No one doubted that this kick had completely killed this child, who was only about ten years old and was injured.

So when the leader kicked this kick, the others began to scatter in search of valuable objects. The leader looked around, pointed to the two people casually, and said, "It is impossible for a child to live here, you two go to the perimeter and keep guard, and when someone comes, come back and inform me." ”

The two of them nodded in agreement, and without hesitation, they walked towards the place where they had just entered.

"My lord, there is a lot of dried meat and water here, and a lot of rare things. "Someone found in the shade under a raised rock the food stockpiled by children and the relatively well-preserved blade equipment that they had picked up over the years, but they were basically standard, too large and cumbersome for children, and it would be a pity to lose them, so they collected them.

When the leader heard the sound, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and pulled out a snake spear from the messy objects, which was rare and had no rust, and he was very satisfied with it when he saw it in his hand, and danced a few times, and waved it in gusts of wind, which was very handy. Seeing that the hunter was happy, the rest didn't look at it anymore, stroked the spear in his hand, and said, "Bring all the meat, fill the water bladder on your body, and divide the rest separately." ”

As soon as the words came out, the others were overjoyed, and without waiting for the leader to leave, they rushed over and snatched the remaining items.

While everyone was busy, the leader familiarized himself with the environment for a moment, so that when the owner of this place returned, he launched a surprise attack, and when he was watching, he felt a chill behind him, as if he was being stared at by a fierce beast.

When he came back to his senses, the leader looked in disbelief at the child who had obviously been kicked to death by himself, covered in blood, standing, staring at him with big eyes. The leader subconsciously took a few steps back, he was very familiar with his own strength, Mo said that such a child is an ordinary adult who kicks himself with all his strength, and it is difficult not to die.

There were faint beads of sweat on the top of the leader's head, the Adam's apple rolling, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist, and the child was a little weird.

"For... Why?" the child stood with a slight difficulty, looking at the leader with innocent eyes, tilting his head despite the cracked wound, and spitting out his chapped pale lips.

The leader stared at the child's lower abdomen, and the iron boots under his feet were even slightly twisted by this powerful kick. The child's delicate body suddenly splattered with blood, and flew out like a meteor in the night, slamming into the messy rocks, and then causing the already unstable rocks above to roll, burying the child tightly and shooting out the dust in the sky.

The leader shook the snake spear he had just gotten in his hand, and his heart throbbed rarely, and even gave birth to the illusion that the child would get up. Such movements and sounds attracted the attention of the others, who looked at the dust and smoke that were still permeating not far away and the rubble that fell from time to time, and leaned forward and asked, "What's the matter, my lord." ”

The leader hid the panic in his eyes and shook his head: "It's okay, clean up, let's leave here quickly." ”

It was a corner, and there stood a relatively square stone, which seemed out of place with the surrounding things. His instinct told him that there must be a different treasure buried in this place, so he decided to dig it up.

There was a sound of stones shaking, and a young but calloused hand stretched out from under the pile of stones. Everything has passed into the eyes of the leaders who are paying attention here. The corners of the leader's mouth twitched violently, his pupils shrank into pins, and he trembled slightly to himself,

"Yes, there is such a thing. ”

He didn't even feel like he was kicking the child, or maybe he was losing his strength. He couldn't believe that the child was still alive, and that he could crawl out of the rocks and get up.

This time, the child did not go to see the leader for the first time, but looked at a rogue, who was about to open the grave of a dead dog, this time the injury was more serious, the blood covered his face, and the corpse said numbly: "Give me... Stop it. ”

The children wondered why they would not spare the grave of a dead dog, and dug into the ground to find the good things that existed only in their own imagination.

The rogue who was digging heard this unfamiliar voice and subconsciously turned his head to glance at it, and when he saw the extremely terrifying-looking child, he shouted in horror, stopped what he was doing and sat on the ground.

This ghost-like expression attracted everyone again, and before they could laugh loudly, they all looked at the man's gaze in shock.

If it weren't for the twitching and stiff face of the leader, they would have thought that the leader had not made a move on the child. The strength of the leader, how could the people who follow him not know that such a little kid, he is afraid that he can kick dozens to death with one kick, as for mercy, it is a word that will not exist at all.

Ignoring the frightened eyes of the men, the child dragged his almost crippled body and staggered step by step in the direction of the dead dog. The whole venue was surprisingly quiet, except for the footsteps of children, step by step.

