~： The first year story 008, ice blood magic pupil

"Wow ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

A heart-piercing scream came from the trash can under the snowstorm. The voice came from that little beggar, who would never scream even in an absolutely unfavorable environment, but now he couldn't bear the pain.

In that small space, the pain came from his arm. For some reason, the chain that originally locked the hilt suddenly moved like a snake! These chains rushed to the little beggar's arm and kept tangling on his right forearm. But wind it up, but the side where these chains are in contact with the meat has countless saw-like barbs popping out! As the chains wandered, the barbs instantly cut the little beggar's arms and rubbed his bones. Like a chainsaw, tearing his body apart.

Under the night sky, no one will notice the changes in a trash can. The little beggar's right hand has been blurred by the chains, but the chains continue to entangle as if they have no end. His aorta was cut open and blood spilled. His blood moved along the chains that kept wandering, as if pulled by a mysterious force, and began to gather in the hollow in the middle of the black hilt.

The blood of a normal person accounts for about 8% of the total body weight. In theory, the human body can hold on to losing 50% of the total blood volume. The weight of a ten-year-old child is about 28 kg, so the child's blood volume is about 2.24 kg. The limit blood volume is 1.12 kg.

The saw continued to pull.

The cry of the little beggar has disappeared, and the thin body is only convulsed and pale. His body temperature was dropping, and a thin layer of frost began to quickly cover his body.

One kilogram of blood was pulled out of his body abruptly, and gathered along the chain into the black hole that seemed like a bottomless hole. Moreover, this situation is still going on, it seems that this sword will completely drain the blood of the little beggar, and he will never die.

In the trash can, scattered blood droplets, condensed into red ice particles. The little beggar's convulsions had stopped, his eyes rolled white, and foam came out of the corners of his mouth. His body has been covered with a layer of frost.

But his left hand still held the baby tightly, without letting go...

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The movement of the chain stopped. They were still wrapped around the little beggar's arm, and the sharp blade plunged into his bones, connecting with the little beggar. The scabbard of the sword slowly disappeared, revealing a dark long sword inside. Immediately afterwards, the cavity where the little beggar's blood was collected slowly solidified, and a thin line was drawn from the middle of the blood hole. Then...

The thin lines were separated, and an eye appeared on the hilt.

"Did you wake me up? Human."

A Ruoyoruowu voice broke into the little beggar's brain, like a heart booster, and his body shook suddenly. Turning white eyes opened instantly, he lowered his head and looked at the chains on his right hand, the sword in his palm, the eye.

The eyes formed by the blood showed an evil and terrifying light. Being stared at by this eye, the little beggar couldn't even think for a while! On the chain, the red liquid dripped drop by drop, but unlike the blood around it, it was not frozen. Looking at my wrist, the blood is no longer flowing.

The little beggar let go, trying to throw away the sword. But no matter how he wanted to throw it, his five fingers always held the hilt tightly. It seems that from the right arm forward, it is no longer under his control.

Amidst fear and alert, the little beggar turned his head abruptly and glanced at the baby in his arms. He found that his left hand was cold, bloodless, and even touchless. But the baby girl in the swaddle is still breathing softly...

".................."

The little beggar's eyes became a little calm. He once again returned to the kind of ditch rat-like calmness who was eager to survive, and he looked at the sword in his hand with caution and that eye.

"Unexpectedly, this time it turned out to be a human or a child?"

His eyes seemed to be sighing with emotion. It stared at the little beggar, his eyes kept turning. After it met the eyes of the little beggar for a long time, a cruel laughter suddenly sounded from the little beggar's mind.

"Huh, it's funny. Sure enough, I feel right. Although you are still a child, it doesn't matter, you will grow up."

There is no hostility in the tone, so you should be relieved.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid it will indeed do so. But the little beggar will not. In his ten-year birthday, he has seen too many things about human face and animal heart. If someone smiles at you, it means he wants to stab you. If someone treats you nicely, it means he wants to use you to do some dangerous things.

Can't hear hostility in your tone? If you can rest assured in this way, it has already become a cold corpse in the alley.

