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Ma Bozhuo finally found a reasonable opportunity to show his face in front of Ma Ergu, but it was ruined by the little brat hiding in the crowd. How could he let it go and immediately looked at the crowd angrily.

"Who said that? Stand up!"

Maybe Ma Bozhuo's eyes didn't exactly fall on the person who spoke, but when he glanced at all the Ma family members, he already had his own guess in his heart.

Facing the silence of everyone, Ma Bozhuo did not feel surprised and just walked to the old house with a gloomy face.

Not long after, everyone heard a scream coming from the old house.

It's the kind of threatening sound a cat makes when it's in danger.

"Little Bei!"

Aunt Ma in the crowd suddenly heard a panicked cry from behind her. She turned around and looked at the man with stern eyes.

"Ma Boyue, that's your brother, how could you cheat him like this?"

Ma Ergu's words directly attracted everyone's attention. When they all turned their attention to Ma Bozhuo, they suddenly realized that the person who had hidden among them and provoked Ma Bozhuo was actually his brother.

The two brothers Ma Bozhuo and Ma Boyue played well when they were very young, but after they experienced a fire and Ma Boyue was rescued by Ma Bozhuo, everything changed.

He has been praised for his voice like a lark since he was a child, but after a fire, Ma Boyue was like an evil ghost struggling to crawl out of hell and trying to eat people. The sound just sounded in the Ma family's old house. He has already earned a reputation as someone who can stop children from crying.

"My brother? Haha..."

Facing Aunt Ma Er's question, Ma Boyue just sneered.

"Whose brother would throw his own brother into the flames and then take him out of the fire with his own hands after hearing enough of the screams?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was in an uproar.

The Ma family may believe in the wolf culture a little too much, but they still know how close they are to each other, and they still retain the minimum preferential treatment for their own family members.

Even Ma Ergu, who had experienced several changes in power in the Ma family, was shocked after hearing such a secret.

"It used to be my voice, but now it's my cat. Maybe my presence is an obstacle to him."

Ma Bo lowered his head more and more, his slightly longer hair hanging down smoothly, covering his face, so that no one could see his expression clearly.

Just judging from the emotion in his voice, Ma Boyue should be very sad at this time, maybe because of the sweet voice he once had, or maybe because he held and stroked the kitten with his own hands not long ago.

When Ma Bozhuo came out of the old house, he was holding a short knife in his hand, with a pile of rotten meat on the tip of the knife.

The furry little guy no longer had the vitality he once had. He was stuck motionless on the short knife. His tail that was hanging down was swaying with Ma Bozhuo's movements. The blood was dripping all the way from the old house to the back garden. It dripped all the way.

"You will know how powerful this fog is later."

Ma Bozhuo didn't care at all about the looks of fear on the faces of the tribesmen. After all, in his eyes, as long as he could make Aunt Ma happy, it was not certain who would be the leader of the tribe in the future.

"Look."

As Ma Bozhuo waved his long arm, the little guy on the tip of the knife was suddenly exerted a force and fell in the direction shrouded in thick fog.

Before the body landed on the ground, it made a faint sound just after it came into contact with the mist in mid-air, which attracted everyone's attention.

"What's that sound?"

Ma Ergu was just old, not deaf. She frowned and asked.

But at the moment, only Ma Bozhuo could answer this question for her. This man looked at Ma Boyue with a threatening look and did not pay attention to the situation on her side at all.

Seeing this scene, Ma Ergu sighed helplessly and had no choice but to cast her gaze in the direction of the back garden, staring at the poor little boy who was about to land.