The digging rogue's legs kicked back desperately, trying to get away from this strange child, how embarrassed and embarrassed he looked. Suddenly it occurred to him that this child's adult could leave himself in this place with peace of mind!

The boy did not pay any attention to the wretched rogue, nor did he guess what he was thinking at the moment, but went to the pit that had just been dug, knelt down, and buried the earth with little by little effort with his hands, compacting it until it was restored to its original state.

"Snort. The child's body trembled when it was hit by a foreign object, and his eyes were blank, but when he looked down, he saw a very dazzling spear point, which penetrated from his back to his chest. The child coughed uncontrollably, coughed up a large pool of blood, stretched out his hand full of dirt and wiped it, but the more he wiped it, the more he wiped it.

Then, an indescribable pain swept through his body, causing the child's body to crumple into a ball, and he clung to the spear in Zari's own body.

Behind him, the scorching sun shone on the beads of sweat on the leader's forehead very dazzling, and the rest of the people looked at everything that happened in front of them as if they were distracted, their bodies were filled with lead, and they were very heavy and unable to move.

The leader himself didn't pay attention, his murderous hands were shaking incessantly, and his Adam's apple was rolling incessantly, he didn't know how this child could give him such a big shock, he only knew that he didn't want to see this inhuman child that he couldn't understand again.

At the first time, the leader couldn't even raise the spear in his hand, gritted his teeth and used all his strength to provoke the child, sprinkled a continuous rain of blood, and was steamed dry by the huge sun, and a lot of blood flowed down the spear shaft to the leader's hand, and climbed like a poisonous snake towards the leader's arm along the gap in the iron armor.

The leader bounced out like an electric shock, and the spear shook hard, throwing the child out, and the child's body fell and bounced on the ground continuously, and after rolling a few times, there was no movement.

Except for the beads of blood that were still dripping from the tip of the spear in the leader's hand, everyone was motionless like a sculpture, as if air and time stood still.

However, it could not be done.

Child, alive.

The leader was furious to the limit, and the more he feared, the more angry he became, and he struggled to throw away the spear he had just loved, grabbed the nearest person, lifted the man alive, and shouted: "He, why can he still move." You, you kill him for me, kill him for me!"

The arrested rogue, who was already frightened, was at a loss for what to do, and replied indiscriminately: "Big, my lord, I, I ......"

"Get out! I want you to kill him!" the leader flew into a rage and threw the man directly at the child. The man was thrown to the ground, and when he looked at the child who was still writhing, he collapsed, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

The leader sneered, not looking at the lost spear, grinding the blood stains on his hand so hard that he didn't know it, snatched the short knife in the other man's hand, and almost ran towards the child.

Looking at the leader who was rushing over, the rogue who was slumped on the ground couldn't care about the stench all over his body, and crawled backwards.

The beads of sweat fell, faster than the leader's falling short knife, which slashed at the child's weak neck, and could only be the tragic separation of the human head.

The scorching sun illuminated the beads of sweat into colorful colors, reflecting the leader's helpless pupils, flashing with bursts of scattered strange light, and the rest of the people almost suffocated, as if someone had choked their throats fiercely, and they couldn't breathe.

The leader roared, he had to give himself courage, he had to make himself so quick to strike, he had to keep himself out of sight of this incredible freak as soon as possible.

Beads of sweat hit the ground, splattering into countless smaller spots, mixed with dry dust, and made up tiny mud stains. The speed at which the knife was swung down seemed extremely long in the eyes of the leader, and it made him suddenly old for many, many years.

Finally, when he arrived, when the sharp blade was about to cut the back of the child's neck and cut off the child's head, he was relieved, and his whole body was lightened, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The face that has just curled up, and the smile is permanently frozen. The last picture the leader saw was a white light from the sky, and he smelled the cold, which was the smell of the long sword.

Actually, it was a three-foot long sword.

"Plop!" The leader's huge body fell backwards and slammed next to the child, and the moment he fell to the ground, the leader's still smiling head gurgled and rolled out a long distance, hitting the feet of those behind him, and after a long time, blood gushed out from the broken mouth like a spring, splashing on the dull faces of the others, and obscuring the dry eyes of the audience.

There was a deathly silence, only the cacophony of blood fountains.

A three-foot sword, obliquely inserted into the ground at the severed neck of the leader's gradually stiffened corpse, swayed the white sword body slightly, as if announcing his arrival.