"Whew!" an arm swept over his ear, and Ma Shuo did his best to dodge it. Throwing himself on one side of the mountain, he turned over and stood still, only to find that his heart had jumped to his throat.

As soon as the words fell, he immediately made a move, and he didn't even say hello. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of four or five meters, as fast as lightning to pounce on the eagle to prey.

Thunderbolt and don't give him the slightest time to react.

At this time, I just stood still, and I felt a little pain in my cheek. Raising his hand, two drops of bright red appeared on his fingertips.

So fast!

The speed at which I didn't even feel the pain at all was beyond imagination.

And after such a long period of contact, Murray did not keep his nails at all. So how exactly did you cause a wound on your cheek?

Ma Shuo swallowed his saliva, and under the cold gaze of the other party who had just turned around, he hurriedly defended loudly: "No! I didn't lie to you! Really, Murray! I swear! In the name of my ancestors!"

But the other party's eyes were red, so he didn't pay attention to it at all.

The five fingers of both hands are stretched to the limit, like an eagle's claw like an iron hook. Bouncing slightly, he suddenly stepped on the boulder under his feet, and pounced on Ma Shuo again with a trace of afterimage.

This time it was like a hungry tiger pounced, and its whole body flew off the ground. And now all Ma Shuo can do is slide and move his feet sideways.

But he had tried his best, but he still didn't completely dodge. He didn't even go out of his reach and was directly blocked by Murray's forearm.

Then, I felt a sharp feeling of pressure in my chest, as if I had been hit by a high-speed truck.

The air in his lungs was instantly withdrawn, and while he was seven or eight meters in the air, there was only one thought left in his head: "Murray really wants to kill him!"

"Bang!"

His back hit the mountain wall and slipped downhill to hang at the base of a small tree.

At this time, the pain reached the brain, and I felt a sharp pain like the entire chest cavity was torn.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Two drops of pale red blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and he unconsciously bit his tongue at the same time as he received another heavy blow.

A salty smell filled his mouth, but Ma Shuo didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Fast as lightning, the two are not at the same level at all. He seems to be an ordinary child who has never practiced martial arts, but the other party is like a master who has long been famous all over the world.

The gap is like a trench!

At this time, Ma Shuo's mind was completely blank. His past life as a fugitive has taught him that he should show weakness in his current situation.

The recovery speed of the body is indeed fast enough, and it was still sore and weak just now, but it recovered fifty or sixty percent in just two breaths. The chest that was hit head-on was still painful, and Ma Shuo slowly turned over to face Murray, watching the other party walk up to him step by step.

With Murray's combat experience decades ago, the chest cavity was hit so hard that the child was definitely temporarily incapacitated.

Looking at Ma Shuo condescendingly, now if you want to kill someone, you only need to move your fingers. Only then did he slowly recover from his violent state, but his voice was still cold and piercing: "Say, are you a remnant of the Revival Society!"

Now Murray has lost his mind and will directly kill him with the slightest suspicion. Ma Shuo's explanation of the fog was so strange that it reminded him of the real culprit of the war, the Revival Society, which was still alive before he came to Sister Mountain.

In his closed consciousness, the outside world may have been controlled by the Revival Society long ago. As a child, it is easier to accept "new" ideas, and although they are both aliens, they will also become tools of the revival society.

The inside and outside flowering tactic may not be useful for humans with detectors, but it is obviously much simpler to be inhuman.

It is already a great miracle that you can run here from Dongzhou. It was only after a strange fog that I felt something was wrong with my body when I went deep into the canyon.

Since you already feel that something is wrong with your body, why don't you go out of the canyon to find a medical officer?

Are children stupid?

Well, it's probably a lie. The least guarded child is the bait that revive will want to exterminate them.

Now, Ma Shuo has temporarily lost his combat effectiveness, and perhaps with the support of extreme endurance, he can recover faster than ordinary people, but this time is enough for him to get an answer.

"Say!" gritted his teeth, his tone full of hatred: "When will the support of the Revival Society arrive?"

"Ahem!ahem!Renaissance Society?" Ma Shuo was stunned tomorrow, and he couldn't imagine that the other party actually thought that he was a revival society?

Immediately grinned: "What? The man who once almost became the Lord of the Sky is so afraid of the extinct Revival Society?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murray raised his leg and kicked him in the chest. There was a slight hint of panic in his tone: "Fart! Little bastard, say quickly, when will your helpers come?"

The heavy kick made Ma Shuo's already painful chest even more tearing.

It's just that his eyes never leave Murray's face, but he knows it from the other party's expression and tone. This once proud and powerful Inhuman was as terrified as he had guessed.

The three or four million words of the "Gray Mountain Canon" are sprinkled with three or four million words, vividly recording the entire Inhuman War, and even including some classic cases.

For example, all the battles in An Qingkong, even including the emotional history.

Of course, the relationship between the Renaissance Society, humans, and Inhumans plays an important role in this.

And Ma Shuo, as one of the few people who can read through the whole book, knows the identity they represent.

The old Pope's words were now in my ears: "The alien is dead!

Perhaps the so-called trauma is not just for the seemingly victorious human beings. is even more satirical about Inhumans like Murray, who have been completely eliminated from the world in both psychological and physical aspects.

After thinking about this, Ma Shuo knew that he couldn't die!

He looked down at the foot that had caused him pain, and followed the thick, toned leg all the way to Murray's increasingly panicked face.

Instead of answering the other party's obviously crazy question, he snorted disdainfully and asked, "Do you know what the outside world is going on right now?"

Although Ma Shuo was only seven or eight years old, the momentum he exuded at this time made Murray, who was over eighty, tremble slightly. didn't even have the courage to look at Ma Shuo, and hurriedly glanced to the side.

But suddenly thinking of the identity of himself and the other party at this time, a sense of annoyance and anger instantly erupted. The foot suddenly exerted force again, and Ma Shuo's chest instantly collapsed by another centimeter.

I felt that the air in my lungs was forcibly squeezed again, and a burst of hot air flowed out of my mouth and nose, and my face instantly turned red and congested.

It's just that even though it was so painful, Ma Shuo had a smile on his face.

This face, which became more and more smiling, seemed to become a nightmare in Murray's heart for a while. He saw ridicule, teasing, and even belittling, and the panic in his heart was like a flood that burst its banks, and it could never be recovered.

Seeing this, Ma Shuo took a deep breath and lifted his big feet by two points against his chest. Endured the sharp pain in his chest and yelled: "Get out of the way!"

As the voice blurted out, his expression instantly became very sharp. exuded a hint of murderous aura, which scared Murray two steps back.

"Poof!"

He sat on the ground, his face sluggish as stupid. With one hand trembling, he pointed to Ma Shuo, who was covering his chest and getting up, but he couldn't say a whole word.

Ma Shuo, who straightened out his breath, looked at Murray indifferently and sighed: "Murray, in the past few decades of closed life on the top of the mountain, the world has changed!"

Then, as if reciting and recalling, Ma Shuo patiently recounted to Murray the experiences outside the canyon.