MTL - Bestial Blade-Chapter 1 Changan

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Women scream only when they are not threatened or harmed by lethality.

Because extreme fear and despair can make people lose their voice.

The ragged old man curled up in the corner, his leg was bitten in the middle, and flesh and pus were mixed into a pool, giving off a pungent stench-maybe he was going to die.

But his eyes were astonishingly bright. Under the pigmented and wrinkled eyelids, the dark brown eyes glowed with strange and crazy light, and his gaze looked straight at the direction of the sky.

The night sky on this day was astonishingly clear, without any haze, and the galaxy was satin, running quietly, flowing slowly as before.

The old man grinned his dry lips, but pulled out a cold smile.

Less than ten steps away from him, a giant monster was raped / raped a woman.

Her chest was scratched by the beast's claws, and half of her body was soaked in blood, with waterfall-like black hair stuck to her red / naked body.

But she never made any sound except for the first scream that was husky as if the rusty metal was rubbed against the rough animal skin.

Maybe she is dead.

Who knows?

The old man slowly turned his head with a crazy and terrible smile, his eyes fell on the beast ... the entire tribe had fallen, and this was how they handled the prisoners of war, killed all the men, and took them He cut off his head and carried it on his back like a basket of rotten fruit. He roasted the child's body on a fire and collected corpse oil as a trophy. At last, women and even underage girls were left to enjoy.

The monster's face was scary, his eyes were red, the ugly body could not stop moving, and the sharp barbs on his claws could not help leaving a **** mouthful of blood on the woman, leaving saliva in his mouth, and uttering "snoring" Breathing with a stench.

The ugliness is evident.

The old man's dried eyes suddenly burst into tears, running down the ridged gully pattern of the corners of the eyes, turbid, he turned his head sharply, as if he could not bear to look any longer.

However, at this moment, he saw a pair of eyes not far from the bushes, staring at him with good eyes. The old man froze and recognized the baby.

The child's father or mother tried to protect him until the last moment of his life, hid him in thick bushes, and blocked the intruder's sight with his body.

This little guy was a little bit miserable. His mother was originally the most beautiful and powerful woman, but failed to give her children an equally healthy body, allowing him to be born early in the war between the two tribes. , Even sucking milk is strenuous, crying loudly, the chest will be scooped out of purple.

What a pity, a baby born after a long and difficult time is destined to be a little guy who does not live long.

And although he is a boy, he does n’t have a beast pattern, which means that he ca n’t transform the beast. They are also called Asian orcs, and their physical condition is not much better than that of a woman. Even if he grows up, he is destined to have no minimum fighting ability.

His parents didn't even have time to give him a name.

The old man felt very strange. Such a small child seemed to understand the adult's intentions, and quietly curled his delicate body into the deep bushes, watching it without a word, if it was not the black and white With big eyes, even the old man in the corner would not see him.

The old man laboredly put his hand into the uncoverable placket, took out a small domino, and threw it in the direction of the baby.

His motion alarmed the beast not far away, and the thing looked up at the old guy, and then the blood-red beast pupil showed indifferent contempt, and turned his eyes uninterestedly.

The old man made sure that he had not caught the attention of the beasts, and then carefully lowered his head again to see the baby.

He found that the little guy even stretched out his hand and hooked the domino with the finger that was almost unclear on the palm of his finger, probably because the roots had grown and his mouth felt itchy. The baby held the domino in his hands. For a moment, gut instinctively.

What a clever child, the old man's eyes flashed, but ... if only he could survive and grow up.

Then he forced himself to turn his eyes away, and burst out laughing with tears, the voice was old and hoarse, and sings the old-fashioned old-fashioned tune, like an old lunatic who walked into a stranger.

"True God falls, Lun often dies,

Woohoo, man can be an animal.

The swordman whistled, and the herbivore ran.

Go around, go around ... "

The claws tore open the night, and the old man's cold and sultry tune abruptly ended, leaving his head separated, leaving a broken body stubbornly standing there.

Unwilling to sting his head, finally landed on the muddy ground in the forest.

The last epilogue in his song seemed to be floating in the air, like a lingering soul.

