"Thirteen children... are different from the plan. Is this better, are there any children who want to go home?"

An Arab man spoke fluent Mandarin and smiled. To be honest, his smile was not good-looking. There was a scar on his face and his nose. When he smiled, the flesh and blood in the wound seemed to seep out.

The children were trembling. Among the thirteen children, there were yellow, black and white. Some of them were locals, and some were taken away from distant foreign countries. But they had one thing in common: they were all under ten years old.

Most of these children are mixed-race children, and have received cultural education, and basically speak Chinese.

In the man's words, twelve of the thirteen children raised their hands one after another. They were locked up here for several days, each of whom only had a bottle of water and a little food every day, so hungry that they couldn't even speak clearly.

The children asked, "Please let us go, please." "Where is my parents!?" "Woo..." In an instant, this small house was filled with the crying of children.

...There was only one boy who remained silent. He sat in the innermost position of the crowd, and could only vaguely see his outline.

Seeing this, the Arabian man stroked the turban on his head. He stepped forward a few steps, stretched his arms away from the other children, and rudely threw them away and threw them on the ground.

"Don't you want to go home?" he asked to the child with interest.

"I don't have a home." The boy responded coldly.

The boy looked up and the man saw his eyes.

The gray pupils were as silent as a ray of dust in the darkness.

Filled with disappointment that was not up to the age of a boy, and was so disappointing that it was powerlessly desperate.

"My name is Hassan, what's your name?" The Arabian man smiled, and a faint bloodshot appeared from the scar.

"...Ye." The boy was silent for a while, and said slowly under the urging of Hassan's eyes.

As the name suggests, Hassan seemed to see something amazing hidden in the night in the eyes. He rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and laughed out loud as if he was thinking about something.

The laughter was extremely harsh, as if there were two sharp pieces of porcelain rubbing between the throat, making me feel numb.

Hassan smiled and raised a knife, and the blade seemed to be covered with black condensation, and his whole body was pitch black. If it weren't for the white candles everywhere in the room, no one might have seen the dagger clearly.

"Ye, the next game will only require twelve children, here are thirteen, you are the extra person." Hassan put the blade on Ye Feng's neck, "There is no need for children who don't want to go home here. What motivation does the children who don't want to go home support them to survive? For them, can you ask you to die?"

Hearing this, the boy's depressed eyes swayed slightly.

What shook him was not the blade on his neck, but the words of Hassan - "You are the extra person."

"Why?"

The boy said lightly, his throat trembling, and the sharp dagger teared open his skin just in contact with it. The subtle blood crawled on the knife like a small snake, adding a touch of redness to the deep black.

"Why do everyone want me to die? Why did my mom want to eat me, why did my dad sell me here for money? Why, why??"

In the gray pupils, despair was burning, and the hero was burning. He was roaring, he was roaring, and he raised his hand to grab the dagger with force. His palms were torn, and the black liquid on the blade penetrated into the bone marrow.

Hassan was shocked by the boy's words and explosions, and even the dagger was taken away by him without even realizing it.

The boy waved his knife towards Hassan in a turbulent manner. Hassan subconsciously retreated and pressed his hand on the pistol hidden around his waist.

Even though the boy's way of swinging the knife was extremely rough, Hassan still dared not act rashly, and a large amount of hallucinogen was applied to the blade. If he was accidentally swung by the boy, it would not be impossible for him to go crazy and kill all the children.

Hassan took a breath and paused.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the boy, counting silently for three seconds.

"one two three!"

"Hmm?!"

The boy's movements in front of him became smaller and smaller. After dozens of seconds, he calmed down like a puppet, his eyes were empty and he looked like he had lost his soul, and he looked straight ahead.

There was only Hassan right in front of him, but Hassan's figure was not reflected in his eyes.

The hallucinogen applied to the blade took effect, otherwise he would not know what would happen, Hassan breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take back the dagger. However, his hand stopped as soon as he reached over, and something that shocked him happened.

"Those who want me to die..."

Break out of the hallucinogen - or the boy who was trapped in a deeper illusion gritted his teeth. Blood-red tears slashed across the boy's cheeks, and a hideous and evil curse squeezed out from his teeth.

"I will give you a big deal, and I will give you a thousand times!"

Lifting up his stiff right hand, turning the dagger back, and the boy aimed at his left chest and stabbed him hard!

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The nightmare clearly looks like a real scene, ending with the night roll slowly opening its eyes.

The bright sunlight shone directly through the window, and his eyes flashed, and the night lanterns that were flashing by the sun quickly closed their eyes.

As time goes by, the consciousness becomes more and more awake. When the night clock examines its own state, it can deeply feel that its five senses system is interlocking like a mechanical gear, and its body is running again like a clock at the same time.

Opening his eyes again, the air was filled with light elements, giving him the illusion of returning to the royal city by himself.

The room full of lilies smelled, and Ye Li felt that his spirit was obviously better. After all, the fragrance of lilies can increase the excitement of the central nervous system. I don’t know if someone deliberately brought lilies indoors.

Looking at the strange ceiling, Ye Zhu was stunned. The blue ceiling, the Romanesque princess bed with pillars on the four corners and covered with Buman, he had the impression of this dreamy room...and so on?

"I'm not dead?"

Ye Lu was stunned. I was not dead. Wow, I am so strong.

The last scene in my memory was that I was knocked away by the blood blast while holding Xiao Anya, and then I lost all my impression.

Hum? Could it be that Gured had returned to the corpse and saved me? Or is Li Ge back?

Just as the night roll was confused, a shallow breathing sound came from beside me.

He raised his upper body curiously and looked around. Just such a small move made him grit his teeth in pain.

The ubiquitous pain flowed around the body, jumping around happily. The pain that was suppressed in the depths of the body mercilessly accused Ye Lu of not cherishing himself and always made himself ragged.

After breathing heavily, Ye Lu slowly clenched his fist with his left hand, let go, and clenched his fist again.

The left hand is not lost, and there is no problem with the nerve reaction. Please check the rest slowly... The most important thing now is... Ye Zhang stretched out his left hand to the place where the breathing sound came to confirm the situation.

A warm and soft touch came from his hands, which scared his hands.

My brain, which was a little dizzy, was now completely awake, as if it had been hit hard by someone.

This is how visual it is—

Pa, Pani Shi?!
Chapter completed!