"How many teams are this?" Zhang Xiaojuan hid behind a bush, her trembling voice leaked the fear in her heart, her petite body couldn't help shaking, she hugged the little furball tightly, and her thoughts couldn't help but go back to the first time she saw this kind of mercenary team a few days ago.

That day, the little furball took her to find a water source, Zhang Xiaojuan was excited and just finished washing her face, the little furball whined and issued a warning, she quickly carried a cloth bag and hid behind a bush. When the group appeared in the field of vision from afar, her heart suddenly burst out with strong emotions, and her mind was full of thoughts: That's a human being! That's a human being! She was saved!

The loneliness and fear of being in the wasteland for seven or eight days stimulated her, and Zhang Xiaojuan ran excitedly towards the group of people, waving his hands as he ran, shouting for help. Little Furball sensed that the group of people was strong, and it whined and tried to stop her, but Zhang Xiaojuan still ran forward regardless of it. The little furball was reluctant to follow and jumped off her head, and the gray pupils looked at her distant back in a complicated way, and wandered anxiously in place, and finally chased after her quickly.

The group also spotted Zhang Xiaojuan, and they walked towards this direction.

It wasn't until Zhang Xiaojuan ran close that he found that this was a group of strong men about two meters tall, with the muscles of their bare arms squirting strong and powerful, and the big sword at his waist was shining with silver. There were several shorter men in the group whose heads and faces were obscured by dark cloaks, and the pitch-black scepters they were carrying were inlaid with large crystals. Zhang Xiaojuan could clearly see the magical light of red, purple or yellow lingering on those crystals, which was different from the soft glow on the herbs, and the cold light of these rays was faintly murderous.

There was a strong smell of blood on the bodies of this group of people, and even some people's clothes were stained red with blood.

Zhang Xiaojuan's waving little hand was raised stiffly, and she couldn't shout a word of help in her mouth, she stood there blankly, the surprised smile had not yet dispersed, and the alarm bell had sounded in her heart, she suddenly felt that she was really too reckless.

At the same time, this group of dangerous men were also looking at the child in front of them coldly, only to see that she was wearing dirty and ill-fitting strange clothes, a small pet lying on her unkempt head, her face had just been washed, her eyes were watery and her skin was white and tender, and she could tell at a glance that she was a little girl. Maybe the little girl appeared at the wrong time and in the wrong place, plus she shouted for help all the way, and the whole team instantly became nervous.

A man with a giant sword on his back walked over, his gloomy eyes looked Zhang Xiaojuan up and down, and a rough and hoarse voice sounded: "Who are you? Why did you appear on the edge of the forbidden area?"

Seeing that the child didn't speak, the man pulled out the giant sword with a whoosh, and the cold sword light pointed directly at Zhang Xiaojuan, "Lao Tzu is too lazy to talk to you, I will kill you if I don't say anything!"

Zhang Xiaojuan clenched her tooth sockets to prevent herself from screaming in horror, and she felt that the small furball above her head had reached out with sharp claws. The little furball was only as big as a little milk cat, and the group of giants in front of him looked like bloodthirsty and belligerent maniacs, Zhang Xiaojuan reached out and pressed the little furball on the top of his head, begging and whispering, "Little furball, don't!"

At this time, a burst of laughter came, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked over, "Bill, relax, such a kid is scared of you to draw your sword?"

The man named Bill also felt that he was too nervous, and took the greatsword back and said, "This is the edge of the forbidden land, we can't let our guard down." ”

The swarthy man glanced at Zhang Xiaojuan, a strange light flashed in his eyes, "We are not the only team that came to the forbidden land, maybe they came in with other teams." ”

The others were noncommittal, thinking that they all thought like this, Zhang Xiaojuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Bill is the captain of this group of people, in order to relieve the tension just now, he yelled and rested in place, saw the swarthy man standing still, and then swept Zhang Xiaojuan's small body, reminded: "Hocker, don't think I don't know your little thoughts, I usually don't care about you, now is a very moment, you better control your dirty things!"

I don't know who whistled, and it immediately drew a strange laugh from everyone.

