What about the beast? How can you change into a person if you disagree
He has a slight stomach ache.
But before he could recover from the stunned and stomachache, the boy grabbed his weak spot first, threw himself on the ground, and grabbed the cowhide bag!
"Don't touch it!" Kevin shouted!
Unfortunately it's too late...
The boy was full of ferocious aura, and his desire to find a threat was also beautiful, but his hands were a bit short.
I couldn't catch it all, and finally slapped it with a slap, making a crisp "pop".
Kevin: "..."
He threw off the boy's paws, and with his left hand, he yanked the slipknot of the cane, binding the little bastard tightly; he grabbed the cowhide bag with his right hand, and hurriedly opened the mouth of the bag, pulled it inside, and squeezed it out. There is a black round grain.
The thing was about the size of a bean, and looked like a beetle at first glance, but it was accidentally crushed, and there were still a little smoky gold stains on the side, as if it died very wrongly.
"..." Kevin's thin face was expressionless, with veins popping out of his forehead.
This humble "beetle" is called Xinsha. It is often used in wartime. Everyone in the army has it. When sneaking and attacking, they often rely on it to convey location information and call for help if necessary.
In order to distinguish, the letter sand used by different armies has different colors, and ordinary soldiers and officers also have different colors. As for the commander level, one color only represents a specific person.
This thing can be effective just by pinching it, and it is very foolish to act as close to the people.
Under normal circumstances, the soldiers were as happy to see Xinsha as if they were seeing their own mother... except for Kevin at this time.
He was pinching this dead letter, not to mention happy, he wanted to hang that cheap little bastard up and beat him. Not only that, but he guessed that the person who received the letter sand would also not be overjoyed, and might have been scared to death...
I have to say, to a certain extent, he guessed quite accurately—
Located in the Wujin Xuan Palace deep in the Great Rift Valley at the northern end, there was a "bang" sound on the observation platform, and the old official shook his hand holding the observation pool, and pouted straight over.
The remaining two young officials couldn't react in time, and they still stared dumbfounded at the cluster of lights blooming in the pool.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?! Xinsha?! Smoked gold?!" one of the officials yelled, his expression as if he had seen a ghost, "No, no, I must have misremembered, the smoked gold represents more than one person, right? !"
The other one really saw a ghost, and said with a dazed expression: "You remember correctly, the smoky gold color only represents one person. It is the bronze commander, Kevin Fassbender..."
"But...but he died many years ago!"
Half an hour later, in the depths of Ugin's hanging palace, the new emperor who had just succeeded turned over from the bed and sat up, his eyelids twitched when he heard the servant call: "Your Majesty! The official court just reported that Commander Fassbinder is in the Andorha jungle. The area is scammed!"
Xindi: "…………………"
chapter 2
Kevin twitched his nose, turned his head and sneezed.
He imagined the possible reaction from the palace for a while, and felt that the hairs on his arms were all lined up and stood at attention.
It's all right now, riding a tiger is hard to get off.
The little bastard who was tied into a silkworm chrysalis squirmed twice on the ground, unable to break free from the vines on his body, anxious and angry, his face flushed from holding back. He stretched his neck with difficulty, let out a ferocious "pooh", raised his face and was about to yell, but met Kevin's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, and swallowed it back immediately, so as not to choke to death.
Kevin knelt down in front of him, patted his head lovingly, and asked softly, "Which hand?"
The little bastard didn't react for a while: "What?"
At such a young age, his voice should have been clear and crisp, but now it was very hoarse, not much better than Kevin's, and it can be seen that he has suffered a lot.
Kevin looked at him calmly, but his mouth was still threatening: "I ask which hand you are holding the leather bag?" As he spoke, he also deliberately touched the back of the short knife.
Little bastard: "..."
His face became even redder, and he said with a stiff neck: "I, I just saw it, didn't I just kill a black bug? At worst, I will pay you!"
Kevin laughed when he heard the words, rubbed his chapped lips, and said, "Oh? How do you pay for it?"
The boy squirmed twice again, knelt up with difficulty, scratched his body with one hand like a chicken paw, grabbed one from the rag-like clothes, and spread it out to Kevin: "Here, return it to you." A colorful one that can fly."
Kevin: "..." For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the kid was provocative or really stupid.