The bones are clear, white and slender. The veins are hidden in the skin and flesh and are not prominent. Even every texture on the surface is well-proportioned, as if it had been carefully carved by the Creator.
The dog-leg knife made of polished iron sheets moves left and right between the fingers, spinning rapidly, with a pleasing beauty and a rhythm that is easy to indulge in.
The handle of the dog-leg knife is extremely rough, and there are even spots of rust that cannot be polished off. But the tip of the knife is shining with silver light, cutting iron like mud, and every cut is just right, and it can cut off an arm or scratch neatly.
Open someone's throat.
Every knife is bloody!
The knife is not stained with blood!
The blade is still crystal white, without a trace of red.
Because its speed was so fast that when it cut through the skin and cut off its limbs, the blood didn't even have time to spurt out and spread to its body.
The person holding the knife was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. His hair was a bit long and it looked like it hadn't been trimmed for a long time. Under the cover of the messy hair, only half of his pretty profile could be seen.
The most memorable thing is those eyes, which are a pair of clear and bright eyes. It is hard to imagine how such eyes can exist in this sinful world where everyone is so intrigued and deceitful.
From the first moment he saw the boy, he started to smile at them, his smile was sincere and even had an irresistible enthusiasm.
Until he suddenly took action and slit the throat of the bald man who wanted to take away the prey on his back...
At that time, the smile on his face still did not disappear.
He even smiled brighter than before.
"Do you want more?" Tang Bandit asked aloud with a gentle smile and a knife in one hand and a sheep in the other.
It was an injustice to say the least. He was carrying the fruits of today's labor and was walking home without provoking anyone. As a result, he was made dumplings by a group of predators.
The so-called predators are a bandit organization composed of a group of ruthless and physically strong refugees.
When you fight the ferocious beasts until you are exhausted and scarred, they will appear in time...
They do not hunt, they are just transporters of prey.
Move it from someone else's hand to your own, or move it from someone else's home back to your own home.
Burn, kill, rob, plunder, and do all kinds of evil.
They asked Tang Bandit to hand over the prey in his hands. How could Tang Bandit agree?
Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer edible prey around human gathering areas, and he does not dare to go far away from human distance zones.
If you give them this red-horned two-headed sheep, your whole family will continue to drink Laolu soup.
The old bird had been boiling in the pot for three days. The soup tasted bland and tasteless, and the bones would have melted if it hadn't been picked up in time.
Therefore, he made his choice without any hesitation.
The scar-faced man in the lead looked at the red-horned two-headed sheep with a look of fear in his eyes.
He knew that he had made a fatal mistake. How could a guy who could break into the Mountain of Hatred single-handedly and kill a red-horned two-headed sheep without any damage be unharmed? How could they covet him?
He thought at that time that he had a large number of people here, so the brothers would work together to kill the people, and snatch the two-headed sheep, which would be enough for the brothers to have a full meal, and maybe they could also find some other treasures from his body.
I have been hunting eagles all day long, but my eyes were pecked out by this little eagle...
"You killed three of our brothers and you just want to let it go?" the scar-faced man said harshly.
To be honest, he was also very embarrassed.
They wanted to kill people and get goods first, but facing this guy who killed three of their companions in a flash of lightning, he really didn't have much confidence in his heart.
He didn't say anything, didn't do anything, and just let the young man walk away carelessly. His position as leader was not guaranteed, and he would not be able to convince the public in the future.
Someone more powerful will step forward to challenge his authority.
The Predator team is extremely cruel, and the emphasis is on the law of the jungle and strength.
No successor can rest assured that the previous leader will still remain in the team, so there is only a dead end waiting for him.
This is what he's done before!
However, I don't know why, but the viciousness I deliberately displayed was instantly dissolved when faced with this young man's smiling face.
You were saying threats so seriously, but people kept looking at you and laughing...
Does this mean he doesn't care about your words or does he show disdain for you as a person?
He had a very powerless but extremely humiliating feeling.
"How do you want to solve it?" Tang Bandit asked.
"Keep that sheep, you can go." The scar-faced man gritted his teeth and said loudly, looking very dissatisfied with the deal, but helpless.
"Sure?"
"I swear on my life and property."
"Deal." Tang Bandit nodded and said, "One sheep is worth three lives, no loss at all."
He threw the two-headed sheep forward, signaling that the prey belonged to you, then turned and walked towards the edge of the dense forest.
The scar-faced man looked at the young man's thin back and took out a dark pistol from his arms.
This is a rare thing, something from before the Catastrophe. At that time, guns were common in many countries, and buying a gun was as easy as buying cabbage.
