MTL - Bestial Blade-Chapter 11 "Old man"

Chang'an was hanging there in danger, and he reached out a small foot and spied it on the slippery wall around him. The straw shoes were immediately pierced, and the hot digestive fluid that swallowed him quickly corroded a small layer of skin on his toes, and Changan quickly retracted his feet and was hung there anxiously, afraid to move.

Soon, his small arm, like a numb, was sour, and he started to involuntarily raise it. Chang'an knew that he couldn't fall down anyway, it would soon become a bone, and he managed to escape from the big head monster, giant bird and two-headed snake.

If that was the case, he could n’t even see what was sacred to eat his food, and it turned into a pile of bones, which really made him unacceptable.

And he still has a knife. Chang An thinks so and feels relieved.

As soon as the child was at ease, it was easy to do bold things.

Chang'an gritted his teeth, suddenly took a deep breath of rancid smell, and then stretched out the little hand that was already bloody, and seized the digestive tract around which digestive fluid was flowing!

The thing wasn't very hard, but it was a little soft, with some tiny hairs on it. Chang An grabbed those hairs, sacrificed a small foot, and climbed on it.

His palms quickly adhered to it. First, it felt like it was being grilled on a fire, and it hurt painfully, causing his eyes to turn black. With this pain, Chang'an made a ruthless attack, pulled out / out the knife inserted on the digestive wall, and then shone back to the place according to a place. Every time he stabbed, the thing trembled violently. The dangerous digestive juices at the feet followed with tiny waves, and the bones fluttered.

Gradually, Chang'an couldn't breathe, his chest hurt as if it had cracked, and there was a tendon in his brain, where he jumped endlessly, clinging to the digestive tract of that thing, and was eroded by a layer of skin. After the pain, I started to feel numb.

But there was nothing else in his eyes-except to pierce the place.

In the end, he screamed inexorably, while shouting heartbreakingly, without delaying his operation of the knife, the rust on the knife was corroded by the digestive fluid a lot, but it became sharper, which was beautiful. The child was terrified like a dead ghost.

He was also tired and painful. How strong can a small arm that can be carried over?

Every time the knife went out, Chang'an felt that he could no longer raise his arms. He bleed a lot of blood, like the whole body's blood was almost running out, and it became cold for a while, but Chang'an thought with his teeth grinning: it's not over .

The two of them—he had eaten this thing with him, and it was n’t finished, unless the thing had digested him into a pile of bones, so that he was completely out of breath, or he was strangled to death, otherwise they would n’t be finished.

Finally, the thing was scared first, probably because it had never eaten such a prey and had a lot of prey in its stomach, and vomited Changan in extreme stomach pain.

Chang'an was shaken all around, and then he was turned over again suddenly, fresh air poured into his lungs, he was thrown heavily on the ground, and fell into a big horse ... but the flesh was blurred In his little hand, he still held his small blade that became shy after being washed.

He saw what he had eaten-it turned out to be a flower.

The buds are as tall as two adult orcs, not to mention the flower stems. However, this big guy confronted Chang'an for a while, as if remembering the feeling of turning over the river just now, and slowly retracted back like that. Chang'an's eyes pointed and saw an inconspicuous small hole inside the bud, and the liquid was flowing outward.

"I missed it." Chang'an rejoiced with pain and a sense of accomplishment.

Bai grew so big that he really didn't use it-he evaluated his opponent who had died a lifetime, and then got his teeth up and grinned, limping with his blade, and went on.

The long night finally passed. The first rays of sunlight penetrated the depths of the dense forest and leaked down, all the ever-frozen peaks of Yufeng Mountain were plated with gold, so beautiful.

Unfortunately, not everyone can enjoy the scenery in the extreme.

When Bei Shi picked up the strange child he had seen under the mountain last time, he almost didn't recognize it.

At this time, Chang'an had been on the mountain for a long time. I didn't know how many days. When I was thirsty, I found a stream to drink. When I was hungry, I ate some animal carcasses and wild fruits.

He was dying underneath a dead vulture.

Bei Shi explored his chest and was a little bit alive, but it looked almost the same.

The middle-aged man thoughtfully turned over the body of the wolf, and found a scrapped knife in its throat.

He knew this trick and taught it by himself. It ’s just that this knife was handed out with great force, but then it was to be withdrawn. The little man ’s knife rolled his mouth and got stuck in it. He could n’t pull it out when he wanted to, but this little guy was just stupid at this time. When he couldn't pull it out, he held on to the handle of the knife, and was stunned by the body of the wolf.

Fortunately, his luck was good. The eagle wolf is just a sharp-pointed claw, and it is not a great big guy, but he didn't crush him on the spot.

