The bustling streets and the road are full of excited warriors. The three-year trial is finally coming to an end. Everyone looks expectantly at the tall tower in the city.
In the gathering of all the young warriors in a state, some geniuses died, and some unknown warriors advanced by leaps and bounds.
"Elder brothers, elder sisters, uncles, uncles, young and young parents have both died, and now my elder brother is wounded in the mountains by the beasts and has no money to heal. Every kind person will help the younger ones."
At the corner of the main avenue, a pitch-black child sat on the ground with big eyes, but his small face was sallow, it seemed to be malnourished, and his little hand stretched out was skinny.
There is a shabby mat in front of the child. On the mat lies a young man with a waxy white face and covered in bandages. It seems that he is venting more and less.
The child sitting on the ground was about five years old, watching the martial artists passing by, crying, and his voice was full of sorrow and wailing. It was really sad for the listener, and tears for the listener.
But in the broken bowl in front of the little boy, there was nothing, it seemed that the martial artists passing by were not giving face at all.
jingle!
With a pleasant soft sound, the martial artists passing by, looking at the scene in front of them, finally someone couldn't help but cast a small piece of spiritual stone.
The little boy with his head lowered and tears, watching a warrior drop the fragments of the spirit stone, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and the cry of crying became even louder.
It seemed that there was the first fragment of the spirit stone, and the next 66 continuations had warriors thrown in. After half a day passed, the broken small bowl was almost full.
The sky gradually dimmed, and the little boy sitting on the ground had been crying for a day, and his large eyes were still looking at the pedestrians passing by.
The little boy with a nose and tears glanced around and saw no one noticed. He stretched out his little black hand and secretly picked up a few pieces from the bowl and hid them in his arms.
Thick smoke rose in the distance, and there were a lot fewer pedestrians on the road. In the alley opposite to the little boy, a group of young people came along, all dressed in rags, but all of them were happy.
The little boy sitting on the ground looked at the young man walking in the distance, his small hands were tight, his eyes were full of anger.
"Haha??? Take a look! Little Leizi's harvest is pretty good." A young man with a pocky face pointed to the broken bowl in front of the child on the ground, laughed, and immediately took away all the spiritual stone fragments in the bowl. .
"Big brother's attention is good, it seems that we have to learn more of the methods of **** brother." The few people following behind, looked at the collected fragments greedily, and said flatly in their mouths.
"That is! Otherwise, how to be your eldest brother, I will study hard in the future." The pocky-faced young man turned around and looked at the seven or eight young people behind him, and said loudly, with a proud look on his face.
This little thunder son guarded a dead body, and the harvest in a day was worthy of everyone. How could this not shock them.
"Yes Yes Yes!"
Hearing the words of praise from the warrior in front of him, the young Mazi had a look of joy in his eyes, and then he seemed to think of something. Turning around, looking at the little boy on the ground, he said with a fierce expression: "Did you hide it in private this time? "
The little boy raised his sallow face, his eyes were full of fear, and he shook his head desperately.
"it is good
Looking at the young man who turned to the past, a flash of joy flashed in the eyes of the child on the ground, but he didn't know that he had already seen him in his eyes.
There was a sharp look in the eyes of the young Mazi who was standing, and then at a warrior behind him, he yelled in a low voice: "Search for me, this little guy is getting more and more dishonest."
"I didn't hide! I didn't hide." Looking at the young man who didn't believe him, the little boy on the ground kept swaying his hands and shouted repeatedly.
The young man behind him did not speak. He lifted the little boy's right foot and lifted it directly, regardless of the little boy who was whining in his mouth, shaking repeatedly in the air.
Grungy!
With a few crisp noises, the young Mazi looked at the fragments of the spirit stone on the ground, a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes, and he picked them up directly.
"It's still so unbehaved." Mazi youth looked at the little boy who was lifted upside down in the air, patted his face, and whispered in his mouth.
"Big brother! Do you want to teach him a lesson?" The young man who carried the little boy glanced at the collected fragments of the spirit stone, and shouted in a low voice.
When the little boy with a calm face heard it, his small face suddenly turned waxy white, and his eyes were full of horror.
"Bastard! Killed or disabled, who will help the labor and management." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the young Mazi, and he turned around and slapped the young man's face, shouting loudly.
"Yes, yes! What the eldest brother said, what the eldest brother said!" The red palm prints on his face were clearly visible, but the young man who was beaten did not dare to complain at all, and hurriedly responded.
The young man following behind, looking at the person who was beaten, did not dare to have the slightest objection, but followed behind him quietly and did not dare to speak out.
"Why are you still standing here? Carry the dead body on the ground back together." Looking at the harvest in his hands, the young Mazi pointed to the young man lying on the ground and shouted.