Of course, it’s hard to buy Chinese cabbage now...
After the Cataclysm, the elite humans migrated to the new star, and the Blue Star was in ruins. It was extremely difficult to produce guns again. Even if there were some left over from before, after hundreds of years of consumption, very few of them could survive.
But I didn't expect that the leader of this group of predators had one hidden in his hand. It seems that banditry is indeed a promising career in troubled times.
Scarface aimed the gun at Tang Bandit's back, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
How could you let him go?
All that was done just now was to paralyze his nerves, make him think that he was out of trouble and relax, and then give him a fatal blow at the critical moment.
Predators never leave anything alive...
As if sensing something, Tang Bandit suddenly stopped and turned around to look in their direction.
He saw Scarface and the gun in Scarface's hand.
He's still laughing!
"Go to hell!" Scarface roared.
He hated Tang Bandit's smiling face, and he swore that when his body turned into a corpse, he would cut off his face with a knife.
Then hang it on a forest branch to feed human ants...
boom!
The bullet comes out of the chamber.
Flying towards Tang Ye's head at an incredible speed.
Tang Ye just tilted his head. Yes, it looked like he inadvertently shook his sticky long hair.
Not shaking!
Then the bullet grazed his cheek and flew past.
One hit missed!
Just when Scarface was about to pull the trigger again and fire the second bullet, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.
He was a little confused, so he reached out and touched it.
Hands full of blood!
His pupils were dilated, and he didn't feel pain until this moment.
A thin red line first appeared there, and then the red line became thicker and larger, and soon it formed a spraying trend.
Behind him, a dog-legged knife was suspended in the air, which was the culprit who cut the back of his neck.
It's silent, but it gives people a chilling feeling of oppression down their spine.
"Airbending..." Scarface exclaimed.
He didn't expect that he would provoke a practitioner, and he was a master of air control.
He is so young, how can he be so...confident?
"Isn't it surprising?" Tang Bandit said with a smile. "The old man said, don't believe in human nature, because that thing doesn't exist at all."
"How can I believe in the promises of a group of predators when they have no survivors? How can I believe that you will really let me go?"
"If I'm to blame, it's because you have such a bad reputation and like to kill everyone..."
Scarface felt his strength draining away rapidly, and even simply standing up was a very difficult task.
"So tired!" he muttered to himself.
I don't know whether he is sighing at this moment or his ups and downs in his life.
Then, his eyes widened and he fell to the ground with a plop.
"Brother Tiger..."
"Touchou..."
"Let's all come together and kill this kid..."
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The remaining seven predators had blood-red eyes and rushed towards the Tang bandits with the weapons in their hands.
Tang Bandit raised his right hand and casually drew a few lines in the air. The dog-legged knife sank into the crowd under the control of his Qi machine.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The forward body stagnated in strange postures one after another, and then there was the sound of objects falling one after another.
Cutting people is like cutting vegetables!
It is impossible for these bandits with only brute strength to compete with the practitioners. They live in two worlds.
Tang Bandit recalled the dog-leg knife, groped around on the bodies of these predators, and put all the useful supplies into his pockets. He was especially jealous of the pistol in Scarface's hand.
Unfortunately, there are only three bullets in the magazine, which is too few and not enough.
Thinking of this, he glared at Scarface with resentment. Why waste such precious things on people like him?
After finishing this trivial task, he picked up the wild sheep on the ground and walked towards home.
In the apocalypse, who is the hunter and who is the prey can only be seen the moment you close your eyes.
At this moment, a silver point of light suddenly appeared in the dark sky like diluted ink. The point of light became larger and larger, drawing a bright arc on the huge sky, and falling towards the ground like a meteor.
Come down, and then hit it into the soil with a clang.
The Tang bandit scurried like a rabbit behind the boulder nearby to hide himself. He was unwilling to go far and hid there to check carefully...
We just killed a few predators, so we wouldn't want to engage in such a big battle, right?
Bang!
The silver wing door was pushed open forcefully, and a 'person' wearing a black tight-fitting uniform and a smart helmet of the same color arched out of the cabin.
Why is it called an arch?
Because the steel shell was upside down when it fell, she came out with her face facing up and her back facing down, and she squirmed forward a little...
Why her?
Because when she was hoeing the ground with her body, the smart helmet had turned on the facial protection device, revealing a dazzlingly pretty face.
hiss.......
Tang Bandit was amazed!
"Her face is so white!"
"There must be no shortage of water in their home!"
"Wash your face at least three times a week..."
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After Tang Bandit was very envious of other people's rich resources for a while, a new problem arose:
