Chapter 1985

In the face of the non same kind, all the teenagers are stupid.

From their birth to now, they have never seen any other race other than the dead, and their knowledge of other races is only from books and ancestors.

Now it's so easy for them to see a live one, and they immediately don't know how to deal with it.

"The dragon?"

"You are stupid! Have you ever seen such a small dragon clan? "

"Is that the spirit?"

"As far as I know, the eyes of elves are green."

"It can't be a dwarf..."

"I don't think so."

"He has legs. He must not be a mermaid."

"Is it Human? "

A group of teenagers discussed and finally judged that the little guy in front of them might be human!

Black hair, amber eyes, and that soft little body. Isn't that what a human child looks like?

How could human children appear in the wailing abyss?

A group of teenagers are puzzled.

They say that those who have contacted and are closest to human beings are the resurrected undead who are resurrected from the human bones. Those resurrected undead, after becoming the undead, have lost the living habits of human beings. They live according to the law of the undead.

"He He's still alive... " A teenager swallows saliva, and in their mind, the rest of the race is the corpse, waiting to be resurrected.

But at present, this little guy is still alive and kicking. What should they do?

Zhanye also has a headache. In the wailing abyss, it's very easy to find a corpse of another race. Just find a pure adult undead to resurrect. But this little guy is not dead. What should I do?

A group of simple young people look at me, I look at you, for a time helpless.

The little guy, who was left by them, glanced at the tent behind the teenagers without trace, washed his nose, and burst into a shrill cry.

"Whoa, whoa I'm hungry... "

A group of teenagers were shocked again. They were all half-aged children. They didn't have any sense of hostility to other races. Besides, they were still such a cute little guy. When they heard such a cute little guy crying and crying and starving, the teenagers immediately took action.

"Xerox! He said he was hungry. Get him something to eat!" Zhanye immediately turned around.

"I still have the meat just baked! I'll get it now! "

"I have some fruits here..."

"I have dry food..."

"Do you want water? I have water on my side. "

For a while, all the teenagers were busy. They moved all the edible food to the little guy.

A small food mountain stands in front of the little guy.

"Well, can humans eat our food?" Xerox looks at the war field uneasily. Human beings and undead are totally different in essence. What can we do if we have a bad stomach?

They can't find a doctor who can cure people. The dead don't need a doctor at all.

"Should Yes. " The field is not sure.

When they hesitated to feed the little guy, the little guy who was staring at a pile of food had twinkling eyes. I remember puma. He sat down on the edge of the hill directly with both hands. He opened his bow from left to right and put food into his mouth one by one.

The little face with tears on it has been replaced by the satisfaction of eating, the bubbling of happiness.