The branches of the tree stretched out, and the luxuriant leaves wrapped around the branches like umbrella cloths, almost isolating the outside world from the inner world.

At the root of the tree, the two children who looked very thin were bound with chains the thickness of the children's arms on their hands and feet, and they could see a lot of blood stained between the shackles.

Two pairs of small, frozen purple feet trampled on the wet grass, covered in sifting chaff.

It's also a shame that Yun Fan can't move his hands, otherwise, no matter what means he uses, he will kill this guy with his own hands.

Thinking of this, Yun Fan thought about it, turned his head to look at the young monk, and saw that he also had a calm face, and the anger in his heart dropped slightly.

"Monk, what are you still thinking, don't you rush up and unload this guy's legs and feet!"

Although he knew in his heart that the monk couldn't see him or hear him, he couldn't help but shout at the latter.

The young monk was silent for a moment, and then slowly sat back in his original position, but he no longer read, but kept turning the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and chanting words in his mouth.

Seeing that the young monk had no misdeeds, the strong man's face couldn't help but show a sneer.

Even if you know each other, after the strong man muttered a sentence in his mouth, he stopped caring about the monk and sat on the other side loudly.

I saw that as soon as his fingers moved, a ball of spiritual light appeared on his fingertips, like a dancing flame.

Looking at the light on the strong man's fingertips, the two thin children invariably cast their eyes over.

The smaller one still looked timidly and lowered his head, only the older child stared intently at the faint light.

There was an extremely strong longing in his eyes, just like a hungry wolf saw a fat sheep, a demon in color saw a beautiful woman who was not in a hitch, and a person who fell into darkness saw the long-lost light.

"What's the matter, still vain in wanting to cultivate?" the strong man noticed the longing look beside him, turned his head to look, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Tell you, it's impossible in this life!" the strong man's face suddenly showed a hideous smile.

"As long as I'm here, you'll always be my slave!"

Listening to the almost roaring voice of the strong man, the two thin children's bodies couldn't help but tremble.

The taller child lowered his head and was silent, but the hands hanging by his side did not know when they had clenched into fists, and above the fists, the green tendons burst out.

Glancing at the two trembling children with satisfaction, the strong man flicked his fingers, and the light on his fingertips was bounced into the firewood that was neatly stacked on top of the dead leaves.

"Boom!"

With a soft sound, there was a soft sound in the firewood pile, and then a flame rushed up.

The temperature in the surrounding area was slowly rising due to the continuous rainstorm.

The sudden rise in temperature made the strong man shiver, but there was a comfortable smile on his face.

Looking at the flames floating in front of them, the two thin little guys were also ready to approach, but they still subconsciously glanced at the strong man's expression before moving.

Seeing that he didn't react, Fang breathed a sigh of relief and sat down by the fire, but there was still a certain distance from the position of the strong man.

The sound of Bibi peeling sounded, and the flames burned brighter and brighter, and danced incessantly, like a dancing elf.

As the temperature rose, the two little guys' originally pale faces also became a little ruddy.

It's just that the dirty little face is still full of fear, and the source of this fear is naturally the bearded man.

The little one, who was a little older, glanced at his companion, who was still shivering, and patted him lightly on the head, giving him silent comfort.

The unkempt little head stiffened slightly, and when he turned his head to look at the bright eyes, the fear in his heart eased.

The young monk had been watching, pursed his lips and did not speak.

"The weather on this dog day, it's raining endlessly, it's really sweeping Lao Tzu's interest!" The strong man looked at the vast rain curtain, and couldn't help but scold.

"Luckily, I had some good stuff in the hotel in town, otherwise it would have been so fucking boring to stare here and wait for the rain to stop. The strong man seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Then I saw that on the palm of his broad hand, a ring worn on the middle finger shimmered slightly, and immediately, many things appeared beside the fire.

Aged Huadiao, daughter red, and roast goose roast chicken sauce beef.

"Poof!"

The strong man lifted the wine cork with one hand, and suddenly a rich aroma of wine wafted out, mixed with the aroma of vegetables in the shade of the tree.

Although he couldn't smell those smells, Yun Fan couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the various dishes, especially the old daughter Hong, which made his eyes widen.

"Tut-tut, it's so fragrant!" the strong man snorted sharply, and the aroma penetrated into his nose one by one, and his face couldn't help but show an intoxicated look.

"Gollum!"

Just as the strong man was about to feast, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

The small-headed child suddenly covered his stomach, lowered his head sharply, and buried his head between his knees.

Rao was like this, and the young monk still saw the red ears.

The bearded man glanced coldly at the thin child, and without the slightest intention of sharing these delicacies with him, he began to eat them on his own.

The other child looked at the wine and food, and his dry throat couldn't help but move up and down.

Turning his head to look at his companion who was still bowing his head beside him, there was a look of hesitation in his eyes.

Finally, he finally made up his mind, stood up tremblingly, and said to the strong man with forced composure, "Our stomachs are hungry, can... Can you give us something to eat?"

The child's voice was hoarse and sounded a little weak, but it had a courage to look at death as if it were home.

"What to eat, haven't you eaten it in the town?!" the strong man heard this, and immediately turned his head viciously and glared at the child.

"But that was two days ago, we haven't eaten for two days, and... The child paused, as if he had exhausted his strength, before adding, "And we only ate one steamed bun." ”

"What? One steamed bun is not enough?" the bearded man sneered, "Could it be that you still want big fish and meat?"

"You can have leftovers, we're so hungry, if we don't eat again, I'm afraid. The boy didn't continue, he didn't want to say the word.

"What's the matter? you're dead?" the strong man sneered, "If you're dead, you're dead, how precious do you think your life is?"

"I didn't say how precious our lives are. The little boy looked at the bearded man with a calm expression and clear eyes.

"But you went to great lengths to kill our whole family, and you shouldn't have starved the two of us to death so easily. ”