Zhang Xiaojuan keenly felt that the atmosphere was wrong, she quietly stepped back, and as soon as she took a step back, Bill stuck a cold dagger at her feet, frightening her body and slumping to the ground.

Hocker scratched his head and smiled, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, glancing at the little girl's exposed half of the shoulder, sleek and delicate and fair, his abdomen instantly burst with lust, "Bill, I promise to solve it quickly, half an hour! Half an hour will be done, and it will not delay our business." ”

Bill didn't agree, and Hocker gritted his teeth, "I don't want any commission this time, let's work for nothing!"

Another whistle sounded, and someone laughed lewdly and scolded: "Hocker, you are fucking sick!

The words were so explicit, Zhang Xiaojuan didn't understand anything, she jumped up like crazy and ran towards the jungle, she would rather be killed by Bill's dagger than killed by that disgusting man.

Bill glanced coldly at the little girl who ran away, "Half an hour, not even one more minute!"

Hocker had already chased after him in a hurry, and his bulging crotch provoked more lewd laughter and scolding. He caught up with Zhang Xiaojuan in three steps, picked her up and carried her on his shoulder, and hurried to the bushes not far away.

"Hocker, what the fuck are you hiding?" someone scolded.

There are also people who are eating dry food, afraid that he will make a bloody mess and affect his appetite, so let him stay away.

Zhang Xiaojuan slumped on Hocker's shoulder, her soft abdomen aching from his running shoulder, and she let out a sharp cry in her throat, her small fist slamming her back like a boulder. The man's muddy and eager breathing sounded, and a big hand pressed her buttocks obscenely, and grabbed it fiercely, and the breathing sound became more urgent.

Zhang Xiaojuan was thrown a dense grass, making her dizzy, her stomach was shaken with sour water, and she tilted her head and vomited.

Hocker pulled her leg over, one hand easily stopping her struggle, and the other big hand ran up her calf. Zhang Xiaojuan's tears flowed down, and she writhed her little body in despair, but unfortunately her little strength was like a little butterfly fluttering in the eyes of men.

Hocker craned his neck to kiss her pink little mouth, but the little hairball that caught the right time swooped down like lightning, and the cold sharp teeth bit down on Hocker's most fragile throat.

Sensing the danger, Hocker's whole body burst out with orange aura armor, especially the most fragile neck.

The little furball almost succeeded, but unfortunately it was still too small, and the sharp teeth couldn't bite through the thick armor.

Hocker was anxious to vent at this time, but was disturbed by the little pet with a big palm, he impatiently drew his sword, and condensed a stream of aura on the sword and swung it at the little furball, believing that it would definitely die, so he threw the big sword and threw it at the little girl again.

Zhang Xiaojuan flipped and ran away when he drew his sword, but was soon caught by Hawker again, pinched her neck and lifted her high, and began to tear her panties with the other hand. Zhang Xiaojuan was almost suffocated by the big steel hand, her little face was red, her eyes were full of hatred, she raised her hands and struggled to push the man's arm, her nails digging deep into his flesh. She didn't want to die! She wanted to live! In despair, a mysterious force seemed to rush down her arm.

Hocker's whole body suddenly suffocated, his aura quickly drained, and his orange aura armor also dimmed sharply. This had never happened before, and Hocker's legs went limp, followed by a sharp pain in his neck, and the leaky throat made a sound like an old bellows. The sharp fangs of the little furball had torn through the man's throat, and scarlet blood spurted out and shot out a few meters away.

Hocker grabbed the small furball and threw it to the ground, his other hand pressing tightly against the blood-spurting neck. The little furball deftly rolled and fell, and pounced again, this time staring at Hocker's exposed chest, its gray eyes flashing coldly, and its sharp claws digging into his chest.

There was a miserable sound in Hocker's throat, spurting more scarlet, and he could no longer exert any strength, and his tall body slowly collapsed to the ground, his dim eyes still showing the disbelief and horror of his death.

The little furball jumped over quickly and kept licking Xiaojuan's face, and a whining sound came out of his throat, like a gentle soothing, like a reminder and urging.

Zhang Xiaojuan came back to her senses, she couldn't care about self-pity, and went to the jungle with the little furball in her arms.