Bei Shi kicked the corpse of the eagle wolf aside with his toes, and then went to stab the child's hand-it could not be opened, it was too tight, and he did not dare to force it. He was also dissatisfied with his palms, covered with large and small wounds. Bei Shi was afraid that he accidentally broke his fingers, and he had to use **** to clamp the middle of the torn copper and iron. With a crisp sound, I easily broke the knife, breaking it cleanly into two parts from the handle.

Then he bowed down, picked up the child, and went to the deep mountains.

How did such a small thing die at a pinch struggle so many days? no one knows.

Bei Shi walked very smoothly, and there was almost no sound under his feet. He was carrying a small back basket full of herbs.

His shape in the adult orc seems to be relatively thin, if not because of the less obvious beast pattern on the back of his hand, it almost looks like a gentle doctor Asian beast. There were inconspicuous fine lines in the corners of his eyes, and coarse sackcloth rolled up cuffs and trouser legs casually. His long hair was tied neatly behind him. It looked like there was nothing more special than a few downcasts.

However, on this step-by-step crisis in Yufeng Mountain, he walked as if walking in a quiet court, walking towards a small wooden house halfway up the mountain, and the monsters and beasts rising and falling in the forest seemed like little ghosts to avoid the evil beasts. In the same way, nothing but the sound of animals fleeing from the small shrubs around, didn't dare to make headway.

Including the two-headed snake that dominates the mountain.

When Chang An wakes up, it's already over ten days.

He never woke up again, Bei Shi had planned to throw him out. A man has never seen such a troublesome child. He has a high fever after wave, and finally managed to lower the temperature for him. After a while, he burned again.

When he had a fever, Changan limped around in the bed unconsciously, rolling himself into a crouched shape, and holding his chest tightly, as if out of breath, and unconsciously made a fragile whine in his mouth, I do n’t know if it was Coma still asleep and had a nightmare.

Even sometimes, Chang'an will shed tears without warning. He shed tears very strangely, without saying a word, no one else can detect it, but when he touches it with his hands, he can feel it on the pale face. Wet.

Looks pitiful.

This allowed Bei Shi to have a little pity for him in addition to his curiosity.

As soon as Chang An opened his eyes, he knew that he was no longer in the woods. He was in a small wooden house with the mysterious middle-aged man he was looking for, who was facing his back and seemed to be dozing against the window. .

So ... found it?

Chang'an blinked blankly, almost unbelievable.

Bei Shi didn't look back, but felt it as soon as the child opened his eyes, and muttered, "Small things, the bones aren't working, it's a bit of luck."

He stood up and stretched his arms, glanced at Chang'an, went out for a while, and broke in a large bowl, which contained porridge made from malt wheat. I didn't know what to put, it was dark.

"Let's eat." Bei Shi put the big bowl aside.

Changan didn't want to think about it. He picked up the bowl and almost didn't hold it-he couldn't eat **** his wrist, it was soft and he was busy holding it with both hands. Then he sipped it with a big mouthful, there was a smell in the porridge. Strange taste, taste it carefully, but it doesn't seem to be smelly, but like some kind of very heavy herbs, but this is a porridge, much better than those carrion and half-ripe fruits in the forest.

Bei Shi knows the smell of the herbal medicine, and he is ready to sit tightly and force him to eat it. Who knows that this little thing is like some Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass mountain seafood, after a while, it turned out that Drank the big bowl skyward.

Chang An lowered the bowl and sat down painfully for a while-eating too much.

But he didn't want to spit it out, and he was ready to swallow it back if the food turned up. It ’s his, and others do n’t want to see it again.

Strange, do n’t children all like to eat sweets? Bei Shi thought about this little thing and thought: It turned out to be a little freak.

He didn't get the time to communicate with the little freak. The two of them stared at each other for a while, and the herbal medicine's effect broke out. Changan fell down and fell asleep. A little ruddy.

Bei Shi reached out his hand curiously, and poked Chang'an's face carefully, soft and fine-skinned, he felt wonderful, as if this little thing was not the same as himself.

However, Bei ’s curiosity disappeared after Changan was able to run and jump. He was almost annoyed by this little thing. Whether he was eating, drinking, or solving other problems, he could see this little thing. The **** followed him.

Moreover, he lived like a myna, and tossed and spoke only one sentence: "I want to learn the sword."

Finally, Bei Shiren was intolerable, and he shouted at him with a hopping foot: "Learn the sword and the sword! Can you say something else? Why should I teach you? You can't learn it again!"

