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The next second, a terrifying loud noise suddenly came from outside the lane!

"Boom!"

Thyls was shocked. 35xs

It sounds like someone hit the wall...

A messy uproar came from the other side of the wall.

"No, this bastard..."

"Grivor, you are here—"

"Copy guy..."

But it's not over yet.

"Boom!"

There was another muffled sound, which sounds like a fist and fist!

The crisp sound of bone cracking, accompanied by a cry of pain.

"Damn it, give me him...ah--"

"Huh!" This time it was the sound of a knife cutting into the flesh!

"This son of a bitch..."

"Clap!"

This time there was an explosion like bones cracking.

"Ah ah ah--"

"Fuck, how did he do it—"

"Kill him for me ah ah-"

The continuous screams of the crowd sounded from outside the lane, and Thales who was in the audience became more and more nervous.

What happened?

"Where's the flying knife? Use the flying knife to deal with..."

The chaotic crowd began to look hysterical.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Boom!"

There was another dull sound of the human body landing, which cut off the stern sound.

"Hurry up and give the knife--"

"Shit! Wow..."

Tyles' heart jumped: He was unfamiliar and familiar with this sound-the arteries of the soldiers on the battlefield were cut, blood gushing, and swaying everywhere.

The voice of the crowd is getting more and more panic.

"No, no, wait a minute, we have something to say--"

"Boom! Hum!"

The deadly buzzing sounded again after another.

Thyls behind the wall was terrified.

The voice of the crowd is getting sparser.

"No, no, no, I'm just a runner—"

"Boom!"

Thyls was taken aback: The wall he was leaning against shuddered slightly, and it seemed that someone had been smashed over and dropped a lot of dust.

After this, the noise outside, whether it was a cry for help or a fight, was much less.

The last loud begging for mercy came from crying:

"Don't, don't, whether it's tracking or catching you, it's their idea...I'm really not a group with them--"

But the next moment, a chilling, crisp sound rang out:

"Lola!"

Tyles closed his eyes: He also recognized the voice.

It was the sound of the neck being twisted abruptly.

After more than a dozen thrilling loud noises, there was finally silence behind the low wall.

The chaos outside seems to have subsided.

Tyles opened his eyes solemnly and carefully, holding his breath.

No way?

In the terrifying silence, there were only two breaths left behind the tunnel.

A calm, heavy, slightly gasping.

A panic, anxious, rapid frequency.

Even if the power of Hell River’s sin was urged to the maximum, he could not hear the breathing of other living creatures.

Only... two people left?

Tyles closed his mouth in astonishment.

In a few seconds.

The rude male voice that didn't sound for a long time, accompanied by a muffled hum, came again:

"Huh, **** supernatural player, he just thought he had some tricks and he was going to go crazy--ah, it hurts."

There was a sneer, like a blade being pulled out of flesh and blood.

Chang Dang—the sound of metal falling to the ground.

With this sound, another breathing behind the wall became more erratic.

"You, you, you, grid, grid, Grive, old, old, boss, me, me, me, I am not..."

The voice was shaking.

In response, Grivo's faint sneer came: "Huh, a dozen people."

"Can't even do a handicapped person in a wheelchair."

"I feel ashamed for you."

Thyls frowned tightly: What is it?

A dozen or so, and there are supernaturalists, they are all...

The only cry left is too scared to speak.

"Hey."

But Greveo’s next words made him breathe:

"Lucky you, little man, I need a tongue to spread the word..."

The owner of the trembling voice seemed to have figured out the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly slowed down.

The next second, he hurriedly said out, feeling like weeping with joy: "Dang, of course! Boss Grive, you say, whatever I say..."

"Humph." Grivor snorted, and forced the survivors back with their flattering and trembling voices.

In the breathtaking silence, listening to the atmosphere of Thales in the corner, he didn't dare to take a mouthful.

Obviously, the person behind the wall is a dangerous character.

"Listen well, scum."

Greevo's rough and unpleasant voice slowly sounded: "Do you think that threats and violence can force me to subdue?"

"You know, Ullad spent more than ten years and tried his best. In the end, he even pulled the military crossbow from the black sand collar, but he still failed to kill Laozi..."

Grivor's voice has a rare ferocious feeling: "Huh, let alone missing legs and eyes..."

"Even if Laozi can't speak, can't see, his limbs have rotted, and he's been paralyzed since then," the rude soldier's voice is low, but his words are like iron: "I can also jump out of the bed with his teeth and take you one by one... …"

"Chew into pieces."

