Wen Miao, who was as skinny as a material, saw those domineering children, his eyes showed a timidity, his thin body staggered to the corner of the wall, squatted down, and his dry arms were wrapped around his knees, hugged tightly, and buried his dirty face deep between his legs.

"Hehe, you see, the dead mouse is afraid of us!" said the eldest child at the head, crossing his waist, proudly.

"The boss is the best!" the children next to him, who were stronger than Wen Miao, patted their asses.

"Hey, get your rat face up and show me!"

"Hurry up, Boss, don't you hear me," a child said as he rushed forward and kicked Wen Miao in the undefended flank.

"Uh... Wen Miao buried his head tightly between his legs and let out a muffled snort, but he still didn't raise his head.

"Bad seed, dare to disobey my orders, give it to me! Beat him!" The child king who was the leader, under an order, all the children around him pounced, punching and kicking, and the fists and feet full of power and flesh were all smashed on Wen Miao's fleshy body, "Knock knock, bang" The sound of fists and feet hitting the flesh sounded for a long time, and finally stopped.

"Huhu" The children around Wen Miao were all panting and standing, and Wen Miao, under the clothes that were so worn that they couldn't hide their skin, were covered with bruises. It's heartwarming.

"Come on, come on, give this filthy thing, take a bath!hahaha!" The tallest child Wang pushed away the children who were panting around Wen Miao, walked straight in front of Wen Miao, and unbuckled his trouser belt.

The excreted liquid was poured on Wen Miu's trembling body, and the other children, seeing their eldest doing this, gathered around and followed suit.

Wen Miao, whose head was still buried between his legs, finally couldn't help it, this shame that was more unbearable than physical pain made him cry.

"Hey, hey, white!!" a group of bad-quality children all mocked Wen Miao, who was aiming at his lower body.

At this moment, a childish voice came from the temple gate, and the sunset said that the figures of the two people were stretched long in the temple, and the black shadow passed through the gap between the children, covering Wen Miao's body, as if hugging him and preventing others from hurting him.

"Huh?" When the children heard the shouting, they all turned their heads violently, and what they saw was that the two children were both childish, but somehow they revealed fierceness and coldness. These two people are the wilderness. And ghosts see sorrow.

Although the two of them were very young at this time, their strength should not be underestimated, and at this age, they were sent out by the Death Sect to carry out a mission.

The ghost did not make those children afraid, his small body was wearing the familiar purple robe, his face was as beautiful as a girl, and he carried a thin sword at his waist, but the desolation next to him was different, although he was young, but his height and weight did not know how much stronger than the average adult. At this time, although he didn't have that terrifying giant blade, the giant sword behind him was also a symbol of his strength.

"You... What are you going to do!" the boy king was still stubborn.

"What are you bullying him for!!" The ghost of his childhood did not have the enchanting of his old age, and at this time he was like a man, arguing with the child who was a head taller than him opposite.

"I'd love to, you. . . You can control it, you. The kid glanced at the desolation with fear, and then at the little brothers beside him, and immediately straightened up, and shouted at the angry ghost.

"Apologize!!" said Onimi angrily.

"No, he's just a bastard, why should I apologize, why is he!" said the child, tilting his head. And the children beside him, looking at their boss with admiration, were also arguing with ghosts without fear.

The ghost was worried about how a person could shout over so many people on the other side, his little face was flushed, "Wow", the little white hand, pulled out the thin sword at his waist, his eyes became cold, not as childish as before, and said coldly, "I'm going to kill you!!"

Just as he was about to rush forward with a small step, a large hand grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. It turned out to be the chaos behind him, and he said in a deep voice, "Godfather won't let him come out to make trouble, you be good"

The group of children on the opposite side who were startled by the ghost saw the sorrow, and when they saw the ghost sorrow, they were instantly subdued by the wilderness, and they were instantly relieved, and said, "Hehe, you just blow it!"

"Brother Ayan, I'm going to help him!" the ghost said aggrievedly while struggling with his small body in the air.

"There's Brother here, Brother will help you kill them, you stand here obediently, let's take him home, okay?"

"Really?" "Really?" Ghost Sorrow's clear eyes were as dazzling as stars, and he looked at the Chaos happily, and said, "I knew that in this world, Brother Ah Zhuan, you are the best for me!"

Hearing the ghostly compliment, the desolate face bloomed like a flower, and touched his head, but the next moment, that is, the moment he turned around, the murderous aura that did not belong to his age poured out.

When the group of children on the other side saw this, they were so frightened that they burst into tears, and the liquid they had just sprinkled poured out again, soaking their crotch. They wanted to run, but their legs didn't stop.

"Huh" The desolate body rushed forward, the huge sword was swung high, and as soon as the children approached, the big sword slid sideways, and the red blood splashed in an instant, and those few young lives were gone.

But the two children didn't seem to have any discomfort, and just ran to the corner where Wen Miao was squatting.

"You... Don't hit me. Don't fight. It hurts" Wen Miao squatted in the corner, feeling the powerful breath, and the heavy sound of stepping on the ground, his body trembled, and said weakly.

However, while he was begging for mercy, he felt his body light, his body stained with undried filthy liquid... I was picked up.

"Huh?" Wen Miao raised his head blankly, seeing the desolation in front of him that had been dark since he was a child, and then looked around his body that was picked up, the young body that was split in half from his waist was taken into his eyes, and his stunned expression suddenly became panicked, and he kept his head and said, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Chaos looked at Wen Miao who begged for mercy expressionlessly, and the moment he hugged his head with his arms, Chaos felt a sudden softness in his heart, because, what he saw was a rugged skinny body, as well as the terrifying bruises and wounds...