The little beggar is still on guard, he is not only on guard, but also trying to regain control of his right hand. He lowered his heart, bit by bit, and stretched his feeling toward the controlled half of his right arm.

"Oh, humans, you are really good. Vigilance, desire for control, strong desire to survive, you can remain extremely calm at all times. Do you want control that way? In that case, I'll give it to you."

In an instant, the little beggar's right arm obeyed the command. The first thing he did was throw away the sword in his hand, then lifted the lid of the trash can and jumped out...

However, he forgot. He forgot that he had lost too much blood, and even more that he had already formed a layer of frost on his body due to the low body temperature. At the moment he turned over the trash can, his body fell severely on the snow outside.

No pain.

Because he doesn't even have the power to feel pain. I was numb and unconscious.

When the little beggar fell out of the trash can, the swaddle in his arms also fell off because of his release. The baby fell on the snow, and the shock woke up the little girl inside! The cold and hungry baby girl with a high fever was thrown on the snow alone. She couldn't feel the warmth of anyone and immediately cried.

"Wow...! Wow... Wow..."

The weak crying sound is almost disappearing lightly! The little beggar who also fell on the ground heard the cry coming from the side in the groggy, he struggled to get up, gritted his teeth, and looked around with those eyes that had begun to blur. In that fuzzy world, he vaguely saw the baby on the snow, he immediately dragged his body with the right arms that were still entangled with chains, and crawled over.

His hands are completely frozen. The blizzard did not stop for a moment. The little beggar's consciousness was blurred, and finally, his sight was covered by snow, and he couldn't see anything anymore...

"Wow...! Wow...! Wow... Wow... Wow..."

But those hands, which had no feeling, were holding the baby. The little beggar turned his back and resisted the merciless blizzard with his back, creating a little safe haven for the little girl.

The cry of the little baby girl slowly faded. She closed her eyes again and fell asleep deeply. In addition to the blush of high fever, the little face seems to have added a little peace of mind...?

"Human, you are dying. And now, only I can save you."

The eyes were pale, but the voice still broke into my mind.

"I give you a chance to take the initiative to hold me. Now, I am right in front of you. As long as you are willing to stretch out your hand, I can save you. If you refuse, then die here. Then I will continue to wait for the next person to wake me up."

The vision disappeared. The blizzard whistling in my ears seemed to disappear. I couldn't smell the snow in my nose, and my lips were dry and I couldn't speak. I can't feel cold on my skin, or even if I'm sitting or lying down. The death of the little beggar has come, and now is his last chance.

death?

No, the last thing mice in the ditch do is to choose to die.

He can't die, and his desire for life prevents him from seeking death at any time. The more humble things are, the more they have the strongest desire to survive. If you want to survive, you need a price. But since this voice can help oneself survive, any price can be paid. As long as you can live, live...!

The little beggar stretched out his right hand and grabbed at the white world. He didn't know if he could catch something, but the moment his fingers were clenched...

His sense of touch returned, and the blizzard once again caused him pain like a knife.

His hearing was restored, and the wind raged loudly in his ears.

He smelled it, smelling blood mixed with the air-conditioning of snow.

He tasted it, and saliva began to come out of his dry mouth again.

And he also saw...

I saw the black long sword in my hand, the bone shape at the hilt, and the blood red...eyes.

The chain was still tightly fastened to his right arm, but the control was in the hands of the little beggar. But at this point, it is impossible for the little beggar to let go of the sword again. But holding the sword seemed to bring him only the lowest ability to move, and coldness and pain still bothered him.

"Humans, maybe we are not good at talking in this way. I'll just change a little according to your body shape."

The voice in his mind calmed down, and then the black long sword began to shorten slowly. It gradually shrank from a big sword longer than a little beggar to the size of a dagger. But the black blade and skeletal blood pupil did not change in the slightest.

The little beggar held the dagger, and then felt a little relieved. He lowered his head and glanced at the little baby girl in his arms again...

Not so good, her high fever never goes away. Breath is getting faint.

The little beggar has no emotion in his eyes. For the baby girl in his arms, who has nothing to do with him, being able to hold her at this time is already regarded as the greatest gift of a ditch mouse. However, her burning...