Slap!

There was an exclamation sound behind the wall.

Tels felt: The survivor was picked up by Greve.

"Do you think it's terrifying for the meteorites to run wild in the city and go crazy? Ha," the rude man's voice sounded more and more terrifying: "When you provoke Grivor, you will know... …"

"That dead face who only knows how to behead his head is so gentle and gentle."

Thyls heard that terrified breath, accompanied by the gurgling of the upper and lower teeth.

"Pass the words back," Grivo said coldly:

"I may not be able to protect my territory, my brother."

"But I can hold a grudge."

"From today on, anything happens on my site, I mean anything, such as the little girl at the door who lost the doll, for example, the dog in my neighbor’s bowl lost a piece Bones..."

"I will remember it all on you."

Hum, uh, uh.

Like the sound of an index finger tapping his forehead hard.

The trembling breath was already shaking.

"You better pray that the shield area and the hammer area are safe and prosperous, otherwise..."

"In return...I will live life to tear each of you, no matter where he hides, no matter how high his status is."

"Just like you see it."

Plop!

The sound of a human body falling to the ground came.

"Go away," Grivor said slowly, his voice frosty.

In the next second, in the extremely fast trembling breath, a panicking footstep rustled, turning over countless sundries along the way, and there was a lot of friction between clothes and the ground.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Behind the wall, Thales let out a quiet breath.

Fortunately, he only felt that his heartbeat was a little fast: it was over.

Now, just wait for the wheelchair to leave...

"Hey!"

The rude male voice sounded again.

It's more lazy.

"The one who listens to the corner," Griveaux's low voice came into Thales' ears clearly and unmistakably:

"How long will you hide?"

Thyls felt a little cold inside.

What?

He touched his stiff neck, raised his head dullly, and looked at the low wall that shielded him tightly.

Calm down.

Calm down, Thales.

With luck, the prince pursed his lips: Maybe it wasn't me?

"Hmph. Flash Dance Novel Network"

"Don't pretend, that guy behind the wall," Griveau seemed to squeeze his fist, and a terrifying crackle came: "Is it fun to watch the excitement?"

"Hey, wait for me to catch you, you won’t be so lucky."

The prince closed his eyes, full of helplessness.

Thyls took a deep breath.

Think about the good things, Thales.

It's late at night, this is the almost abandoned shield area, that guy--he can't be the one who happened to be here for a walk.

Furthermore, I just heard this Griveaux say that he should have traveled alone and was surrounded by opponents in this place.

And coming to this place specially at night shows that...

Tyles adjusted his breathing, used that reason to convince himself over and over again, and then stepped forward resolutely.

Went out of the narrow alley.

The cold wind blows, and the exaggerated temperature difference between day and night in the North makes Thales cringe.

Outside the laneway, a scene of a dilapidated shield area appeared in front of him.

But what really caught his attention was the mess in front of him.

Tyles stared blankly at this scene in the night: a dozen corpses lying motionless on the ground or sticking to the wall, in different poses, their expressions frozen at the last moment, or horror, or fear, or Angrily.

Some of them have deformed hands and feet, some of their bodies are bent, and some even have internal organs flowing out of the ground, which are particularly hideous and weird against the backdrop of the dark night and the bright moon.

Several torches fell weakly on the ground, burning stubbornly, barely providing some lighting.

Tyles slipped: He accidentally stepped on a pool of blood.

It's almost like a wild slaughterhouse.

In this scene where people can’t help holding their breath, Thales swallowed desperately and saw the only one still alive: a strong man sitting on the ground, silently bandaging his shoulders. Department of wounds.

Through the faint firelight and moonlight, Thales could see the greatest feature of the opponent at a glance: He has no legs.

Rolfe's legs are as far as the knees anyway, but the rough man in front of him, his trousers below half of his thighs are empty, and his pants are tied in two knots, indicating his past misfortune.

Thyls frowned slightly.

The man named Grivo snorted coldly. He bit the cloth used for dressing and lifted his head hard: "Say, come here late at night, are you Nicolai, Ullad, or something else? Someone sent...Huh?"

Greevo's eyes were puzzled.

Through the light, Thales unsurprisingly saw his front face: In Grivo's left eye socket, there was nothing but a dark hole.

And there is only a round hole in his short hair where it should be his left ear.

It looks like the ear has been cut off by the root.

