The last half of the twilight was still trying its best to stain the sky red, and the fiery sunset still made the child's body tremble and chill.

The beast in front of him was furious, and at any moment it could shoot itself into a puddle of mud or chew it into a mouthful of meat sauce.

However, the skill of raising your hand is to be obtained, but it is your own life.

The beast stared at the child, lifted the forefoot of its left foot, and stretched out its barb-like tongue, slowly licking the blood that was still gushing out. After only a few licks, the blood had just coagulated, and it seemed that he had been injured by a small human cub, and he had lost the majesty of a hegemon, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and his heavy snort could extinguish the blazing brazier, and the wound that had just solidified began to surge.

Another wolf howl, startled the wild dogs and vultures in the distance, and the sturdy rocks rolled down the rocks in a messy manner, and the giant wolf rushed towards the thin boy who seemed to be defenseless, ignoring the injured paws.

In the eyes of children, it was a very fast wind, it was a surging wave, if it hit him, he was afraid that there was no other possibility than to break his bones.

can't hide, but he doesn't want to die.

The wolf rooted in its claws was swayed by the wind that it had brought up, and at the moment of falling, a small hand grabbed the handful, and the child's body was like a flag, swinging fragilely.

Years of killing life, so that the child has the strength not to lose to the adult, but also has the agility that this age should have, he climbed on the palm of the giant wolf stretched out in an instant, the short knife was bitten in the mouth, the other arm because of the large movement came from the heart-rending pain, the pain made the child sweat cold, but he did not give up, clear eyes, full of desire for life.

He wants to live, he wants to live.

The giant beast was annoyed by the little cub that was dying and struggling for a while, and roared, frantically shaking the soles of its feet, and it wanted to throw the child to the side of the gravel, so that the gravel pierced the child's tender skin, and let the powerful impact smash the child to pieces.

The dagger was thrown into the air by the child, and then his body suddenly stood up, like a young swallow that had just learned to spread its wings, and ran along the forelimbs of the giant wolf to the giant wolf's head.

The giant wolf's forelimbs volleyed into the air, and then let out a roar that penetrated the ground, and the child couldn't help but be so close that the blood gushed out. However, it can't stop the children.

Finally, the child arrived, his feet suddenly stepped down, a young but majestic heart-rending high, bathed in the sunset and mad, the giant wolf stared at the not dazzling sunset, looked at the child who had entered the air, it was the young eagle flapping its wings, that was the young kun into the sea.

The wolf was so mad that he couldn't roll on the spot, and the child was struck by it, and he fell to the ground, or killed him, or broke countless bones, and never got up again. But the moment it waved, it slowed down. With his only movable hand, the child took the dagger that was stuck in mid-air and plunged it into his right eye. His heavy eyelids couldn't stop it for even a moment, and he watched the flickering blade stab, and the terrifying sound of the blade entering the flesh filled the ears of the giant wolf, and the blood was dripping, and the handle of the knife was also gone, splattering a large amount of juice and plasma.

With the only eye it had, it scanned its surroundings in a panic, and the unbearable pain and the sudden loss of half of its vision frightened it, and it saw the one who had lost an eye that might have been lifeless.

Anger, fear, insecurity.

The hairs on the body burst out, and there was sticky saliva flowing out of the mouth, and it couldn't stop, and the blood gushing out of the right eye socket continued to smear the face of the giant wolf, blurring the vision of the other eye, and finally let out a scream like a dog running away in the night, it couldn't believe that such a little cub could cause so much damage to itself, so it was afraid, it was afraid of being in a place that it was unfamiliar with at night, it was afraid that it would lose its other eye, it was afraid that this seemingly vulnerable cub would really kill itself, it was the overlord and it was afraid of losing everything it had now。

So, it fled, no longer looking at the cub's life or death, no longer dwelling on whether the cub tasted delicious, and fled without looking back, it wanted to leave this terrible place.

Dragging the unbearable and broken body, carrying the unbearable pain, with the short knife that has not caught the eyeballs, leave here.

When the child landed, the dust flew and smashed into a large pit, and he passed out when he landed, and it was difficult to know whether he would live or die.

I dreamed of being drunk and golden, dreaming of strange lights, and I don't know how long it took, the child was awakened by bursts of severe pain, and woke up in a hazy way. It's hard to imagine that he can stubbornly pull through.

