deceased

The young man looked at the bread in his hand, swallowed hard, and finally had to use strong willpower to force himself to look away. "No thanks, I'm not hungry."

goo goo goo...

All kinds of stomach sounds sounded like thunder.

The little magician was frightened and didn't know what to do with the bread.

Hansen reached out to take the bread, stuffed it into his mouth two or three times, and mumbled while chewing: "I happen to be hungry."

Those hungry eyes all fell on his bulging cheeks, his eyes were like wolves and tigers.

Hansen turned a blind eye and clapped his hands after eating.

They were probably sure that the piece of bread had fallen into his stomach, and it was impossible for him to jump out of his throat. Those people gradually withdrew their gazes and returned to their original indifferent expressions.

After the incident just now, neither the boy nor the little magician dared to speak.

The boy's body slowly returned to its original position, but was kicked out by someone.He lay on the ground, startled and terrified, his eyes looking behind him in panic.There was a group of people sitting there, and just a few minutes ago, he was one of them, but now it was obvious that he was abandoned.The group of people were looking at themselves with a hostile look.

"I..." He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know what to explain.He refused that piece of bread not out of nobility but out of selfishness.He knew that once he took the bread, he couldn't help but eat it.And he knows better that once he takes the bread, he has absolutely no chance of delivering it to his mouth.He knew those people too well. They might not have the guts to attack the new group of people who looked healthy and strong, but they would definitely not be polite to themselves.

He just didn't want to watch the food in his hand being taken away after being beaten, so he would rather put an end to that possibility.

But he's now paying the price for his pettiness.

The boy tried his best to lean towards them several times, but was kicked out without exception.

He was kicked so many times that even Hansen couldn't stand it.When he tried to squeeze towards them again, he reached out and grabbed his ankle, pulled hard, and pulled him beside him.

The boy looked at him in surprise, with a little fear in his eyes.

"Is it fragrant there?" Hansen asked.

The young man looked down at his hand grabbing his ankle, and slowly shrank his feet.

Hansen let go of his hand, "I'll sleep for a while, don't make noise."

The boy bent his legs, turned his head and carefully glanced at his former partner, and sat silently, as if agreeing with his current position.

Gregory looked at the boy and Hansen, and frowned almost invisible.Judging from the current situation, the necromancer should not intend to reveal his identity, which means that there is already a burden in the fleeing team.And he is still in the stage of "amnesia". Although he can let his instincts play a role at critical moments, he must not show too much fighting power.The little magician is only at the third level, so it is not easy for him to take care of himself, and he cannot be expected to help others.Then the only ones left to count on are Hayden and Hansen.It is not easy for such a team to escape, let alone adding a young man who may be too hungry to walk?Hansen's actions were too thoughtless.

In fact, Hansen also knew that he shouldn't take the boy under his wing, but when he thought that he was rejected by his companions because of himself and the little magician, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, especially seeing him working hard time and time again. , when it fails again and again.

He looked towards Hayden, quietly waiting for his reproachful gaze.

But Hayden just smiled, and continued to pat Mundra on the back lightly to lull him to sleep, who was lying on his lap.

Suddenly there was a heavy footstep outside.

The door was suddenly opened, and dazzling light came in.It is noon, when the sun is at its strongest.

It was a hunchbacked old man who came, carrying a dark wooden barrel in his hand, the contents inside were slightly reflective.As soon as he put the barrel on the ground, Hayden and the others felt that the atmosphere in the room was different.

Those people stood up and stared at the wooden barrel in front of the old man with the hungry eyes they had just looked at the bread.

The old man said: "Hurry up."

Someone in the group yelled, "Whose turn is it today? Don't grab it."

This sentence was like a curse, and most of the people were beaten, only a small half of them rushed forward, including the young man.

But just as the young man reached into the barrel, he was slapped and exhaled.

The people who slapped their hands were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs, and they had no strength, so the young man stood up again, and was about to charge forward, when a voice from among the group shouted: "They want to run away! They want to run away!" To escape!"

The word "escape" stimulated the guard's nerves like a needle.

The guard standing at the door rushed in immediately and said sharply, "Who wants to escape?!"

Although many people did not agree with this behavior of betrayal, at this time, they still pointed their fingers at Hayden and others tacitly at the same time.

Trembling with fright, the boy crawled to the side on all fours, but was kicked back to Hansen.

The guard looked at Hayden and the others, holding the handle of the knife, full of murderous intent, "Are you going to run away?"

"Yes, they still want that tall man to lure you away so that they can escape." The former informant shouted in a sharp voice.

The guard stared at Hansen and asked viciously, "Is there such a thing?"

"Of course not." Hansen denied it.

The guard tightened his lips, suddenly pointed at him and Mundra lying on Hayden's lap, and said, "Get up, you two! Follow me."

Hayden paused with his hand on Mundella's back, and slowly raised his head.

Among such a group of unkempt people, Hayden was very conspicuous.Blonde hair that is more dazzling than the sun, blue eyes that are deeper than the sea, and a handsome face recognized by the whole continent.

The guard froze for a moment, then suddenly smiled wretchedly and said, "Come here with the person on your lap."

Mundra opened his eyes in displeasure, and sat up slowly.

Hayden gently brushed aside the bangs on his forehead and said, "Did it wake you up?"

Mundella rubbed his eyes, "Let's go?"

Hayden smiled and said, "Okay."

As they spoke, they really stood up and walked outside.

Hansen and others quickly followed behind.

The guard pointed at Gregory and the little magician and shouted, "I will only let the three of them go! You stay!"

Gregory said: "We are together."

The guard said, "So what?"

"It's not good." Hayden suddenly had a sword in his hand, and gently wiped the necks of the two guards, and then watched with a smile as they fell on their backs in a pool of blood sprayed from their throats.

The sudden change stunned everyone who was scrambling for the rice milk in the barrel.

The old man who delivered the barrel screamed and rushed out scrambling.

Hayden picked up Mundella in one hand, held a sword in the other, and rushed out like an arrow.

Hansen pulled up the boy and followed them.

Gregory and the little magician were the last wave.

The guards of the house must have been at ease for too long, and it wasn't until Hayden rushed to the street that they realized it, chasing after them one by one.

Hayden paused for a second in the street, then turned and galloped west.

Gregory caught up and said loudly, "You're going the wrong way."

Hayden said without turning his head, "There are heavy guards there."

Gregory asked, "Where are you going?"

Hayden said: "A safe place."

Gregory looked up at the road in front of him.

A blue castle gradually enlarged in sight.

……

He didn't think it was a good idea to deliver it at all.Thinking about it, Gregory still ran forward quickly.

The little magician stopped suddenly and threw a few water balloons back.

The power of the water polo is weaker than imagined, a golden light strikes over, almost splitting the little magician in half!

The little magician was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he watched helplessly as he was enveloped by the golden light. Immediately, a long sword stood in front of him, resisting the threat of the golden light at a distance of three centimeters.

The golden armor held a spear and looked at Hansen coldly.

Hansen said to the little magician: "You go first."

The little magician took a breath, and found that his legs felt a little bit, and immediately staggered and chased in the direction Hayden left.

At this time, the silver armor and the guards finally caught up.