Elf Dark Insect Master

Wutong's uninterrupted physical training over the past few years finally worked. Although there was no elf around him at this time, he suddenly started to move, opened his legs and strode over. .bxwz9.org

I saw him stretching out his hand and grabbing it, and accurately hooked the little girl who was bending down. However, the momentum was too fast and too fast. He could no longer control his body balance. He could only fall to the ground on his back, and fell with a thud. A solid sound.

boom!

Almost as soon as the little girl was picked up, the spark or fireball hit the original position of the wooden feather hairpin. Sparks flew everywhere, and some of them hit Wutong.

Not far away, Zi in the carriage curiously opened the corner of the curtain. Seeing this scene, Zi's breath suffocated, and her heartbeat skipped a beat as if struck by lightning.

The people watching the excitement all around also exclaimed, not expecting such an accident to happen.

But this accident did not stop the fight between the two elves and their master.

The Digger Rabbit came out of the hole and flew several mud balls into the air towards the Rocket Sparrow. The Rocket Sparrow was unable to dodge and was hit by all the mud balls. It let out a sharp whine and flew straight to the ground like a kite with its string cut off. It fell down with a loud snap, and I saw that I couldn't get up in a short time.

On this side, Wutong also helped the little girl lying on him to get up with the help of others. Then he stood up with the help of others' hands. He only felt some faint tearing pain in his back and inner thighs. There was no doubt that It was a sequelae of muscle tear caused by a sudden explosion, but he did not pay attention to his injury first, but looked at the little girl and asked: "Are you okay?"

The little girl was dressed in tatters, her face, arms and other parts were dirty, and she also had a peculiar smell. She was obviously a little beggar. Her hair was disheveled as if it were stuck together with mud spots, and there was only one small face underneath. A pair of clear eyes that are bright and distinct in black and white, but timid to look at people are revealed in the hair.

She didn't seem to have come back to her senses yet, she just stared at the young man with black hair and eyes. When he asked, she blinked slowly, nodded, and then shook her head. Her lips were just pursed, making it confusing. Know what you want to express.

However, the little girl made a move, which was to quietly move her feet back, trying to get back into the crowd again, unwilling to face the black-haired boy alone.

"Can't go!"

Wutong's hoarse voice sounded, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the little girl who was about to run, and looked at the people around him.

The people around, everyone who was seen by these eyes, looked at each other, and saw clearly the appearance of this black-haired boy, they all felt frightened in their hearts, and all the courage they had to say disappeared at this moment. .

This does not

It's not a domineering aura. First, it comes from the heart. The thoughts and emotions in the heart will be reflected on the person's facial expressions and body movements. Even just the visual appearance has power. For example, someone looks fierce and evil. It is scary, but it is not false; on the other hand, it is naturally because Wutong is a transcendent person. When his emotions fluctuate violently, his mental power, which is far more powerful than that of a strong man, will naturally emit stronger fluctuations, just like those nuclear Even if the materials do not have thoughts and feelings that harm or help people, their essence is to emit radiation to the surroundings and cause effects. The same is true for Wutong. When his mental power becomes stronger and stronger, if he does not control it at all times, then just by his side The people standing will be affected by his changes in consciousness and become puppets. Of course, if you want to reach this level, you will probably be able to defeat Chaomeng or Mew with your own body.

These people were unconsciously afraid and retreated. This was because Wutong's idea of ​​causing strong emotional fluctuations at this time was to tell these people to go away and stop disturbing what he wanted to do.

When the little girl was caught, she felt as if she was being held in an iron vise. She became frightened and twitched hard, but she didn't move at all and couldn't pull her hand away.

"Why are you running?"

Wutong asked her, but she didn't answer, she just kept avoiding his gaze.

"……never mind."

Wutong let go. He didn't know who was right or wrong in this matter. He only knew that the scene just now made him very unhappy.

The two people were having an elf battle on the street. This was not a problem. People around them consciously dispersed but did not stay away. They were watching the excitement. Is this also a problem?

The little girl may also be one of the spectators, but after the elf battle escalated, everyone felt that they were not far enough away and quickly retreated. In the process, the little girl dropped something and wanted to go back to pick it up, but she did not realize that the essence of the elf battle was What a dangerous thing, so is it her fault that she once again broke into the range of this dangerous battle?

Wutong thinks not, so whose fault is it?

Were those two young men and women at fault? But they were used to this way of life. For them, in their circle and world, this kind of thing was a matter of course. Even if a human life was lost, the fault was still the little girl's.

For example, now, the young woman who lost the fight was very unhappy and led people towards Wutong.

"What's going on with you two civilians! If you hadn't interfered with the battle, how could I have lost!" This young woman was wearing gorgeous clothes. There were two people standing next to her, one was a strong man and the other was wearing clothes. A much simpler woman.

Wutong let go of his hand and allowed the little girl to dive back like a swimming fish into the shelter of the crowd where she could feel safe, instead of around this strange young man.

He turned back suddenly with cold eyes, glanced at the young girl, and then glanced at the young man over there who was watching the show with his arms folded across his chest and elbows. He didn't know why, but he just felt very angry and felt that this shouldn't be the case.

Just like when he was only eleven years old and only a weak one-horned insect, he should not have accepted that kind of challenge, and that Abermora should not have challenged him, nor should he have accidentally burned his face and neck. , hands and voice, with a devil-like face. He was only eleven years old, a young man, and an orphan, without the care and understanding of his parents.

He has never understood what one hundred thousand alliance coins can do?

If you buy a small house worth tens of thousands, save some money on food and expenses, you may live for decades, but what about other things?

What would have happened to the boy who had his face burned back then if he hadn't been fused with the soul of an alien world and the life memory of another precious and rich person?

