He said unhurriedly: "What's the difference in kidnapping one more child?"

I did everything, I just regret that his son didn't die, he just lost an arm, it was too cheap for him.

But my brother is dead, and he is dying so miserably, that I don't even have a chance to get his head back!" the more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the waving arm made the wine splash in all directions, and the bald man hid even further.

"The lord also said that if he provokes us again, he will teach them a hard lesson.

You told me two years ago, have you forgotten?

Besides, isn't there anything else that was exchanged for that little ghost?"

"Hmph, you also know that it is heavy and cumbersome materials, not light money.

If it weren't for me taking great pains to disperse and transfer this material, this filthy grass nest of yours would have been discovered by Shun Teng a long time ago. Battier didn't seem to care about Moody's disrespect, as if he was used to this neurotic subordinate.

His purpose was just that rich sum, and as for the kidnapping of Phil, it was just an excuse.

"It's okay, they're in the wrong direction right now, they're still far away.

The people of this land, the lowly hybrids you see, are more united than you think.

When they come, I'll treat them well.

Let the stupid lions know that this is not the place they should be. The old god Moody said on the ground, he had long known the purpose of the bald man.

"Tell the lord for me that the material is a gift of honor to him, and I will not take a penny. ”

After achieving his goal, Battier turned around and was about to leave, and when he reached the door, he turned around and persuaded: "Whether that little imp is released or killed, you decide for yourself."

However, it is better to let it go and not drive that lion crazy.

The steppe people have been slaughtered by him for a whole hundred thousand people, the blood is covered with the grassland, the corpses like mountains are blocking the river, and it has been a good year for the past few years, and they will not easily make a big move.

If you get caught by that lion, it's best to cut it off early.

Otherwise, it doesn't matter if you implicate me, expose that adult, and you will be worse than death.

Don't forget, that little daughter of yours is still serving with him, and I heard that she will be elected a saint next year. ”

Until Battier's figure disappeared from the camp, Moody didn't come back to his senses.

I don't know what I remembered, but I put away that crazy look, my face was full of contempt, and there was a rare trace of warmth.

"Old bastard! Phew! It's not because I have a good daughter. ”

"I actually have a good daughter. It's just that this last sentence is just silently recited in his heart, this is his biggest secret, and even the subordinates around him don't know.

When Phil woke up from a slumber, he felt that something was wrong with him.

It's not that he was insulted while he was in a coma, but because he was covered with three layers of leather jackets, which weighed him down.

He was even speculating whether he would have been suffocated if he had woken up later.

A dark shadow swayed in the shadows in the afterglow, startling Phil only to find a man squatting in the corner behind him.

From behind, the figure was a little slender, dry without a trace of flesh, and the clothes were a little empty on the body, not tall, and I didn't know if it was a man or a woman.

"Hello, do I have a fever?" Phil stretched out his arm, a little sore, and a little dizzy, the point is that the smell is very strong, even he can't stand it.

......

No one answered his question, the figure just crouched there, unsure of what was going on.

"Thank you for your fur jacket. ”

The thick leather jacket on his body can't be faked, he must appreciate it.

If there was no one to take care of him, I'm afraid he would have been more serious, but now it's okay, the leg injury doesn't seem to have worsened the infection.

......

The figure still ignored him, glanced at him, his eyes cold, and then went about his business with his head down.

It's a pity, it's a deaf or dumb person.

Phil hurriedly gestured, trying to express his meaning, but after comparing for a long time, he gave up in despair.

He suddenly realized that he didn't know sign language at all, and even if he did, the other party probably wouldn't understand.

"You burned for three days. ”

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from Phil's ears, startling him, and he turned his head to see that the figure had turned around and was looking at him.

Phil finally saw the other party's face clearly, a little dirty, gray-blue cloth wrapped in his hair, but a pair of eyes were very bright.

It was supposed to be a girl, about eleven or twelve years old, but maybe it hadn't started to develop, and her chest was flat, like a tomboy.

The figure finally finished his work and handed Phil a large bowl full of black-and-green juice, but did not speak again.

Phil hurriedly thanked him and took it.

It was a medicinal juice made from unknown herbs, and it tasted very bitter, but he still drank it seriously.

He looked at the other party, trying to find out what useful information he had.

Although most of the other party's facial features were covered by soot, they couldn't hide the obvious racial characteristics, and he was very familiar with the ethnic group on the other side of the Twin Continents, that is, the East Asian race in his previous life.

It made him feel a little affectionate, and it had been ten years since he was reborn, and this was the first time he had seen a familiar appearance with his own eyes.

So, his eyes seemed to be nailed to the girl's face, and even the medicine in his hand was lowered.

As if sensing Phil's offensive gaze, the girl subconsciously shrank back, then suddenly realized something, raised her pointed chin, pretended to be fierce, and motioned for him to finish his drink quickly.

"What's your name?" asked Phil tentatively.

“......”

"How old are you?"

“......”

"Were you also caught?"

The "......" girl simply turned around this time, her back to Phil, and she didn't know what to do.

It wasn't until Phil drank a bowl of bitter potion for ten minutes that he saw that the girl was already a little impatient, and he still didn't hear another word from the other party's mouth.

Phil was also a little embarrassed, his performance was that Meng Lang was a little better, and the bad guy took care of him for a few days.

The girl neatly packed up the big bowl, and even the few leather jackets were tied up and tied up, and went out as soon as the cat's waist was out.

Phil's request for a little food didn't have time to be spoken, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

Phil watched the figure disappear behind the wooden wall before he moved his hands and feet, tried to stand up, and staggered two steps.

Fortunately, the bone at the broken leg has not been crooked, and the original swelling has doubled, but now most of it has dissipated.

After more than ten days of recovery, it has begun to heal because it is slightly itchy.

Phil sniffed himself and became a stinky man completely, but his body was still a little weak from fever.

The white-haired Moody should have known that he was awake, but he didn't look for him, and still locked him in a small room, like a honey dolphin in captivity.

Eating and drinking are not abundant, but they are barely full.

But Phil was still honest, lying or sitting, because he wasn't sure if the other party had sent someone to monitor him, and he didn't want the other party to notice that he was recovering so quickly.

This little body is still too weak, it's a hundred chapters, and he's still a weak chicken who wants to be a mermaid.

Only in the dead of night does Phil start meditating, especially focusing on his calves.

The initial increase in pain was inevitable, and he couldn't help but want to moan loudly.

But this is not a good place after all, Phil can only grit his teeth, even if the cold sweat on his body is layer after layer, he does not snort even a sound.

As the bone fascia trembles, the energy in the body is converging towards the fracture.

Phil cooperated with the massage technique, and before he knew it, the wisps of heat finally passed through there, stretching to his feet, and he was a little less cold and numb.

As the meditation continued, the pain gradually subsided, leaving only a sour, itchy and swollen sensation, which made Phil eager to peel off the epidermis and scratch it directly.

In this way, five days passed in a blink of an eye, and the calf finally stopped being swollen, but when I exerted force, it still hurt, and I could only barely walk at a very slow pace.

It had been the tomboy who had been feeding him for the past few days, at irregular times, sometimes earlier, sometimes until dusk.

But fortunately, although the things are different every time, sometimes it is a piece of half-baked meat, sometimes it is a whole sweet potato, but it is all hot, as if it has just been prepared.

Although it was not a big thing, it made Phil feel a kind of warmth that he had not felt for a long time.

Sometimes the little girl came late, and he would lie down in the crack of the door and keep looking out, like a honey dolphin waiting to be fed.