Chapter 1231

Part II: Millennium covenant

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Bow, hold your head, bend your knees and close your eyes!

The boy finished this set of movements very skillfully. Obviously, this is not the first time he has done so. He contracted tightly into a sphere shape, and his physical instinct and past experience told him that doing so would minimize the pain.

"Bang bang!!!"

Almost the next moment, more than a dozen fists had been heavily blasted on the boy. His ragged clothes were immediately torn, and suddenly dark blue scars appeared from his arms and back.

These dark blue scars should have existed for a long time, and now there are signs of melting. However, with the smashing of more than a dozen fists, the bruises began to turn purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dong!"

Suddenly, another foot kicked directly over and kicked him on the head, but fortunately, the boy's arms had been protecting his head, so he only felt the heart piercing pain from his arms, and his head was OK.

However, by this heavy kick, he was unable to maintain his balance. Like an orange falling out of his hand and falling to the ground, he rolled a big circle on the ground, and his blood dripped on the ground.

"Waste! You can't do anything well!" a slightly childish voice sounded, but the tone was fierce.

The boy didn't dare to refute, because the young man who spoke was called deo! There is also an identity that he can never reach, follower!

He didn't know what his followers were, but once he saw the teenager kill an adult directly in front of countless people, and no one dared to investigate the responsibility, he vaguely seemed to understand that followers are a kind of existence that can kill at will without being punished.

"Pa!"

Another person stretched out a foot and kicked it across the boy's elbow. The heart piercing pain hit the boy's nerve again and again, but the boy still didn't say a word and didn't mean to resist.

At the beginning, the adult died because he refuted deo!

Five minutes later, the boy did not remember how many fists and kicks he had received. He only felt that his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes were getting more and more blurred. The fierce laughter of children of the same age around him fell into his ears, but his heart became colder and colder.

"Forget it, this fool's home has finally come out of a follower. Although he has been missing for seven or eight years, it's hard to guarantee that he won't come back. Killing him will only increase trouble!" de Ou said in an old-fashioned way. It's hard to believe that he is only a teenager of about 12 years old without looking at his appearance.

The fist pounded like raindrops finally stopped.

The children around the boy were not even breathing. Obviously, their physical quality was excellent.

"Let's go! Don't bother my big cousin waiting!"

De'ou half squinted and looked at the children quickly and respectfully around. He couldn't help feeling a little proud at the bottom of his heart.

He learned this action from his big cousin. At that time, he was shocked and felt that this expression was too lethal! So I always use this expression from time to time to frighten the children around me.

Soon, de'ou was far away, but the boy was tired on the ground for nearly 20 minutes before he staggered to his feet.

The boy had no name, or he had a name, but it was deliberately ignored. Almost everyone called him a fool except his mother, father and little sister.

He is really stupid. There are always faults in his memory. For example, he has just been beaten and may completely forget it in a few minutes. For example, he was slapped in the face. Maybe even the next second, he can't remember who slapped him.

This situation allows anyone to bully him.

But somehow, the fool didn't forget his mother. Maybe he was the one who gave birth to him after all. That's a deep feeling. And de ou, he didn't forget. Maybe he was shocked by the bloody scene of de Ou's murder, so he always remembered de Ou's name and the fear he brought to himself.

At this time, the boy stood up. He looked around confused. Before long, he chose a direction at will and walked staggered.

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"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door. The door was made of wood, but the color was green. This kind of green didn't seem to be painted. It seemed natural.

"The door is unlocked... Come in..."

Inside, a tired man's voice came.

The door opened. An old woman like an aunt led the boy in. Then she pushed the boy in front of the man and said bluntly, "where are the biogas beads?"

"On the table, take it yourself..."

The man sighed, then stretched out his right palm, touched the boy's bruised and bloodstained arm with some regret and said, "does it hurt?"

The boy grinned and said, "pain... Who are you? Do you know where my mother is?"

"Silly boy... I'm your father!" the man seemed happy and said with a smile.

Seeing the man laughing, the boy also laughed. Somehow, he felt that his body suddenly didn't hurt so much.

The aunt like old woman bumped the green biogas beads she picked up from the table, showing a satisfied smile. After glancing at the boy, she couldn't help saying, "don't tell me, ye Yongfan, if you are a fool, don't let him run around. I suggest you close it directly. You have to waste a biogas bead almost every day. Why bother!"

Ye Yongfan kept smiling as always, without turning his face. He said faintly, "he is my son, not an animal!"

The aunt rolled her eyes and said: "Whatever you want... Your Ye family is ruined by him... It takes four hours to collect a biogas bead. You and your daughter-in-law collect four in a day. When you meet the bog devil, you don't even have a harvest for half a month. You waste more than ten or twenty for him a month. You become an intermediate resident from the top resident in this swamp. It's really..."

"My son is going to recover and rest..." ye Yongfan interrupted.

The aunt and the old woman were speechless and left with her mouth curled.

As soon as the old lady left, ye Yongfan's eyes fell back on the boy and said with laughter: "aunt Cassie, there's nothing wrong with her, but she can't see the people around her better than her. I heard that her son was poisoned by the marsh devil, and she will take care of him at home for a long time. I suggest I lock you up. I'm sure she's afraid that others will get this cheap..."

The boy looked at a loss, as if he didn't understand.

Ye Yongfan seemed to be used to it. After touching the boy's head, he smiled and said, "you can't learn from Aunt Cassie... Come... I'll give you medicine first..."

"Oh, oh..."

The boy nodded.

Ye Yongfan immediately turned to get the medicine, but he seemed to pestle something in his armpit. When he looked closely, he didn't have legs, but walked with his arms on two green logs.

His body is a little thin and his face is upright. He is not old and looks like thirty-seven or eight, but his whole body is filled with a calm breath. Obviously, ye Yongfan's mind is very good.

Take the medicine and put it on the boy's bruise. Soon the door opened again.

Then, a woman with messy hair but elegant temperament walked in with a little girl with a crossbow and arrow on her back.