The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

The leading boy felt that the boy with purple pupils might have just been sent to the slums by the nobles in the city, so he looked chubby and didn't know what fear was.

It's time for a welcome ceremony unique to this small town, so that the pampered little waste knows that when they see them in the future, they will kneel in the corner and crawl around.

So the boy didn't waste his words, he directly raised the wooden stick, and swung it fiercely at the delicate and lovely cheek of the boy with purple pupils.

The wooden stick made a sharp sound in the air, but there was no expected muffled sound.

The boy with purple pupils leaned back casually, and the top of the wooden stick brushed past his nose without being hurt at all.

The boy was taken aback for a moment, he felt that he didn't show mercy just now, but the boy in front of him dodged the blow slowly.

He heard some of the brothers behind him laughing softly and then holding back their voices.

In order to save face, the boy didn't have time to find out who was laughing at him, but eagerly raised the wooden stick, and threw it down on the boy again like lightning!

There was a sound of "huh", and the stick emptied again.

What's even more hateful is that the boy didn't even move his feet back a step, but only tilted his head back a little bit, again allowing the stick to barely miss the tip of his nose.

This careless evasion was like a silent teasing of the young man.

The furious boy raised the wooden stick with both hands, stepped forward, smashed the boy with purple pupils crazily, and swung the stick out of a double image.

However, the boy flicked left and right unhurriedly, and finally pouted impatiently, turned around the young man struggling to swing his stick, and walked slowly towards the end of the street.

The moment Ilsa evaded the attack, no one could see clearly with the naked eye, and his movements after evading were very lazy, giving the illusion of slow movement in the eyes of the onlookers. Therefore, it was impossible to hit Ilsa. The young man seemed particularly slow and clumsy.

Bullying the little with the big, and clumsy like a piece of wood, finally a few brothers couldn't help laughing out loud at the sight in front of them.

"Laugh louder!" The boy turned around and roared: "You guys better be able to cry so loudly later!"

A group of teenagers immediately fell silent.

"Want to watch the fun? Hurry up and surround that little bastard!"

The boy gave an order, and a group of brothers turned around and chased after the mixed-race boy.

Ilsa glanced back, and immediately ran away.

The heads of many townspeople poked out from the windows of houses on both sides of the street. They watched the gang of villainous teenagers running past a childish-looking mixed-race boy.

As if they had seen the scene of the half-race boy dying tragically in a pool of blood, the soft-hearted townspeople put their hands together and began to pray for the little boy.

Amid unintelligible curses and prayers, Ilsa ran a few streets in confusion.

He couldn't understand the language of the people around him, and he watched for a long time just now and didn't understand why those people beat the old man with sticks, so he simply ignored him, but when he turned around and left, those people wanted to chase him with sticks for no reason .

Reason and judgment told Ilsa: "Don't waste time, go to Nuonuo."

But the fighting instinct of the dragon clan was questioning him: "Turn back? Don't dare to fight? Who is the most powerful little fat dragon?"

The quarrel between the two voices in his mind slowed down Ilsa's escaping pace. He put his hands in the trouser pockets that Hino sewed for him and clenched them tightly into fists.

"Ilsa, we dragons are the creatures with the most powerful fighting power, but our power should be used to protect innocent people, not to fight fiercely. If someone is angry with you, you have to be patient to understand why he is angry with you , to reflect on whether you have made any mistakes, and avoid fighting as much as possible. If the other party wants to hurt you for no reason," Liu Guang once taught Ilsa with such gentle eyes: "then beat him to the teeth, do you understand? ?”

Ilsa, then seven years old, gave her mother a firm nod to her fat head.

Memories made the shouting behind him even more piercing, and Ilsa finally stopped.

A group of teenagers quickly caught up, took him in the center, and pressed sticks against his head from all directions.

The leading boy walked forward carrying a wooden stick, with a provocative smile on his face: "Where do you want to hide now?"

However, the purple-eyed boy in front of him, instead of showing a look of panic and despair, squinted his eyes, and laughed happily with a "chi" sound.

"Are you a fool?" The boy was startled and furious, but he couldn't help but wonder what this little bastard was thinking.

Ilsa didn't mean to be provocative, but the boy in front of him smiled with white teeth, which made him imagine that the boy's smile became very simple and honest after losing his front teeth. He thought it was very funny.

He wanted to make that scene come true immediately, but the fist in his pocket was a bit recalcitrant.

This felt strange to Ilsa.

He is used to fighting with a dragon's tail, but Hino said that the people on the island should not find out that he is a dragon, so at this moment, Ilsa felt like a swordsman preparing for a duel. He touched his side and found that there was no sword in the scabbard. .

Of course, he knows that fists can also make the opponent look for teeth everywhere, but as a dragon, the dancing scene always seems inelegant, so it is best to find a weapon.

"It seems that he is not only a fool, but also a mute." The boy who was about to lose his front teeth did not realize that the danger was approaching, so he stopped talking nonsense, raised his stick, and threw it at the mixed-race boy who had nowhere to hide!

There was no sound, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the wooden stick in his hand had already appeared in the hands of the boy with purple pupils, and he didn't see how it was caught and pulled away by the boy at all.