The tall man wiped the blood off his hands, and the animal claws that had not had time to retreat suddenly grew on the arms of human muscle knots. The hard hair on the animal claws was stained with a little human flesh. Kicked away the old man's body, and said to the monster coldly, "Mu He, what are you still doing?"

The beast sobbed, and withdrew from the woman's cold body. The bones rang and slowly curled up. The armor-like hair on the body receded, but for a moment, it turned into a scar on the face and slightly oblique eyes. Man. As his eyes turned, the scarlet blood didn't seem to dissipate, and then a sinister smile appeared: "When will the victors ... be deprived of their little pleasure?"

The tall man's cold eyes glanced over the corpse of the woman who could not see the original appearance, and gave the other side a disgusted expression without concealing: "You are really disgusting-go quickly, the leader is counting the number, this is not the final goal, We are leaving. "

After the man finished, he turned around and issued a beast-like roar. He walked on the ground with his four feet and turned into a larger monster. Every step on the ground seemed to leave a deep footprint. Even the earth trembled.

"Pak Ya's dog." When the other party walked away, the man who called Mu He sank, took a sip, and exposed his slightly yellow teeth. His crooked eyes were full of killing. Then he turned around, as if a bit regretful, raised **** in front of him, and gave a light kiss to the woman's body, "Farewell, be careful of your liver."

The invaders left.

The night sky, which was still clear and long, seemed to be enveloped by a layer of dark clouds from afar. The stars were hidden one by one. The raindrops of beans suddenly fell from the air and soon formed next to the incomplete body on the ground. A little blood puddle.

Gradually become rash.

I don't know how long it took before a thin young man crawled out of the corpse pile. He had no beastprints on his hands, and it looked like a sub-beast in the tribe who did rough work and couldn't turn the beast.

He had no arm, with a bone-throbbing panic on his face, and shivered at all the corpses in a heavy rain.

Then he suddenly jumped from the ground like a neurotic, shaking everyone around him frantically, calling their names, but received no response.

The wound on Yashou's man's shoulder revealed faintly visible bones. He took a few steps and fell to the ground fiercely, facing the head of the old man's mud in the mud, facing the pale face, he finally endured Can't stop crying on the ground.

He felt that he was dying, and the heavy rain would bury him in there with his former neighbors and relatives.

He was just an Asian beast, so cowardly, he hid from the beginning of the enemy attack and saved a dog's life in the hands of the abominable enemy, but the cold raindrops on him were like those floating in the air and refused to The eyes of the departing people fell on him, full of contempt.

The man vomited violently.

Just as he was lying on the ground dying, suddenly, a weeping cry came from the bush. The sound was so small, like the sound of a kitten just waking up, but it burst into a man's ear like a thunder.

He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly did not know where the strength came from. He crawled up to the ground, using his only hand to cut open the corpses near the bushes, the **** branches and leaves, and then found them there. A little baby.

This little guy doesn't have the length of his forearm, he doesn't even have the weight of a puppy in his hand, and he is not as chubby and lovable as other children. Even his little face is dented because of malnutrition. There is no adulthood. The face of a man's palm is too big for the facial features to open, but only one pair of eyes is so big.

The child seemed to gather the strength of the whole body to make the cry, and the face was covered with abnormal bruises, and his breathing was too weak to feel.

The man was taken aback, and stuffed the child into his arms clumsily and awkwardly, blocking him from the pouring rain with his shoulders that were not wide, trying to retain the fragile life with the heat of his chest.

At this time, the baby dropped a small domino with a "snap", and the words "Chang'an" were engraved on it with a knife. The corners had been rounded and whitish by the previous master's numerous capricorns, which was very old. Already.

The man crouched on the ground, laboriously picked up the dominoes, and then hid the baby under a big tree. He bit his teeth through the thread on the dominoes, knotted it around the baby's neck, and covered the dominoes It became hot, and then carefully shoved it into the baby's chest.

He seemed to have accomplished an amazing thing, showing a bitter and relieved expression-ignorantly believing that the little old domino had any magical magic that would allow the **** of death to leave the child.

The man stumbled to his feet, as if stirred up by the dying survival desire, holding the baby, and quickly dipped into the dense jungle.

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