The beaten youth immediately threw the little boy in his hand aside, and together with the few people behind him, lifted the youth on the ground.
The young man of Mazi who put away the fragments of the spirit stone did not care about a few more people, and walked forward with a happily face, walking towards the distance.
"Unlucky! Is this guy dead or not? He carried it all day long." The youth who was beaten glanced at the bandaged youth on the mat, and said with dissatisfaction.
On one side, a warrior who seemed to have a good relationship with the young man said in a low voice: "Don't say it, if he dies, maybe you are lying here."
A look of fear flashed in the young man's eyes, but he closed his mouth again and again, and raised the young man on the ground together, but the two of them did not show up. The pocky young man who turned around has a flash of light in his eyes and surprises on his face.
The little boy who climbed up from the ground looked at the people walking in front of him. A cruel color flashed in his eyes, and he shook his right hand covering his mouth, only to see a few faintly fluorescent fragments of spiritual stone.
"And I have one hand." The little boy stuffed the fragments in his hands into his arms without being noticed, but he looked worriedly at the young man who was being carried by the crowd.
The little boy walked out of the alley in the direction where the few people came, and turned around. The surrounding buildings became more and more dilapidated, and the trails on the ground became pits and bumps.
In the dim light, slowly moving figures appeared in the distance, while more figures were lying on the ground.
For a while, a few people stopped in front of a dilapidated house. Through the wide open door, the courtyard was full of people, all with dusty faces and dressed like beggars.
"Yo! Brother Ma is back."
The figures on the ground, looking at Mazi and his party who came back, kept exclaiming, it seemed that there were not many people who knew Mazi.
The previous Mazi was also happy, looking at the people who came to greet him, his eyes were full of excitement.
"It seems that Brother Ma has gained a lot today." Looking at the happy Mazi, the martial artists around, all looked envious.
"Haha
How can it be! Mazi laughed loudly, repeatedly denying it, but looking at those happy eyes, anyone with a discerning eye knew that what he was saying was a lie.
"You put him away, don't kill him." Mazi pointed at the people behind him, said sharply, and then walked towards the main house in the courtyard with a stubborn expression on his face.
Mazi walked into the room cautiously, but the scene in the room was not like a courtyard. There were neat chairs on both sides, and a big man with a stubborn face was sitting on it, with a nakedly clothed woman in his arms.
Mazi who walked in, looking at the almost woman whose clothes had been stripped, swallowed fiercely in her throat, her eyes full of desire.
"Mazi! It's the latest for you again. It's a good harvest." Looking at the Mazi who walked in, the big man grabbed the woman's chest with his right hand, and the woman in his arms was petite and laughed.
The warriors sitting on both sides looked at Mazi who walked in, and they complained again and again in their eyes.
There were eight chairs in the room, and now only the last one was empty. The mazi who rushed to took out all the fragments of the spirit stone in his arms, put them in front of the big man's table, and slowly retreated to the empty chair. Place.
"Yes! Not bad! Although they are all spirit stone fragments, they are indeed the most among the people." The big man looked at the fluorescent spirit stone fragments in front of him, and said with joy.
"It's all the boss's credit, but the little one just did it." Mazi said flatteringly in her mouth.
"Hahaha??? Work hard, your benefits will be indispensable in the future." The big man looked at the respectful Mazi, and said loudly. The rest of the room looked at the lowest Mazi with a look of envy in their eyes.
"Boss! I have another good idea to improve the harvest of one day." A light flashed in Mazi's eyes, and he walked forward quickly, and said with excitement.
"Oh! Let's listen?" The big man turned his gaze away from the woman and asked curiously.
A flash of joy flashed in Mazi's eyes, and he immediately clung to his ears, whispering again and again, but the big man's eyes were gleaming.
"Hey! It's been a few months, are you dead or alive?" Xiao Leizi whispered while looking at the young man lying in front of him.
It has been two months now, and the young man in front of him is still unconscious. Except for a little bit of water every day, he hasn't eaten anything. Now he is still angry.
The young man who wanted to come to the ground must be a powerful warrior.
The thinking little Leizi, but a figure walked in the distance, the visitor was very messy, his head was hanging down indiscriminately, and he walked tremblingly.
"Little Leizi! Didn't they beat you today?" Looking at the thoughtful little man, the old man said with concern.
"Grandpa! No! Good harvest these days, they haven't beaten me." Little Leizi said softly while looking at the old man who came up, but a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes.
"How is he, these few days, why did that pock let you take him out?" The old man glanced at the young man on the ground, and asked in confusion.
"This is the way Mazi thought of, let me tell you???" Talking about this, Xiao Leizi immediately said with a look of excitement, toward the old man, and said in a hurry.