The boy with purple pupils held the stick in his right hand and waved it twice towards his palm, as if testing the toughness and hardness of the stick, then raised his head rigorously, raised the stick in the air, and gestured at the position of the boy's upper lip.

The stick was obviously not as flexible as the tail, but Ilsa still tried to hit the front teeth with precision. There was no reason or meaning in doing so. Only the elf would think of the reason and meaning when making any decision.

Ilsa still can't understand many ideas of the elf. For Ilsa, the elf is his meaning, and happiness is his meaning.

After a few swings, Ilsa got used to the stick.

The boy finally seemed to feel threatened, and immediately roared: "Hold his hands and feet!"

A group of teenagers swarmed up and pinched Ilsa's wrists and ankles.

The boy showed a provocative smile without a long memory, took a wooden stick from his younger brother, pointed at the tip of the purple-eyed boy's nose: "This time you move again and let me see."

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, the boy raised the wooden stick with both hands, and threw it at the boy's forehead with all his strength!

The street that had been quiet for a while suddenly burst into screams and screams.

The townspeople nervously ran to the windows to wait and see, and saw that the group of teenagers who were chasing the boy just now covered their mouths and noses one by one, and returned back the same way in panic, stumbling and running wildly.

This burst of messy footsteps shook the ground of the surrounding houses. The townspeople who looked up did not know that someone more terrifying than the bully boy had come, so they closed the windows in fright, only daring to peek through the cracks in the windows.

Not long after, they looked at the purple-eyed boy who had just been chased away with a look of astonishment, carrying a stick, strolling past leisurely, without any injuries on his body.

The townspeople unanimously began to rub their eyes vigorously, trying to make sure that they were not blind.

But when they looked closely again, they found that the boy's figure had appeared far away, almost catching up with the group of crying bully teenagers, but no one saw the boy running.

In the end, a group of terrified teenagers were forced into the end of the street and blocked by a wall. When they turned around, they saw the purple-eyed boy holding a wooden stick and watching them with a pure and innocent smile.

"do not come!"

"Monster! Devil! We will expose you to the mayor as a child possessed by a demon!"

"Don't come here! Ahhhh!"

The desperate exclamation of a group of bully teenagers attracted a figure returning from hunting not far away.

The hunter was actually Andre, and he was the only half-blood townsman in this town who dared to go out during the day. This was the confidence that Andre had gained from duels with those bully teenagers thirteen times.

Although he would be injured every time, he would catch two or three bullies and beat them up, causing the other party to suffer more than him. As time passed, these bullies would no longer provoke him.

But at this moment, Andre caught a glimpse of the gang of bully teenagers who were doing all kinds of evil, holding sticks, and yelling at a lonely boy with a ferocious expression. This scene reminded him of himself who was alone and helpless many years ago.

With a muffled sound of "boom", Andre unloaded the prey on his shoulders, drew out his dagger, and rushed in front of the boy, staring at a group of bully teenagers who raised their sticks and shouted, and said in a deep voice: "You better go immediately!" Get out."

There was an embarrassing silence in the originally desperate scene of "unilateral massacre".

The desperate bully teenagers looked at Andre who was "heroically" blocking the devil boy, and felt an indescribable sense of security in their hearts.

Can they really get out safely?

Does Andre keep his word?

Because Andre was a head taller than the boy with purple pupils, a group of bullies couldn't see the boy's expression, so they didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

With her view blocked, Ilsa took a step to the left and smiled innocently and excitedly at the group of bullies again.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The bullies were so frightened that they immediately moved sideways in the opposite direction, using Andre as the middle point, trying to find the blind spot of the demon boy’s vision and hide.

Startled by their sudden roar, Andre immediately raised his hand to pull the boy leaning out to block him again, and said in a low voice, "You run first, I'll block them."

"Oh..." Seeing that the boy with purple pupils was blocked again, the bullies couldn't help staring at Andre with gratitude, wishing to bow and thank him.

But then Ilsa bypassed Andre again, trying to approach the group of people.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The screams of fear broke out again!

With Andre as the fulcrum, everyone kept dodging left and right. The scene was like an eagle catching chickens, but the real situation was that the only little fat chicken hiding behind Andre was trying to catch a group of weak and helpless eagles.

Andre was a little nervous by the startled screams of these bullies. He saw that the bullies were all huddled together and retreated desperately. He felt that the battle would not break out for a while, so he simply took the opportunity to turn around and hug him up. The last boy ran away!

In fact, the moment the boy's feet left the ground, Andre felt that the weight was not right. Fortunately, his extraordinary physique could bear it, and he ran back to his residence in one breath, and then he suppressed his breath and put down the boy in his arms. .

Ilsa didn't struggle all the way, because he recognized this person as the elf's new friend picked up a few days ago.

Hino might be at this person's house, Ilsa thought so, and couldn't wait for Andre to lead the way, walked quickly to the mud house and opened the door, calling eagerly: "Nana!"

This movement frightened the woman in the room to scream and hugged the two children beside her.

The author has something to say: His Royal Highness: No, then why did you bring Isa here?Issa isn't done yet.

A week later, the bully teenagers sent a pennant of thanks to Andre, who had acted bravely, and wrote the words "protect the weak"