Unable to breathe, unable to move, as if the whole body was broken, opened his shriveled and cracked lips, stretched out his tongue and slowly moistened it, and the rare scorching sun was sprinkled on his body by the warm light, which slightly reduced the pain.

Fighting the pain of his whole body, the child opened his mouth and gasped for a breath of soft air, which filled the child's brain, poured into his limbs and six intestines, and teased his relaxed and powerful heart.

Finally, survived.

If anyone sees him, they will be shocked. Covered in blood, scabs, and skinny like a skeleton, no amount of dirt could cover his pale face, and his bulging eyes were bloodshot, but they were frighteningly bright.

Instead of rushing to find food and water, the child first immobilized his severed arm and bandaged several of the more serious wounds. The power of the giant wolf's last palm was really terrifying, hitting himself, coupled with the impact of the ground, but fortunately it did not hit the gravel, which slowed down the injury to a certain extent.

It's just a pity that the short knife with an incomparably sharp hand was taken away by the giant wolf. After the rest was confirmed, the child dragged himself to the place where the food was stored, found a spring of clear water, poked his head down and drank it in a big gulp, and then took out the wild dog meat that he had hunted not long ago, and swallowed it without chewing a few times, and was very satisfied.

In this mass grave littered with corpses, there are many people who are dying on carrion. And there is a type of people who make a fortune by turning over the dead bodies, dozens of people and more than a dozen people get together in a group, fighting the number of people to sell their strength, but they can also fight against those beasts to survive, naturally, casualties are inevitable. This kind of people, like hyenas devouring carrion, are called rogues. It may be desperate, or it may be forced by life, but they can no longer be regarded as human beings, like walking corpses, indifferent and numb, only knowing the interests in their eyes, and it is difficult to see the feelings of the world.

The iron clothes on his body were rusty, and there were rustling sounds from time to time when he walked, and the blades that were seriously deformed by blood alkali were grabbed in his hands, about 20 people, and their scalps were numb without saying a word while walking.

Obviously, this is not a simple team of rogues, how can they have such equipment and quality?

At the end of the line, two people dragged a huge dead wolf forward, the dead wolf opened its mouth wide, its tongue stretched far and dragged to the ground, saliva mixed with blood slowly overflowing, the hard wolf had no life at all, lying on the skin softly, one of the eyeballs was like a punctured ball, shriveled and wrinkled, the blood in the head came from here, and if you looked closely, you could vaguely see a short knife that was almost invisible in the eyeballs flickering coldly.

It seemed that after a long journey, the leader looked around looking for a place to rest, and finally, the troubled times not far ahead came into the leader's eyes.

After climbing a few steps of winding rocks, it seemed that someone couldn't bear it, and was inexplicably irritable, and kicked away a stone, causing one after another stones to shake off. The leader was angry, so frightened that the man just now retreated, his body was slightly cold, and he didn't dare to move again. At this point, the leader snorted coldly and continued to climb.

But this time, it also woke up the children who were resting after eating and drinking. Before the children could drag their wounded bodies to hide, the group had already broken through the rocks.

"It's also a safe and secluded place. As the words fell, the children saw the group of killers, and the group saw the children who were still injured.

Children may not have seen their own kind for a long time, and inexplicably have a sense of intimacy, and they can't wait to take out the food reserves to share, and use common words, no longer as prey and predator, to chat happily.

Thinking of this, the child was so excited that his body trembled, and his lips opened and closed several times, and he could not speak.

The leader walked slowly, leaning over to look at the child who was sitting cross-legged on the ground trembling slightly and looking up at him, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth drew a curvature. The smile is the same, but the feeling it brings to the child is so uncomfortable.

Looking at the child's clear and slightly dark eyes, he read the look of expectation in the child's heart, and said, "Where are your adults?"

The child was stunned, and was about to speak, when the iron boot was thrown up from the leader's lap, and with a strong wind, he was kicked out by the deadly foot.

Blood gushed out of the child's mouth, drawing a mottled arc in the air, and the body fell to the ground, and the hot blood droplets dripped down, burrowing into the flesh, so hot that it hurt, and the already serious injury deepened again, almost killing him.

The child was dead, his eyes were looking at the sky, and he didn't know that the tears of the dazzling sun were flowing down, and he couldn't understand why, his own kind also killed each other, and he obviously wanted to bring out food that he was reluctant to eat to entertain them.

In confusion, I heard the leader's indifferent and slightly mocking voice,

"Here, it's still a cub. ”