Thyls froze.

"A little kid?"

The strong man frowned, wondering.

While talking, Griveau used his left hand with only three fingers to pull up one corner of the cloth strip, bit the other corner in his mouth, and his right hand slammed on the ground, helping only half of his rickety body to maintain balance. Destined to wound himself.

A faint sadness arose in Thales' heart.

This person...

There are only "half" people left.

"Hey! Don't be distracted, boy!"

Tyles' complexion changed, he recovered and scratched his forehead: "Actually, I am almost fourteen years old..."

"It's really a child," Greve shook his head and snorted, "Why, is child labor popular? Tsk tsk, people nowadays, why are they so cruel."

Cruel?

Looking at Griveau sitting in the middle of the corpses, Thales could only repay with a helpless smile.

Grivor's face is flat, but his nose is high, and his face is full of untreated stubble, which makes people suspect that he had cut it out with a knife.

I saw him bandaging the wound and grabbing his left hand back, and there was a rolling sound of friction in the dark.

A wooden wheelchair was pulled by the man.

Grivor bit his teeth, fixed the wheelchair on the edge of a protruding stone slab, grasped the arm of the chair with his left hand, and firmly supported the ground with his right hand.

He propped up half of his body from the ground, and tremblingly leaned toward the wheelchair, trying to get into the wheelchair.

Tyles moved in his heart, watching his strenuous movements, and was about to step forward to help.

But the next moment, Grievous shot him back with a motion: the strong man snorted, his powerful right arm seemed to explode with infinite power, and he slammed on the ground!

The next second, the rude man steadily rose into the air.

The steps that Thales had just taken out abruptly stopped.

As the wheelchair trembles, Griveaux falls in without error.

Grivor in the wheelchair leaned back, exhaled comfortably, and glanced contemptuously at the corpses on the floor, revealing a cold smile.

At this moment, Thales suddenly realized that even though the opponent looked handicapped, he even had only half of his body left.

But there is no doubt.

The man in front of him is one of the strongest and toughest fighters he has ever seen.

Just now.

A female voice that hadn't been heard for a long time passed in a trance in his ear.

Gentle, light, but with a trace of uncompromising stubbornness.

It's her.

It's her.

But who is she?

He reached out subconsciously.

But he caught nothing.

Leave nothing but blank.

"Hey!"

"This can be distracting," Griveaux pushed the wheelchair in front of him, looked up and down Thales, and nodded his head with suspicion: "You...you're not brain-dead, right?"

Thyls was taken aback, flashing back the memory of the sudden appearance to the depths of his mind.

Grivor squeezed his right fist and made a crisp sound.

This voice made Thales nervous.

He tried his best not to look at the corpses around him, and forced a reluctant smile.

Concentrate, now...

Tyles took a deep breath, trying to make himself look friendly.

Putila said--smile, smile, smile when facing the connector.

The prince opened his big white teeth and looked at the man in the wheelchair: "So, you are the person Putila said?"

Grivor frowned and replied loudly: "Who?"

Tyles was startled by the unpleasant loud voice.

"Putila, uh, that's that..." Thales tried to keep a smile, spitting out a lingua franca close to the standard accent of the North:

"The strange man smoking a pipe?"

Grivor blinked his remaining eyes and scratched his chin in the moonlight.

He opened his mouth impatiently, and asked loudly but vaguely:

"What did you say?"

Thyls's heart trembled.

Not really.

"Or, maybe there is someone, he may not be called Putila, maybe he uses a pseudonym, he may not necessarily smoke, he should not have time to smoke these days..." Thales danced and tried to construct My own language, while slandering Putila’s unreliability:

"He asked you to give someone...you know, at this time, give someone, give someone..."

Thyls waved his arms, shook his head lightly, and looked expectantly at Grivew who seemed to have not yet entered the situation: "Give him..."

"At this time? Take someone..." The rude man squinted his eyes, rolling his eyes, thinking slightly.

I saw him tentatively asking: "You mean... shipped out of the city?"

Thyls' eyes lit up and snapped his fingers: "Yes! That's it!"

Grivor fell silent.

The man in the wheelchair looked at him silently for several seconds.

Tyles felt a little hairy.

Until...

"Oh oh oh!"

Grivor's face changed and he slapped his head!

This brawny man suddenly realized his face, and pointed his right finger at Thales: "So it's you!"

God bless.

Tyles exhaled!

