There are almost all black and shiny guys around. The skin of the boy in the coffin is definitely not white, but it is only close to the level of bronze brown and bright. Generally, this kind of person is of mixed blood, which makes him look out of place with the people around him. Many people They were all looking at him, speculating about his identity, and coveting the weird box on his back.
The coffin-like box was very unusual at first glance, especially when they saw that it was only a boy under twenty years old, many people showed greedy expressions.
The bald boy didn't seem to care much about these coveted eyes. He walked into a small shop by the side of the road with his coffin on his back.
This small shop is not big, but it is considered luxurious in this kind of place. At least the building is not built with just a few wooden boards. At this time, there are several tables of guests eating. Although there are no delicacies from mountains and seas, a bowl of steaming The broth is soaking in the pouch, and the aroma wafts around. This is already a rare delicacy in the desert.
The bald boy walked up to the stage and showed a real smile, "Boss, give me some dry food and water, thank you."
When he first came in, many people were staring at the weird coffin on his back. After all, things that can emit light are relatively rare, and they are slandered by people. Hearing him speak at this time, a scarred face immediately stood up maliciously. get up.
Just by listening to the accent, one can tell that this little bald head is an authentic Tutankhamun, and a Tutankhamun actually has an impure black skin... This must be a half-baked new human being, such a guy usually They are all just barely surviving as coolies under the radiation all over the world. This kind of weak guy has no human rights at all, and no one will bury him for him when he dies.
In fact, the more difficult the place, the worse the world and the weaker the rules. This is fine in Tutankhamun's sphere of influence, and other marginal oases are completely returning to the slave society.
"Boy, this coffin of yours is quite special. Did you prepare it for yourself?" Scarred face was unusually tall, standing behind the little bald head, like the difference between an elephant and a zebra, he stretched out his hand greedily I touched the coffin glowing with a faint blue light, trying to see what material it was made of. You must know that the people of the Federation like to collect some weird things, and you might be able to sell them at a good price if you find a middleman.
A few bottles of Imperial Coke can be exchanged for a nice chick here.
"Sir, living people had better not touch it." The little bald head didn't dodge or avoid it, and he didn't even turn around. His voice was soft and sincere: "That would be bad for your body."
These words were obviously directed at him, Scar's face froze for a moment, for some reason, this flat tone made him feel a little fear, different from the kind of surrender-like fear when facing the strong, he couldn't help frowning .
But the companions behind him laughed loudly: "Does this brat think he is the god of death?"
"Haha, the brave Babru is actually scared!"
The little bald man in front of him still stood there quietly, with a strange apology on his face.
Baburu with the scarred face blushed, and the strange emotions that had been lingering in his heart just now disappeared. In the Tutankhamun Empire, if your companions saw your timidity, then you would fight with them in front of them. A dog is no different.
The ferocious look on his face appeared, he stretched out his hands, and grabbed the blue coffin viciously: "Damn brat, I not only want to touch, but also grab, put this thing down, get out, or I will kill you!" You put it in!"
He grabbed the blue coffin fiercely with both hands. It was neither hot nor cold when he touched it, and he didn't feel anything unusual. The last bit of suspicion in his heart dissipated, and he was about to exert force After dragging it over, I heard a sound of breaking wind whistling from the side!
The sound of the breaking wind came too fast, and just when he heard the sound, he was hit hard on the face. The huge force made him feel as if half of his face was hit hard by a truck, and he was approached in an instant His two-meter-high body was thrown out, until he fell to the ground two meters away with top-heavy weight, propped himself up and shook his head vigorously, only then did he realize that what hit him on the face was only half of the leftovers Pie bag!
A trace of dark gray blood overflowed from the corner of Babru's mouth. Although the blow was heavy enough, it was not enough to make him unable to stand up. He jumped up angrily: "Who!"
"Just a gray blood bug?" A man covered in a cloak laughed and said, "No wonder a pancake sac was thrown away by you."
As soon as these words came out, not only Babru, but also a few companions who were a little dazed beside him were all angry. The Tutankhamun Empire also had a division of new human fighters. Unlike the Free Federation, they used the color of their blood as their strength. Judgment of strength.
The new humans evolved on the African continent, in order to resist the bad weather, the melanin in the body increased significantly. This is not only reflected on the outer skin, but also the blood will be assimilated by this melanin. At first, it is light gray, reaching a certain level Finally, it can turn into a deep black color, which is probably equivalent to the level of the heroic soul cast by the Freedom Federation. It is said that there are black-blooded warriors who have evolved to the point where their blood has completely turned into black ink.
No matter what level of warrior they are, their titles represent their glory. Although the gray blood warrior is the lowest level, they also have their own pride. How dare this guy directly say "gray blood worm"? It makes no difference that a black man is a nigger.
"You're looking for death! I'll tear you apart!" Babru was the first to jump over, and rushed forward together with a few tall companions around him.
There was a murmur of discussion all around, and many people were watching, and they didn't show too much surprise. This kind of knife attack happened every day in the oasis, so there was nothing strange about it.
Those guys like Babru are not only powerful and agile, they carry sharp knives at hand, and they also have a bit of eyesight. They can see that the cloaked man is not easy to deal with, and they have already surrounded him in the middle in the blink of an eye. Clearly had good professional training, it's a pity...