The burnt face and hands will make it impossible for him to understand interpersonal relationships at all. No one, let alone any girl, can ignore that terrible burned face and kiss him, and no girl can kiss that burned hand. It must be disgusting and weird to hold hands together that are invisible to the naked eye, and no woman can look directly at that burned face and neck for a long time without looking away, even if she is kind. The girl would also subconsciously look away, but that would only make the boy feel even more inferior and despair about life.

Therefore, Wutong could only put on a mask and gloves, deliberately control his pronunciation, and hide himself in the mask. Even if he was regarded as a weirdo by others, at least he could still get a girlfriend in the elf school.

If it were an ordinary boy, or if he was not here in today's accident, the little girl was hit by the sparks, burned, and her skin was scalded. For a girl's family, what would happen to her future life?

The two young men and women who initiated the battle between elves and accidentally injured passers-by seemed to be of high status. Will these two people also lose money?

How much compensation will be paid? In this era, is the compensation enough to allow a little girl to live a worry-free life for decades?

The little girl even received compensation, but can she keep it?

They won't think about it, they will just think that they will lose a little money and be done with it. People who are not in the same class as them are not even considered human beings. They are only labeled as "inferior" and don't even need to apologize, because they I simply think that these injured people are qualified to be equal to them.

If a normal person accidentally hurts a dog or a cat due to various accidents, such as injuring them with firecrackers or splashing them with colored paint that cannot be washed away, will he sincerely apologize to them?

"Come out."

Wutong opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse than usual, as if there was something blocked in his throat.

He thought he would be relieved after passing through Wenxi City and completing most of his revenge plan, but he didn't.

A burn in the past burned the future of a young child. He will never be able to live a normal life again in his life. Even if his face is healed, even if his voice is healed, a shadow will still be left in his memory.

I don’t know why, but when I saw several red lights coming out of the black-haired boy’s waist, whether it was the young girl, the people around her, or the young man not far away, they all suddenly had an innate intuition that it was dangerous!

"I'm tired of never knowing why you guys can't always think about other people, even a little bit, and be human?"

Wutong seemed to be talking to himself, and in his mind, he had already given orders to the elves through telepathy.

After hearing this command, the brown eyes of the wind speed dog were stunned for a moment, and then turned to look at these people, with a cold light that could be called cruel.

boom!

Without warning, flames overflowed from the corners of its open mouth, and within a second, a whirlpool of flames formed, surrounding the young woman and her companions in front of him.

The man over there was stunned when he noticed that the purple elf with smooth and gorgeous fur had the red bead crystal on its forehead dimly lighting up, and invisible super power fluctuations poured out, firmly restraining his movements.

Running far away, more than ten meters away, the little girl was watching all this on a slightly higher stone pier, and a voice suddenly sounded in her heart.

She saw the black-haired boy looking through the crowd and landing on her.

[Little girl, when you grow up and meet a lot of people, you will find that we will eventually become three types of people, either full of hope for people, or indifferent, and finally, like me, full of hope. disappointment. 】

Wutong laughed at himself, feeling that he was full of negative energy now, but looking at the young woman who was forced to scream and cry by the shrinking whirlpool of flames, her arrogance just now disappeared, and she felt extra happy in her heart.

He used his professional skills to conduct psychological analysis on himself, and believed that his outburst today was necessary. Everyone will have the generation and accumulation of negative emotions, and they must be released at intervals. This is beneficial to physical and mental health, such as Watching other people vent their emotions is another way.

If anyone, or if this was like The Truman World, a group of people were watching the scene where he vented his negative emotions on others, they would definitely feel that they were physically and mentally relaxed, and that they felt relieved.

But not far away, Zi was already confused.

What's the matter with this man?

Too elusive?

First, he sacrificed his life to save the little girl. She thought that this was really a moral saint boy.

But now it's like a demon setting fire, and he's still laughing?

Click!

Yang Xue used a little force, causing one of the young man's arms to break and bend more than ninety degrees.

Onlookers?

They dispersed further than before, and everyone ran dozens of meters away, hiding in nearby shops, hiding in alleys, and staying away from the street. No one found it interesting to watch the excitement.

Zi did not come over, and even asked the driver to stay away. She didn't know how things would develop, and she just hoped that she would not be dragged into the water.

[Liana, take them and hide them. I plan to use a special way to quickly integrate here. 】

Wutong asked the elves from the six opened elf balls around his waist to take their elf balls each, and handed over the responsibility of captain to Yang Xue, with Thorn as the supervisor, and then Liana used the power of phantom to let They hide nearby.

He is crazy, but not stupid.

After the incident broke out on the street, or at the same time as it broke out, several follow-up treatment plans have been initially determined to try to turn this bad thing into a good thing as much as possible.

He is a stranger from a foreign country. He breaks out in the street, sets fire and hurts people, and uses strange abilities to cause people to break off a hand. He will definitely attract attention.

In this way, Wutong felt that he was indeed a bit of a genius and would immediately be able to get in touch with the relatively high-status class in the city.

As for the intermittent crazy performance, Wutong felt that he was not surprised. He had shown it from time to time when he first completed the cultivation of thorns, conquered the big-billed bird in Viridian Forest, and then all the following, such as the time when he traveled to Return Island. Here, during the siege of the war, a man took a few elves and massacred an army of dozens of people three times in a row, because the corpses always found after the war were usually incomplete, and after three encounters, This mysterious man and his elves disappeared without a trace. At that time, they were also called "meteor-like demons".

Everyone has a dark side, but the dark side in Wutong's heart that was born from that flame has never disappeared and is still growing silently and healthily.