He just felt that a rock in his heart fell to the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Thyls slapped his thigh, only to find that the negotiation just now was so difficult, he smiled hardly: "It's me, haha, hello... hey, uh, what's the name?"

"Hmm..." Grivor squinted his eyes and continued to look at him, making a deep guttural noise.

The hairy feeling in Thales' heart came up again.

"Grevo," a second later, the rude man laughed, showing his big yellow teeth, and reaching out his right hand:

"Drew Greve."

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief again.

Fortunately, this connector looks better to talk...

He stretched out his right hand with lingering fear, and shook Griveo's palm: "So..."

Just now.

"Boom!"

Thyls, who hasn't reacted yet, only felt a heavy right hand, a pain in his neck, and his vision shook suddenly!

A majestic force erupted from Grivo's right palm, pulling Thales out of balance and slamming in Grivo's direction!

"Caught you!"

Grivor's happy laugh came from his ears.

"Hahahaha, want to get out of the city in secret? Hey, you are the kidnapped little prince of stars?"

Grivor's rough laughter grew louder, and Thales' ears were aching.

What's going on...?

Tyles, who had difficulty breathing, tried to open his eyes, but was horrified to find that he had been clasped his hands from behind by Grive in the wheelchair!

The latter's left arm was wrapped around the prince's neck, and the iron-like muscles on his arm were like a cage, and the prince with his back to the man was bound to death in Grivo's arms.

"Whether it is underground or official, the entire Longxiao City is going crazy for you-I was the most annoyed about these things, and I didn't want to take care of them, but you actually came here by yourself! Hahahaha..."

No.

No!

The crime of the prison river surged instantly.

Tyles gritted his teeth and tried to break free, only to find that his struggle was in vain: Grievous only relied on his powerful right hand and abdominal muscles to hold his arms firmly on his back.

It's no use.

Starting from being hooped into his arms by Greve, he has lost his best position to exert force.

Under the confinement of the opponent, he couldn't even touch the jagger.

"Guess what, what price is the Palace of Valorian willing to give me?"

Grivor's laughter was a bit hideous and smug: "Damn, in the afternoon, how many things that dead man's face smashed in my site, this time he must pay out the shit!"

Grivor's left arm suddenly used force!

Thyls only felt his head tilted back, and a bright moon and starry sky appeared in front of him.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be the Palace of Valor. At this moment, many people want you." Griveo's hands became stronger and stronger, and the laughter from behind his ears was filled with excitement. : "Let me think about it, do I need one thousand gold coins or two thousand gold coins? Tsk, will it be a bit more?"

Tyles' face was gradually reddening, and only felt that his neck became more and more uncomfortable: Grivor's left arm hooked his neck, pressing Thales' trachea without resistance.

The strength was so great that the prince felt that even his back was about to be pressed into Greve's chest.

This guy...

Why so hard!

The prince who was breathing hard tried his best to lift his right leg and stepped down desperately!

But the pain in his feet told him: He could only barely step on the floor and hit the hardwood of the wheelchair.

Tyles remembered sadly now that Grivo had no legs.

"Otherwise, something else will do, you have to be more careful about this..."

Tyles' vision began to blur with his breathing.

Soon, in the starry sky in front of him, many "Venus" that only he could see appeared.

No.

Can’t go on like this.

He desperately inhaled a little air, relying on the rich experience of being choked many times, closed his breath and stopped moving and consuming his energy.

Tyles flushed, forcibly forced a few voices from the trachea, like a gossamer: "You... are not... the connector..."

"Grivor..."

He was greeted by Griveaux's wanton laugh:

"Hahaha, that's the case! Connectors can make mistakes. It seems that your intelligence is very careless!"

During the dual torment of hypoxia and pain, Thales kept his final calm in desperation.

He has no time to blame Putila.

"Wait..."

Thyls twisted his face and squeezed out a few words in pain:

"Double!"

"For money, I will give you...double..."

Grivor was taken aback, then let out a cold snort.

"Shut up," the rude man looked unmoved. He chewed his teeth and said coldly: "Don't treat me as a fool..."

But his voice gradually weakened.

In the next moment, Thales only felt the pressure on his neck slightly loosened.

A breath of long-lost air, mixed with pain and friction, was sucked into his lungs.

The sound of teeth grinding behind the ears, and Grivor's unpleasant but slightly moved voice: "Hey, boy..."

Just listen to this rude man swallowing slowly and whispering:

"Really...double?"

