"That kid will definitely pass by here." Grid Eagle climbed on the tangled kudzu vines, pulled the vines to the ground, twisted them into loops, and covered them with fern leaves.
The other two teenagers were lying on the ground, digging into the pit. One of them raised his head, with a fierce look on his face, and gritted his teeth: "I will pay back a hundred times the humiliation inflicted on me on the 13th!" Whenever he thought of that scene in the morgue.
One night, the whole mouth was stuffed with rotten liver, and I couldn't help but feel the nauseating stomach acid and even more disgusting shame.
"I just want to have a good fight with that ghoul to see who is stronger, or my needle rain source is stronger." Another young man sneered, holding on to his dagger with a sneer, and stabbed it into the gravel.
, hundreds of fine holes pierced the pit at the same time. Under the Demonic Life Tree in his heart, the source of power also condensed into earth, and an ice hedgehog loomed, with sharp spikes on its back as cold as ice needles.
Ge Ying looked at the two teenagers and found that it was not difficult to find them to reach a cooperation agreement. Since he suffered a big loss at the hands of Gordon, he began to plan revenge and pay attention to those teenagers who were also hostile to No. 13. No. 13
I thought I was promoted to assistant teacher and hugged the thick legs of the blood prison instructor, but I didn't know how much people would hate me for this.
"No. 9, don't forget that we are assassins. The only criterion for distinguishing the strong from the weak is who can survive." Ge Ying said solemnly, "Although you have entered the black lead level, No. 13 is ahead of you.
I have fought against No. 13 twice. He has a cunning mind, quick reactions, and obvious advantages in close combat..."
The unruly young man interrupted Ge Ying impatiently: "No. 1, you won't be frightened by the ghoul, right?"
"I just don't want to make a second mistake." Ge Ying glanced at the unruly boy coldly. In the past six months, he had restrained his sharpness and shrunk his claws, but he was actually treated as a wimp by some idiots. Walking to the other side of the pit, Ge Ying
The eagle pulled up the vines, stretched them as straight as a string, tied the ends with sharp gravel, and arranged them into a simple mechanism.
"There is an old saying in the country of Porcelain in the Libra Region, 'A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength.' Besides, No. 13 is not a weak rabbit." Ge Ying retreated to a distance, watched the traps and traps set, and held up a
He piled up dead vines and began to cover up the traces. "No. 13 taught me an unforgettable lesson: If you despise others, you will die!"
His eyes shone fiercely, revealing his long-hidden minions: "No. 6, No. 9, if we make a mistake this time, we will never have the chance to make a mistake again!"
"We listen to you!" the tough young man said viciously, "just use the Iron Triangle Assassin Killing Formation to kill him!"
Ge Ying turned to look at No. 9. The unruly boy hesitated and shrugged: "Okay, Iron Triangle Assassin Killing Formation. But as agreed in advance, the weapons and equipment after No. 13's death will belong to me, including the bloody cards and other
The harvest goes to No. 6."
"I keep my word, I don't want any of it." Ge Ying smiled coldly and looked at the dappled vegetation in front of him. The sand dunes stretched under his feet, forming a low slope, and further down was a flat tundra, with green moss like a carpet and a gurgling river.
It flows and everything is in sight. On both sides are towering and continuous conglomerate peaks, which are rugged and steep, making it difficult for monkeys to cross. If No. 13 wants to continue deep into the totem jungle, this place must be passed.
"Shake--shake--shake!" Cicada stretched out her arms, grabbed a lock of hair in front of Gordon's forehead, and swung it back and forth like a swing, while her two thick noses also swayed.
Gordon raised his middle finger and put it on his lips. Cicada nodded seriously, also put his middle finger on his lips, and then put another middle finger on his lips. Then his hands fell into the air and fell straight down, passing through the layers.
The branches and vines fell onto the pile of dry fallen leaves.
Gordon shook his head, pushed aside the vine leaves, and looked down at a long stream thirty meters away. The stream meandered toward dense vegetation, and the banks of the stream were covered with waist-high lantern grass. The most dangerous area was near the water source, where ferocious beasts often came to drink.
Deng always has to observe for a while before he gets close.
Cicada blinked in confusion, grabbed a hanging vine, and climbed up to Gaodeng. Her movements were still clumsy, but her hands and feet were strong. After a week of nourishment from the Devil's Life Tree, the little goblin seemed much more energetic.
The bare scalp also had tiny hairs sprouting from it.
Gordon jumped off the vines and walked towards the stream. Cicada let go of her hand and landed just on top of Gordon's head. She swayed wildly and let out a silly smile of "Heh-heh-heh".
Gordon looked at the beast dung left nearby, squatted down, held the dagger in his left hand, and scooped up the stream water with his right palm. He drank it quickly while paying attention to his surroundings. "Candan, it's time for you to take a bath again." Gordon deliberately spoke slowly.
Quickly, word by word, I hope the little goblins can gradually become familiar with human language. In fact, little goblins are born to understand these, and there is no need to learn. They are proficient in hundreds of living creatures' languages as soon as they are born.
But the brainless goblin is a different matter.
As soon as Cicada heard that she was taking a bath, her little pointed ears trembled, and she jumped up with unprecedented agility and fled towards Gordon's heart. But Gordon clamped it lightly with two fingers, making Cicada twist her waist and hips and shake her head in haste.
It has to be like a rattle.
"You're too dirty." Gordon held up a palmful of water, keeping the dagger between his fingers to prevent accidents.
