"Eat," said the old woman, who sat on the ground and picked up the palm-sized red fruit from her plate, "it's delicious, hurry up and eat it, little doll." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Deira looked at the round thing in front of her, and she didn't believe it was food, and it was still hot when she touched it just now.

Nita picked up a flame fruit and explained, "This thing is our usual food, and the people in the village eat this thing as their staple food." Even though Nita had made it clear, Deira and Ennie still didn't want to eat it.

"Look at me," Nita said vaguely as she put the flame fruit to her lips, "be careful not to scorch your hair, it's actually very delicious inside."

Della watched as the flames danced on Nita's face, and Nita's expression of enjoyment underneath the flames. In addition, the old woman kept persuading on the side. I had to pick up a flame fruit.

As soon as the flame fruit got into his hand, Deira kept tinkering with it. After a while, the palm of the hand gradually adjusted to the temperature before slowly putting it into the mouth.

As soon as Dala's mouth approached the flame fruit, the juice inside turned into a suction force and flowed into the stomach, through which the warm juice spread to the limbs and traveled all over the body. Deira feels like soaking in a hot spring.

When the juice in the Flame Fruit drained, the flame on it disappeared. Della put the skin of the Flame Fruit on a plate and said, "Aso, it feels good for you to try it too."

"Leave me one, I'm not in the mood right now". Solent sat away from the crowd and looked at the glowing mountains in the distance. I was very melancholy, they didn't come to play, Aihua was still sealed inside, and I don't know what happened to him.

Ennie on the side looked at Deira with a look of enjoyment, and driven by curiosity, she also picked up a flame fruit and put it to her lips to imitate Dela's appearance. There wasn't much going on at the entrance, but after a while. A lot of water vapor came out of Ennie's head.

Seeing this, the white-bearded old man flashed to Ennie's side and held her arm with his hand, and was shocked: "She is"?

Now that the situation is urgent, I don't have time to think about it, and I shouted loudly to the old woman: "Hurry up and go downstairs."

Then the white-bearded old man picked up Ennie and put her in Nita's arms and said: "Strange old man, I'm blind, you remember, go down the mountain to find a hotel, ask for ice water, remember it's ice water, whether you can survive depends on the creation of this female doll."

As the crowd fell, Nita picked up Ennie and quickly walked out the door, while Della and Solent still hadn't figured out what was going on.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" Solent clenched his fists. Holding back the anger in his chest, he asked. This series of events made Solent, who cared about everyone himself, very angry.

The white-bearded old man glanced at Solent and said lightly: "What, you still want to hit me"?

"Don't dare," Solent clenched his fists and lowered his head to keep the old man from seeing his angry eyes. The difference in strength between the two sides is too big, even if you go up by yourself, it will be in vain. Only swallow this bad breath.

"Then let's go up and eat." The white-bearded old man turned his head to look at the old woman and said lightly.

"Don't make a move," Solent whispered, bowing his head. Dira was stunned. Solent beside him was already covered in red light, and rushed forward like a loaded bullet.

"Bump"

With a muffled thud, Sorent's fist was blocked by one of the fingers of the whitebearded old man. "It's not my husband's job to attack an old man who is about to fall into the ground."

"Less nonsense, what is there between life and death that is not despicable" Solent did not retreat, but advanced, and swung an elbow sideways to the chest of the white-bearded old man.

"Well, it's a bit of a skill." The porridge hit the old man's chest firmly, but he didn't do anything at all.

Solent didn't have time to be surprised, turned over and hugged the old man, his left arm curled up and pressed the old man's left arm, trying to use brute force to break the old man's left arm. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't press his arm even a bit. If Solent looked closely, he knew that there was a faint red light on the white-bearded old man's body protecting him.

"I know how to be angry, but I use brute force. Sadly, let the old man teach you." The white-bearded old man's body trembled, shaking Solent back, and then lightly punched Solent in the body, knocking him out of the air.

Sent flying, Solent fell to the floor, spitting out a mouthful of black bruises. The voice of the old man came from his ears: "Qi is born from the heart, driven by intention, the heart does not change the anger, you have gone astray, there is not much to live, cherish your few moments."

"Wife, it's dark and go to sleep." The white-bearded old man walked to the bedroom with his hands behind his back. I thought to myself, "I don't know, can that little doll think of this."

The fire lion on Aihua's body that was sealed had long since disappeared, and he was lying on the cold steel thinking about something. I've never been so badly defeated, not once. Why is this the case? Is it the gap between experience and strength? Now is not the time to think about this, and going out is the best choice.

Aihua picked up the bloody blade and stood up from the ground, slowly touching the cold wall, one, two, the knife slashed at the hard steel, and sparked. With all the strength of his luck, Aihua slammed his strongest blow at the hard steel.

"Bump"

The bounced back Aihua sat on the ground in the dark, he thought a lot, but he didn't come up with any answers, no one is born a murderer, and not everyone can do it against an innocent person. As he said before, he has understood what he is for, but is a person who lives for others a real person? Time is slowly passing, and Aihua's mind is becoming more and more chaotic.

"Dead"?

In the dark, Aihua thought of a simple word, maybe it was just a dream, only death can be freed, Aihua put the bloody blade on his neck for a long time and couldn't start.

"Why, why?" Ai Hua sat down on the ground, why couldn't he get his hands down? "Who will talk to me?"

"Even if someone I've killed comes to ink me, why don't you ignore me?" He held the bloody blade and said word by word: "You know, it's really tiring to live, what should I do? What do you say I should do?" No one around him could respond to him. Only endless darkness accompanied him.

"Ahh

Aihua, who was completely mentally devastated, had a twisted face, and snot and tears slid down his face. The most terrible thing is not death, but you want to die but can't do it, you want to live but can't live.

And the white-haired man under the mountain is leading the four of them step by step towards this place that he loves and hates. "Fatty, don't you regret it"?