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The next second, a terrifying loud noise suddenly came from outside the lane!

"Boom!"

Thyls was shocked. 35xs

It sounds like someone hit the wall...

A messy uproar came from the other side of the wall.

"No, this bastard..."

"Grivor, you are here—"

"Copy guy..."

But it's not over yet.

"Boom!"

There was another muffled sound, which sounds like a fist and fist!

The crisp sound of bone cracking, accompanied by a cry of pain.

"Damn it, give me him...ah--"

"Huh!" This time it was the sound of a knife cutting into the flesh!

"This son of a bitch..."

"Clap!"

This time there was an explosion like bones cracking.

"Ah ah ah--"

"Fuck, how did he do it—"

"Kill him for me ah ah-"

The continuous screams of the crowd sounded from outside the lane, and Thales who was in the audience became more and more nervous.

What happened?

"Where's the flying knife? Use the flying knife to deal with..."

The chaotic crowd began to look hysterical.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Boom!"

There was another dull sound of the human body landing, which cut off the stern sound.

"Hurry up and give the knife--"

"Shit! Wow..."

Tyles' heart jumped: He was unfamiliar and familiar with this sound-the arteries of the soldiers on the battlefield were cut, blood gushing, and swaying everywhere.

The voice of the crowd is getting more and more panic.

"No, no, wait a minute, we have something to say--"

"Boom! Hum!"

The deadly buzzing sounded again after another.

Thyls behind the wall was terrified.

The voice of the crowd is getting sparser.

"No, no, no, I'm just a runner—"

"Boom!"

Thyls was taken aback: The wall he was leaning against shuddered slightly, and it seemed that someone had been smashed over and dropped a lot of dust.

After this, the noise outside, whether it was a cry for help or a fight, was much less.

The last loud begging for mercy came from crying:

"Don't, don't, whether it's tracking or catching you, it's their idea...I'm really not a group with them--"

But the next moment, a chilling, crisp sound rang out:

"Lola!"

Tyles closed his eyes: He also recognized the voice.

It was the sound of the neck being twisted abruptly.

After more than a dozen thrilling loud noises, there was finally silence behind the low wall.

The chaos outside seems to have subsided.

Tyles opened his eyes solemnly and carefully, holding his breath.

No way?

In the terrifying silence, there were only two breaths left behind the tunnel.

A calm, heavy, slightly gasping.

A panic, anxious, rapid frequency.

Even if the power of Hell River’s sin was urged to the maximum, he could not hear the breathing of other living creatures.

Only... two people left?

Tyles closed his mouth in astonishment.

In a few seconds.

The rude male voice that didn't sound for a long time, accompanied by a muffled hum, came again:

"Huh, **** supernatural player, he just thought he had some tricks and he was going to go crazy--ah, it hurts."

There was a sneer, like a blade being pulled out of flesh and blood.

Chang Dang—the sound of metal falling to the ground.

With this sound, another breathing behind the wall became more erratic.

"You, you, you, grid, grid, Grive, old, old, boss, me, me, me, I am not..."

The voice was shaking.

In response, Grivo's faint sneer came: "Huh, a dozen people."

"Can't even do a handicapped person in a wheelchair."

"I feel ashamed for you."

Thyls frowned tightly: What is it?

A dozen or so, and there are supernaturalists, they are all...

The only cry left is too scared to speak.

"Hey."

But Greveo’s next words made him breathe:

"Lucky you, little man, I need a tongue to spread the word..."

The owner of the trembling voice seemed to have figured out the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly slowed down.

The next second, he hurriedly said out, feeling like weeping with joy: "Dang, of course! Boss Grive, you say, whatever I say..."

"Humph." Grivor snorted, and forced the survivors back with their flattering and trembling voices.

In the breathtaking silence, listening to the atmosphere of Thales in the corner, he didn't dare to take a mouthful.

Obviously, the person behind the wall is a dangerous character.

"Listen well, scum."

Greevo's rough and unpleasant voice slowly sounded: "Do you think that threats and violence can force me to subdue?"

"You know, Ullad spent more than ten years and tried his best. In the end, he even pulled the military crossbow from the black sand collar, but he still failed to kill Laozi..."

Grivor's voice has a rare ferocious feeling: "Huh, let alone missing legs and eyes..."

"Even if Laozi can't speak, can't see, his limbs have rotted, and he's been paralyzed since then," the rude soldier's voice is low, but his words are like iron: "I can also jump out of the bed with his teeth and take you one by one... …"

"Chew into pieces."