"No - no - no!" Cicada sniffed hard, and two pieces of mucus squirted into its nostrils and disappeared. "No - no - no!" It cheerfully raised its little head towards Gordon.
Face.
Gordon turned a blind eye, and the cool stream water poured directly onto Cicada's head, immediately turning into gray-black sewage. "No-no-no!" Cicada squeezed left and right, her eyes rolled up, and she had two big noses.
The bubbles blew out of the nostrils. It was still young and had no gender. The little goblin would only give birth to its own gender if it fell in love with the same kind.
Gordon dipped his fingertips in water and gently rubbed the cicada, and layers of dirt fell off. The little elf laughed with a tickle. The laughter brought the young man back to the past, recalling his father's warm and soft touch.
big hand.
Every winter night, Gauss personally heated the fireplace, carefully picked him up, put him into a bathtub with a suitable water temperature, gently rubbed his back with his fingertips, and deliberately scratched his armpits, causing a smile to finally appear on his gloomy and silent face.
Sometimes, Gauss walked into the room with murderous intent and blood that had not dissipated, but when he saw him, his eyes were full of love and his steps were gentle. He was not at all like Tang, who squatted by the fire and talked about little goblins.
The story is told in a gentle tone and makes funny faces.
Then the night is no longer long.
"Even if the whole world abandons you, there is always one person who will not do this." Gordon gently scratched the little goblin.
Cicada nodded solemnly, then giggled non-stop. Gordon let go of it and said with a clear mouth: "Itchy-itchy-itchy."
"Salt - salt - salt." Cicada muttered vaguely.
"No, it's - itchy."
"Salt—salt—salt." The cicada shook off the water drops on its body and crawled back into Gordon's heart. No matter how many times it was washed, the little goblin would always be black and covered with layers of dirt.
Gordon stood up and began to search for traces of the ferocious beast and other teenagers. He pulled up a clump of lantern grass. The stems showed creases and were a little slimy to the touch. Following the marks of the crushed grass, Gordon
Going all the way deep into the vines, imagine the giant thing sliding through the clumps of glowing grass, entangling the tangled aerial roots of the pothos, and climbing up to the height of the vines.
He suddenly raised his head, shook out the spinning star darts with both hands, and jumped back like a projectile.
"Boom!" A colorful giant sand boa stirred up a violent wind, broke through the splashing leaves, and flew down in the air.
"Swish, swish, swish!" The hidden weapons were as dense as a torrential rain, and they embedded themselves in the body of the sand boa, which was as thick as a bucket. The pain caused its giant tail to sweep wildly, kicking up large amounts of sand and dust.
Gordon moved around, dodging the boa's attacks again and again, not giving the opponent a chance to entangle him. The boa's thick and long body couldn't help twisting, forming swimming circles, high and low, all in a circle.
, trying to entangle prey into a circle.
Rat drill! Gordon's back arched, and he jumped out from the gap in the anaconda circle. He slashed his dagger backhand, splashing blood. The sand anaconda's bulging head quickly pounced down, and Gordon did a fish flip and leaped past.
, the sand anaconda's tail swept from the front again, forcing Gordon to immediately fall to the ground, and the circle of swimming anacondas surrounded him again.
Gordon's eyes flashed, he jumped up and down, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. Snakes are indeed natural killers in nature, and they know the way of assassination: the coiled body is a siege, the flapping head is an attack, and the swiping tail is a follow-up move.
Fortunately, the sand anaconda is only a ferocious beast at the peak of the black lead level. Even if it encounters it head-on, Gordon is sure to kill it.
"Bang!" The boa's head flew into the air again. Gordon suddenly sprinted, thrust out the dagger with lightning speed, and stabbed seven inches into the boa's neck. With a "squeak" sound, the dagger opened the slimy skin.
, pull straight down, all the way to the bloated abdomen, revealing more than ten round boas eggs in the cavity.
Gordon's heart trembled, and he jumped forward without thinking. "Boom!" A huge force came from behind and hit Gordon's right shoulder, knocking him away.
Gordon's vision went black and his shoulder blades were in pain, but he still didn't stop moving. He was in mid-air, grabbed a vine with his arm, jumped out, grabbed another vine, and jumped in another direction. In just a few seconds,
Gordon moved left and right, up and down, all relying on his senses to escape. He only heard the "crackling" sound of snapping vines coming from behind.
A few seconds later, Gordon's vision recovered and he saw clearly another sand boa that was frantically chasing him. It had a towering green crown on its raised forehead, which was so green that it was the partner of the pregnant sand boa. This male sand boa
It is slightly smaller and more cunning. It has been hiding among the lush branches and vines, holding back and preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Gordon.
The scent of the male sand boa was masked by his mate, and Gordon was not aware of it. Fortunately, the eggs were alert, and he realized that there must be a male sand boa nearby.
After regaining his breath, Gordon immediately pulled out the three-edged thorn and began to fight with the male sand boa. For a moment, the shadow of the anaconda danced, and the figure jumped, flying around the vines. After a few minutes, Gordon feinted and lured
The male sand boa attacked, and immediately got close to the boa's neck and stabbed him to death.
Gordon took a breath, took out the medicine, applied it on the swollen shoulder, and then got into the belly of the female anaconda to absorb the blood. After a while, the cicada came out of the chest, looked around blankly, and crawled
He reached Gordon's bare armpit and stretched out his fingers to scratch it.
"Itchy - itchy - itchy." It sniffed, puffed up its chest proudly, and kept repeating in a fluctuating tone, "Itchy - itchy - itchy."
"Itchy - itchy - itchy." The delicate voice echoed over and over again.