"I can learn." Chang'an raised his head and stared at Bei Shi with his big grape-like eyes, roaring around his neck as Bei Shi said, "I want to learn the sword!"

Bei Shi said with patience: "You are an Asian beast. Why not learn how to be a carpenter? How to settle accounts for others? It ’s really impossible to be a doctor ..."

Chang'an: "I want to learn the sword."

Bei Shi continued to say bitterly: "What's the use of learning the sword? You see, I learned. I still have to eat and drink Lazar every day. I have no money and no power. I do n’t even have a beautiful wife. What are you doing so persistently? "

Chang'an: "I want to learn the sword."

Bei Shi scratched his hair in pain and asked, "Can you hold the knife?"

Chang'an "brushed" and pulled out a small adult-slap knife and showed it to Bei Shi.

Bei Shi: "..."

He paused for a moment and asked, "Where did you get it?"

Changan said calmly: "In the small house next to your yard, I can only take this now, but I will grow up, and when I grow up, I can pick up the largest one."

Bei Shiyi laughed, raised his eyebrows and looked at him and said, "Sabre? Do you still want to play Sabre? You really ... think too much and it won't grow tall."

Chang'an stared at his eyes, bulging, and the little cheeks bulged up. It was fun, and Bei Shi could not help but poke a few sloppy hands.

Then he squatted down, curled up as hard as possible, and very hard to lower his sight to a level with Chang'an, rudely grabbed Changan's hair, and successfully caught the child's hair out of the shape of a bird's nest. .

The man smiled mildly and happily, but the words he said were very cold. He asked: "Little silly hat, you said, I am doing well alone, why should I keep such a small burden on you? On this Yufeng Mountain The eagle wolf is the weakest thing that can almost toss you to death. You can't even chop firewood. What can you do? "

Chang'an glanced at him for a moment and thought about it. He took it as an entry exam, so he thought very seriously for a long time, and then said to Bei Shi: "You teach me the knife, I can With a knife to chop wood for you, I can hunt and eat meat for you. "

"Yeah, you're not stupid." Bei Shi straightened up and stood up, almost amused him, "I also know that I will eat and give money afterwards."

Chang'an looked at him for a while, a little hesitant, wondering if his answer had passed.

"You're only a little older. Isn't it a good idea to live well? Why do you want to fight these murderous weapons?" Bei Shi said this, looking at Chang'an shaking his head, as if ready to walk away.

Chang'an was anxious, but he opened his mouth, but he was always clumsy and he didn't know where to start.

However, at this moment, a small key in the depths of the memory suddenly popped up—he didn't know where he heard the song from, nor did he remember who sang it, but the tone seemed to be engraved in his soul. The same, has been there all the time, with the smell of blood, rancidity and vastness.

"True gods fall, Lun often dies, and whispers, man can be an animal."

The child's immature voice hummed a nonsense song, and the singing child didn't seem to understand what it meant, but he bit it word by word, which was ridiculous, but Bei Shi suddenly stopped.

"The swordman whistled, the herbivore ran, rushed, scrupulously ..."

"Who taught you this?" Bei Shi turned around, the hippie smile on his man's face disappeared, his eyebrows and good eyes disappeared, showing a little gloomy sword-like spirit, but the voice was very soft, "Child, who taught this your?"

Chang'an shook his head blankly, he couldn't remember.

Bei Shi looked at him for a while, noticed the red line hanging on his neck, so he picked it up with his fingers, and saw the dominoes that the old man hung on the child. It was very old and old, with the words "Chang'an" written on the back , Carved a huge fangs on the front.

The man groaned for a while, and then asked, "So you are a Qinglong tribe? Why did you run here?"

Chang'an still looked at him blankly, apparently he didn't know what the "Qinglong Tribe" was, and he said, "It was Zheyan who brought me ... I don't know anything else."

"Zheyan? Where is this philosopher?"

This time, Chang'an lowered his head and looked at the tip of his shoe blankly. After a while, he said lowly, "Zheyan is dead."

Bei Shi for a while-the child called that person's philosopher, not Ada. It can be seen that he is not a relative, a person who is not a relative, and left the tribe with a child to join another tribe. This child is obviously not For the little guy of unknown origin, he even got the blessing of the elder of the tribe and the only token of the old man.

Bei Shi can think of only their original tribe ...

He suddenly sighed heavily, glanced over the thick woods on Yufeng Mountain, and his expression was obscure. In this mountain, the morning and night were indistinguishable, and the sun and the moon were indistinguishable. In a blink of an eye, the outside world turned around alive.

Bei Shi, as if stroking a kitten, gently squeezed the child's neck and asked softly, "What's your name?"

"My name is Chang'an."