt.

Gordon stood up and began searching for the beast and the other teenagers. He plucked up a clump of lantern plants, creases on the stems, and a little sticky to the touch. Following the crushed grass marks, Gordon descended deep into the vines, imagining the behemoth gliding through the clumps of glowing grass, entangled in the aerial roots of the pothos, and climbing up to the top of the vines.

He looked up suddenly, his hands shaking out a whirling star dart, and he jumped back and forth like a projectile.

"Boom!" A colorful giant sand python carried a violent and fishy wind, pierced through the scattered leaves, and swooped down in the air.

"Whoosh!" The hidden weapons were as dense as a torrential rain, and they were embedded in the body as thick as a bucket of sandworms, and its huge tail swept wildly in pain, kicking up large patches of sand and dust.

Gordon moved around, dodging the sand python and sweeping again and again, not giving the other party a chance to entangle him. The thick body of the sand python can't help but coil, winding into a swimming circle, high and low, and entangled in the circle, trying to entangle the prey into the circle.

Rat Drill! Gordon's back arched, and he burst out of the gap in the ring, and the dagger slashed backhand, splashing a stream of blood. The sand python's high bulging head quickly swooped down, Gordon flipped a fish, leaped and flashed, and the tail of the sand python swept from the front, forcing Gordon to fall to the ground immediately, and the swimming circle surrounded him again.

Gordon's eyes flashed, and he jumped vertically, waiting for an opportunity to fight back. Snakes are natural killers in nature, and they know the way of assassination: the coiled body is a siege, the fluttering head is an attack, and the swept tail is a back move. Fortunately, the sand python is only a fierce beast at the pinnacle of the black lead level, even if it is encountered head-on, Gordon has the certainty of killing it.

"Bang!" The head of the sand python slammed into the air again, and Gordon suddenly sprinted, stabbing the dagger with lightning speed, and stabbing it seven inches into the neck of the sand python. With a "bang", the dagger picked open the sticky and slippery skin, and pulled it straight down until it reached the bloated abdomen, revealing more than a dozen round eggs in the cavity.

Gordon's heart sank, and he didn't want to think about it, so he threw himself forward. "Boom!" A huge force slammed into Gordon's right shoulder from behind, knocking him out.

Gordon's eyes were dark, and his shoulder blades were painful, but he didn't stop moving, he was in mid-air, his arm grabbed a vine, jumped out with his strength, grabbed another one, and jumped in a different direction. In just a few seconds, Gordon flickered left and right, up and down, all by feeling, and only heard the "crackling" vine breaking sound behind him.

A few seconds later, Gordon's vision regained and he saw another sand snake that was frantically chasing him. Its bulging head is covered with a towering green crown and is a verdant companion for pregnant sand bugs. Smaller and more cunning, the male sand worm has been hiding in the thick branches, holding back, ready to strike a fatal blow at Gordon.

The male's scent was masked by his partner, and Gordon was unaware of it. Fortunately, the eggs were awake, and he realized that there must be a male sand snake nearby.

Relieved, Gordon immediately pulled out the three-edged thorn and began to fight against the male sand python. For a moment, the shadow of the worm swayed, and the figure jumped, shuttling and flying around the vine. A few minutes later, Gordon shook his way and lured the male sand python to attack, and then he got close to the neck of the python and stabbed him to death.

Gordon took a light breath, took out the wound medicine, applied it to the swollen shoulder, and then burrowed into the female snake's abdomen to absorb the blood. After a few moments, the cicada burrowed out of its chest, looked around blankly, crawled under Gordon's slick armpit, stretched out its fingers and scratched it.

"Itch-itch-itch." It snorted, puffed out its chest proudly, and repeated in a subdued tone, "Itch-itch-itch." ”

"Itch-itch-itch." The delicate voice echoed over and over again.

For some reason, Gordon's tears flowed.