Slap!

There was an exclamation sound behind the wall.

Tels felt: The survivor was picked up by Greve.

"Do you think it's terrifying for the meteorites to run wild in the city and go crazy? Ha," the rude man's voice sounded more and more terrifying: "When you provoke Grivor, you will know... …"

"That dead face who only knows how to behead his head is so gentle and gentle."

Thyls heard that terrified breath, accompanied by the gurgling of the upper and lower teeth.

"Pass the words back," Grivo said coldly:

"I may not be able to protect my territory, my brother."

"But I can hold a grudge."

"From today on, anything happens on my site, I mean anything, such as the little girl at the door who lost the doll, for example, the dog in my neighbor’s bowl lost a piece Bones..."

"I will remember it all on you."

Hum, uh, uh.

Like the sound of an index finger tapping his forehead hard.

The trembling breath was already shaking.

"You better pray that the shield area and the hammer area are safe and prosperous, otherwise..."

"In return...I will live life to tear each of you, no matter where he hides, no matter how high his status is."

"Just like you see it."

Plop!

The sound of a human body falling to the ground came.

"Go away," Grivor said slowly, his voice frosty.

In the next second, in the extremely fast trembling breath, a panicking footstep rustled, turning over countless sundries along the way, and there was a lot of friction between clothes and the ground.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Behind the wall, Thales let out a quiet breath.

Fortunately, he only felt that his heartbeat was a little fast: it was over.

Now, just wait for the wheelchair to leave...

"Hey!"

The rude male voice sounded again.

It's more lazy.

"The one who listens to the corner," Griveaux's low voice came into Thales' ears clearly and unmistakably:

"How long will you hide?"

Thyls felt a little cold inside.

What?

He touched his stiff neck, raised his head dullly, and looked at the low wall that shielded him tightly.

Calm down.

Calm down, Thales.

With luck, the prince pursed his lips: Maybe it wasn't me?

"Hmph. Flash Dance Novel Network"

"Don't pretend, that guy behind the wall," Griveau seemed to squeeze his fist, and a terrifying crackle came: "Is it fun to watch the excitement?"

"Hey, wait for me to catch you, you won’t be so lucky."

The prince closed his eyes, full of helplessness.

Thyls took a deep breath.

Think about the good things, Thales.

It's late at night, this is the almost abandoned shield area, that guy--he can't be the one who happened to be here for a walk.

Furthermore, I just heard this Griveaux say that he should have traveled alone and was surrounded by opponents in this place.

And coming to this place specially at night shows that...

Tyles adjusted his breathing, used that reason to convince himself over and over again, and then stepped forward resolutely.

Went out of the narrow alley.

The cold wind blows, and the exaggerated temperature difference between day and night in the North makes Thales cringe.

Outside the laneway, a scene of a dilapidated shield area appeared in front of him.

But what really caught his attention was the mess in front of him.

Tyles stared blankly at this scene in the night: a dozen corpses lying motionless on the ground or sticking to the wall, in different poses, their expressions frozen at the last moment, or horror, or fear, or Angrily.

Some of them have deformed hands and feet, some of their bodies are bent, and some even have internal organs flowing out of the ground, which are particularly hideous and weird against the backdrop of the dark night and the bright moon.

Several torches fell weakly on the ground, burning stubbornly, barely providing some lighting.

Tyles slipped: He accidentally stepped on a pool of blood.

It's almost like a wild slaughterhouse.

In this scene where people can’t help holding their breath, Thales swallowed desperately and saw the only one still alive: a strong man sitting on the ground, silently bandaging his shoulders. Department of wounds.

Through the faint firelight and moonlight, Thales could see the greatest feature of the opponent at a glance: He has no legs.

Rolfe's legs are as far as the knees anyway, but the rough man in front of him, his trousers below half of his thighs are empty, and his pants are tied in two knots, indicating his past misfortune.

Thyls frowned slightly.

The man named Grivo snorted coldly. He bit the cloth used for dressing and lifted his head hard: "Say, come here late at night, are you Nicolai, Ullad, or something else? Someone sent...Huh?"

Greevo's eyes were puzzled.

Through the light, Thales unsurprisingly saw his front face: In Grivo's left eye socket, there was nothing but a dark hole.

And there is only a round hole in his short hair where it should be his left ear.

It looks like the ear has been cut off by the root.

Thyls froze.

