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Chapter 1294 The Boy and the Mule

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is the spring and autumn of sixteen years, and time comes to the early 21st century.

Myanmar.

A dirt bike was running at the foot of the mountain. Several soldiers in Burmese clothing protected the young men driving in the middle and rushed up quickly. Not far away, a group of mercenaries followed them, with murderous auras spreading on the mountain road.

"Little General, I will put on your clothes and lead the mercenaries away. You and the others will throw them into the car and run into the mountains. Shanming will come to pick you up soon."

The soldier still had blood on his face and said panting.

The young man, known as the young general, was wearing a black suit, and his face was covered with blood, but he could still see his handsome facial features, especially his slender black eyes, which were ruthless and unfathomable.

The boy looked back and his voice was low, "It's too late, follow me out of the car and break out of the siege."

"yes."

The mercenaries behind him had arrived, and the young man got out of the car and a fight began immediately.

The boy and the person who followed him were very good, but the mercenaries on the other side were completely desperate. They were entangled together for a while and were hard to part with.

While fighting, a "Didi" sound suddenly came.

The sound was crisp and rhythmic, so abrupt in a chaotic shouting and killing that everyone stopped temporarily and looked in the direction where the sound came.

On the mountain road between Myanmar and China, a little girl appeared at some point. She looked like she was sixteen or seventeen years old, riding a mule, looking at them in surprise.

Everyone didn't move for a moment because the girl was so beautiful, so beautiful that it looked beyond their imagination. From eyes to nose, every part was extremely delicate.

Her skin is white and clear, her temperament is innocent and clean, and her hair is like a waterfall. She is like an elves growing in the middle of the mountains and forests, without causing dust.

The boy stood among a group of people and saw the girl. He was shocked inexplicably. Looking at the girl's strange and familiar face, it seemed that he had seen it somewhere. Is it in a dream?

When he was injured, his eyes were covered with dirty and bloody, and the girl was like the cleanest elf, embedding in his eyes gently.

The mountain road was strangely quiet, and more than ten people died, with the smell of blood, suppressing the smell of solemnity.

The girl's eyes rolled and patted the mule under her body. The sound was also very ethereal, "You've gone to the wrong place. Go back, what awesome."

The mule seemed to understand her words and immediately turned around and ran back to run, running for life. A gust of wind disappeared.

Everyone showed a look of shock, and what they saw just now seemed like an hallucination.

The girl disappeared, and everyone's faces returned to their fierce look. Without bullets, they fought with their close-fitting knife and continued to chop down. The fists that were swung out also hit the other party's face with great strength.

In the moment just now, it seemed like someone had pressed the pause and then restarted.

The teenager brought over to kill all the mercenaries. He breathed a sigh of relief just now, and suddenly bullets fell down from his head. The people around him were not careful and three or four people fell down. The remaining people protected the teenager and hid in the car.

The boy's bloody face showed a smile. The person who wanted to kill him had been placed by him for two years. When he started, he was determined to kill him.

This time, he was probably going to die at the hands of that man. He is now at the end of his strength.

Not willing to give up.

He was very unwilling to give up. He had not yet repaid his parents' grace for more than ten years, so he died like this. How could he be willing?

...

When the girl came back, all the people who were fighting had fallen in a pool of blood. A group of mercenaries opposite were shooting at a corpse, as if they wanted to confirm whether the people they were ambushed and shot dead.

When he saw the girl, the mercenary opposite him shouted sternly, "I don't want to die, get out of here immediately, otherwise I will kill you together."

The girl rode on the mule and had a newly folded wild flower in her hand. Her black and white eyes were very innocent, and she was so incompatible with the blood in front of her. "I am a passing person, can I let me go first?"

This scene is a bit weird in the 21st century when modern technology has begun to develop, but after all, it is deep mountains and forests, and there are many people living in the hidden world who do not know the cruelty of the outside world.

As soon as she finished speaking, bullets on the opposite side were already gushing towards her throat, and with the sound of breaking wind and murderous aura, they passed through a corpse and howled to the smoke gun.

The girl frowned gently, raised her hand and squeezed the bullet easily into her hand, and muttered in a low voice, "You seem to be not good people who kill innocent passers-by indiscriminately."

"I advise you to put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on your own." The girl's voice was distant, as if it was coming from a very distant place.

The mercenaries on the opposite side saw the weak girl easily catch the bullet, and all looked shocked, and before they could pick up the gun.

The girl raised the wild flowers in her hand, and the petals were flying all over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the sky turned blood red.

Soon, the petals fell, and there was no one standing opposite the girl.

The girl patted the mule and said as usual, "You can go, let's go."

The mule carried the girl and walked forward along the body on the mountain road. The girl's face remained unchanged, holding the already bare peach branches in her hand, disliked the mule's bumpy ride.

The mule shouted and expressed dissatisfaction. The ground was full of people. How could it walk smoothly when it stepped over?

Suddenly the mule stepped on it, and a moan came from the ground. The girl immediately lowered her head and looked down. She saw the boy wearing black clothes, lying in a pool of blood, and a bullet in her chest, but she was obviously not dead yet.

"Stop, stop." The girl kicked the mule, "Go down quickly, you will be trampled to death before the person dies."

The mule hid aside.

It's really weird. Even though animals don't understand human words, mules can understand what girls say.

The girl jumped off the mule neatly, squatted in front of the boy, and shook his arm, "Hey, are you still alive?"

The boy barely opened his eyes, wondering if he could see the girl clearly, and fainted again.

The girl looked into the mountains and turned around and said to the mule, "This man is still alive. Let's not go down the mountain. Find a place to put him down first."

The mule's eyes widened. So many people didn't show mercy when they saw you. Now they saw a half-dead person who wanted to save him. It wasn't that the handsome guy who looked at him.

"Don't complain, otherwise I will go down the mountain by myself next time and I won't take you with me." The girl said fiercely.

The mule immediately came over, lowered her head and sniffed it on the boy, and then pointed in the woods in front.

"There is still an ambush?" The girl looked up and raised her hand to lift the tall boy up and put it on the mule, then jumped onto the mule by herself, "Let them lie in the grass and wait, let's go back to the mountain."

Another boy was added, and the mule carried them through the forest and walked into the mountains with great effort.

There was a mule, and there was a white and weak girl sitting in front of the girl. There was a young man covered in blood. If someone saw this strange scene, he would be so scared that he would be scared away.

The girl did not take the boy back to the place where she lived on the mountain, but found a cave to put the boy in, fetched water from the stream next to him, helped him take off his clothes, and washed the blood on his face.
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