Yehen lowered his head and looked at Mingyue's simple and peaceful little face, which glowed beautifully under the moonlight, making him have the urge to reach out and touch it.
Those blinking eyes seem to be able to speak
"Okay, let me tell you a story."
The vast and boundless sea is undulating with waves in the dark night. The seabirds that flew during the day have returned to their nests. The roaring sea breeze brings the waves to the shore. Everyone else fell into silence.
Mingyue watched the firelight getting smaller and smaller, listened to the low magnetic voice narrating, and was shocked by the shocking and extraordinary picture that emerged.
She seemed to see a teenage child who was seriously injured and fell in the snow. The blood on his body formed a sharp contrast with the whiteness around him.
The little boy in the story seemed to jump out of the story and touched her frozen heart.
"Where are the people who are after the little boy?"
Unable to hold back her curiosity, Ming Yue interrupted Ye Hen and asked, but she immediately realized that her question was stupid.
The people in the story are all illusory. Even if they suddenly disappear, there is no logical explanation.
"Someone showed up and saved the little boy."
A voice without any emotion replied.
"Then what happened next? Where did the little boy go?"
"The story is over"
From Yehen's narration, Mingyue gradually heard some strange feelings. The little boy's expression seemed to appear in her mind.
Because they were murdered by unknown people, their parents, who were the owners of an internationally renowned consortium, were killed by killers sent by the other party.
Only he escaped under the protection of his sincere bodyguards, but he was still intercepted and killed by those people on the way.
The bodyguard was shot to death trying to protect him. He was also injured and fell in the snow. Fortunately, someone rescued him in time.
After that, he was sent abroad to receive special training
Mingyue seemed to see a dozen children the same size as him, and behind him stood a tall and powerful coach with a serious face.
A dozen children stood in the sea, letting the waves keep lapping their childish cheeks.
But you can't retreat, you can't fall
Once someone falls down, the coach behind him will hit them with the whip in his hand.
Almost everyone has several shocking whip marks on their backs
In the desolate and inhabited desert, staring at the sun that seems to be scorching people, walking hard in the desert, walking towards the endless sand sea
A helicopter above the desert was monitoring the actions of the people below. A stern and cruel coach was holding a microphone and constantly urging the people below to move forward, and from time to time he loudly cursed those who fell behind.
Finally, a child who was exhausted fell down, followed closely by another
In the end, only one person didn't fall down. His handsome little face was sore from the sun in time. He felt that his body's strength was drying up because he hadn't drank water for a long time, but he still refused to fall down.
That tenacity made the coach's eyes widen with shock.
This kind of training mode across the desert, no one of the children sent here can complete it.
They can only drink water when they reach the designated place, and there is not a drop of water to drink along the way.
Looking at the figure who was struggling to move forward with strong movements, the coach lowered the helicopter and walked behind him. He saw that on that handsome face, there was a pair of eyes that looked cold and even made people feel scared.