"A little kid?"

The strong man frowned, wondering.

While talking, Griveau used his left hand with only three fingers to pull up one corner of the cloth strip, bit the other corner in his mouth, and his right hand slammed on the ground, helping only half of his rickety body to maintain balance. Destined to wound himself.

A faint sadness arose in Thales' heart.

This person...

There are only "half" people left.

"Hey! Don't be distracted, boy!"

Tyles' complexion changed, he recovered and scratched his forehead: "Actually, I am almost fourteen years old..."

"It's really a child," Greve shook his head and snorted, "Why, is child labor popular? Tsk tsk, people nowadays, why are they so cruel."

Cruel?

Looking at Griveau sitting in the middle of the corpses, Thales could only repay with a helpless smile.

Grivor's face is flat, but his nose is high, and his face is full of untreated stubble, which makes people suspect that he had cut it out with a knife.

I saw him bandaging the wound and grabbing his left hand back, and there was a rolling sound of friction in the dark.

A wooden wheelchair was pulled by the man.

Grivor bit his teeth, fixed the wheelchair on the edge of a protruding stone slab, grasped the arm of the chair with his left hand, and firmly supported the ground with his right hand.

He propped up half of his body from the ground, and tremblingly leaned toward the wheelchair, trying to get into the wheelchair.

Tyles moved in his heart, watching his strenuous movements, and was about to step forward to help.

But the next moment, Grievous shot him back with a motion: the strong man snorted, his powerful right arm seemed to explode with infinite power, and he slammed on the ground!

The next second, the rude man steadily rose into the air.

The steps that Thales had just taken out abruptly stopped.

As the wheelchair trembles, Griveaux falls in without error.

Grivor in the wheelchair leaned back, exhaled comfortably, and glanced contemptuously at the corpses on the floor, revealing a cold smile.

At this moment, Thales suddenly realized that even though the opponent looked handicapped, he even had only half of his body left.

But there is no doubt.

The man in front of him is one of the strongest and toughest fighters he has ever seen.

Just now.

A female voice that hadn't been heard for a long time passed in a trance in his ear.

Gentle, light, but with a trace of uncompromising stubbornness.

It's her.

It's her.

But who is she?

He reached out subconsciously.

But he caught nothing.

Leave nothing but blank.

"Hey!"

"This can be distracting," Griveaux pushed the wheelchair in front of him, looked up and down Thales, and nodded his head with suspicion: "You...you're not brain-dead, right?"

Thyls was taken aback, flashing back the memory of the sudden appearance to the depths of his mind.

Grivor squeezed his right fist and made a crisp sound.

This voice made Thales nervous.

He tried his best not to look at the corpses around him, and forced a reluctant smile.

Concentrate, now...

Tyles took a deep breath, trying to make himself look friendly.

Putila said--smile, smile, smile when facing the connector.

The prince opened his big white teeth and looked at the man in the wheelchair: "So, you are the person Putila said?"

Grivor frowned and replied loudly: "Who?"

Tyles was startled by the unpleasant loud voice.

"Putila, uh, that's that..." Thales tried to keep a smile, spitting out a lingua franca close to the standard accent of the North:

"The strange man smoking a pipe?"

Grivor blinked his remaining eyes and scratched his chin in the moonlight.

He opened his mouth impatiently, and asked loudly but vaguely:

"What did you say?"

Thyls's heart trembled.

Not really.

"Or, maybe there is someone, he may not be called Putila, maybe he uses a pseudonym, he may not necessarily smoke, he should not have time to smoke these days..." Thales danced and tried to construct My own language, while slandering Putila’s unreliability:

"He asked you to give someone...you know, at this time, give someone, give someone..."

Thyls waved his arms, shook his head lightly, and looked expectantly at Grivew who seemed to have not yet entered the situation: "Give him..."

"At this time? Take someone..." The rude man squinted his eyes, rolling his eyes, thinking slightly.

I saw him tentatively asking: "You mean... shipped out of the city?"

Thyls' eyes lit up and snapped his fingers: "Yes! That's it!"

Grivor fell silent.

The man in the wheelchair looked at him silently for several seconds.

Tyles felt a little hairy.

Until...

"Oh oh oh!"

Grivor's face changed and he slapped his head!

This brawny man suddenly realized his face, and pointed his right finger at Thales: "So it's you!"

God bless.

Tyles exhaled!

He just felt that a rock in his heart fell to the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Thyls slapped his thigh, only to find that the negotiation just now was so difficult, he smiled hardly: "It's me, haha, hello... hey, uh, what's the name?"

"Hmm..." Grivor squinted his eyes and continued to look at him, making a deep guttural noise.

The hairy feeling in Thales' heart came up again.

"Grevo," a second later, the rude man laughed, showing his big yellow teeth, and reaching out his right hand:

"Drew Greve."

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief again.

Fortunately, this connector looks better to talk...

He stretched out his right hand with lingering fear, and shook Griveo's palm: "So..."

Just now.

"Boom!"

Thyls, who hasn't reacted yet, only felt a heavy right hand, a pain in his neck, and his vision shook suddenly!

A majestic force erupted from Grivo's right palm, pulling Thales out of balance and slamming in Grivo's direction!

"Caught you!"

Grivor's happy laugh came from his ears.

"Hahahaha, want to get out of the city in secret? Hey, you are the kidnapped little prince of stars?"

Grivor's rough laughter grew louder, and Thales' ears were aching.

What's going on...?

Tyles, who had difficulty breathing, tried to open his eyes, but was horrified to find that he had been clasped his hands from behind by Grive in the wheelchair!

The latter's left arm was wrapped around the prince's neck, and the iron-like muscles on his arm were like a cage, and the prince with his back to the man was bound to death in Grivo's arms.

"Whether it is underground or official, the entire Longxiao City is going crazy for you-I was the most annoyed about these things, and I didn't want to take care of them, but you actually came here by yourself! Hahahaha..."

No.

No!

The crime of the prison river surged instantly.

Tyles gritted his teeth and tried to break free, only to find that his struggle was in vain: Grievous only relied on his powerful right hand and abdominal muscles to hold his arms firmly on his back.

It's no use.

Starting from being hooped into his arms by Greve, he has lost his best position to exert force.

Under the confinement of the opponent, he couldn't even touch the jagger.

"Guess what, what price is the Palace of Valorian willing to give me?"

Grivor's laughter was a bit hideous and smug: "Damn, in the afternoon, how many things that dead man's face smashed in my site, this time he must pay out the shit!"

Grivor's left arm suddenly used force!

Thyls only felt his head tilted back, and a bright moon and starry sky appeared in front of him.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be the Palace of Valor. At this moment, many people want you." Griveo's hands became stronger and stronger, and the laughter from behind his ears was filled with excitement. : "Let me think about it, do I need one thousand gold coins or two thousand gold coins? Tsk, will it be a bit more?"

Tyles' face was gradually reddening, and only felt that his neck became more and more uncomfortable: Grivor's left arm hooked his neck, pressing Thales' trachea without resistance.

The strength was so great that the prince felt that even his back was about to be pressed into Greve's chest.

This guy...

Why so hard!

The prince who was breathing hard tried his best to lift his right leg and stepped down desperately!

But the pain in his feet tells him: He can only barely step on the floor~IndoMTL.com~riding the hardwood of the wheelchair.

Tyles remembered sadly now that Grivo had no legs.

"Otherwise, something else will do, you have to be more careful about this..."

Tyles' vision began to blur with his breathing.

Soon, in the starry sky in front of him, many "Venus" that only he could see appeared.

No.

Can’t go on like this.

He desperately inhaled a little air, relying on the rich experience of being choked many times, closed his breath and stopped moving and consuming his energy.

Tyles flushed, forcibly forced a few voices from the trachea, like a gossamer: "You... are not... the connector..."

"Grivor..."

He was greeted by Griveaux's wanton laugh:

"Hahaha, that's the case! Connectors can make mistakes. It seems that your intelligence is very careless!"

During the dual torment of hypoxia and pain, Thales kept his final calm in desperation.

He has no time to blame Putila.

"Wait..."

Thyls twisted his face and squeezed out a few words in pain:

"Double!"

"For money, I will give you...double..."

Grivor was taken aback, then let out a cold snort.

"Shut up," the rude man looked unmoved. He chewed his teeth and said coldly: "Don't treat me as a fool..."

But his voice gradually weakened.

In the next moment, Thales only felt the pressure on his neck slightly loosened.

A breath of long-lost air, mixed with pain and friction, was sucked into his lungs.

The sound of teeth grinding behind the ears, and Grivor's unpleasant but slightly moved voice: "Hey, boy..."

Just listen to this rude man swallowing slowly and whispering:

"Really...double?"