Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

: Peeling mouse 03 small hand

The boy was thrown into the bed by the snake.

Even if he is not fully awake, he can't help but want to make a sound - this is a bed that he has never slept, like a cloud, fluffy and soft, even extravagant to fill the mattress with countless springs, than The weed nest is much more comfortable to sleep!

But the boy’s heart is like falling from the cloud to the bottom of the valley, and he is not happy at all.

In this world, there is no such thing as "indiscriminately falling meat."

Every piece of meat, every chip, every drop of blood has a price.

After being rescued by the snake, and sleeping on such a comfortable bed, what is the price?

Although the boy is still a boy, the people on the wasteland are generally precocious. He knows a lot of things. He has seen many people like wild beasts on the wilderness. They are entangled like beasts and send out beastly shackles.

And the snake looks at his eyes, it is like a beast, no, it is a lower level than the beast, a poisonous snake.

The boy remembered the peeling mouse again. He felt that his skin was peeled off by the snakes, and it was stripped, revealing a tender and tender meat.

Fortunately, there is a brother.

"Don't be afraid, the deer, the majority of the people in the tombstone town are going to the meat market, we can escape."

My brother said, "As long as I can kill him!"

"You can't kill him."

The boy cried in the bottom of his heart. "He is strong, his brain must be strong, and his brother will be hurt."

"I must kill him."

My brother said, "Reassure, the big boss of Sirius gambling is no longer powerful, and it is impossible to add up to so many people in the meat market. I can, I must."

The boy still wants to talk, the snake has come over, his hands on the edge of the bed, the forehead like a cobra-like sarcoma, shrinking, standing upright, braving the heat.

"They all call you ‘white little hands’.”

The snake squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the boy's hand. "Sure enough, the white cockroach is transparent and crystal clear as jade. It is more delicate than the girl's hand, and it is a bit more tough. It is a good hand."

The boy took the courage and lived and said: "I, my name is ‘white deer’!”

"White deer? It's also a good name. The deer is an elf in the forest. You are also like an elf in the town of Tombstone. It's weird. Why have I never seen you before?"

The snake said with a smile. "It’s a pity that the deer is too fragile. There is no room for survival in the new world after the nuclear war, unless...they are sheltered by the strong."

He wants to catch the white deer's hand.

The white deer subconsciously hides and huddles to the corner of the bed, and there is no way to retreat.

The snake is not in a hurry, smiles and turns on the TV with a remote control.

The screen is played, it is the picture of the white deer in the days of Sirius gambling in the past few days, the evidence is conclusive, there is no repudiation.

"Everyone else said, your hand is very fast, it seems to be invisible, all called you 'white little hand', but only a long time ago, 'little hand' has another meaning, that is, thief, pickpocket, stealing thief!"

The snake sighed and said with regret, "Qing Ben Jia, who is a thief, even if your hand is small and fast, then tender and then slip, you should not steal cards in my gambling house, the **** wilderness Everyone knows that the gambling house of Tombstone Town is the most fair, you are here thousands, smashed my signboard, broke my fairness, and even lost my best hand, you lost a hand, you Say, what should I do with you, little things?"

"I was wrong, Serpent."

The white deer shed tears and trembled. "Right me once, Serpent, I, I dare not -"

"No!"

My brother was screaming in his heart. "Don't tell this poisonous snake that my sister is seriously ill and needs medical expenses. No one will pity us. He will only take his sister to pay debts and accept torture with us!"

"It makes sense, I really should leave you in the meat market."

The snake lord admired the white deer's picture on the TV and praised it. "However, your hand is too beautiful, beautiful to not resemble a demon of radiation variation - how many of our devils have more or less It’s ugly, few people are perfect as you are, like a fine piece of art, you are simply a gift from God, there is no reason to call those beasts, isn’t it?”

The white deer did not know that he nodded or shook his head, but he silently shed tears.

"Don't cry, here is your home here, the snake will protect you, only you can eat, no one will dare to eat you again."

The serpent said softly, "Do you know why I am squatting one hand today?"

The white deer squinted and shook his tears and shook his head.

"He played the first game and sent you to the meat market without my permission. This is only the second time. The most important thing is that he is old, his hands are slow, his eyes are slow, and he has been successful for two consecutive days, the third day. I found that such waste is not eligible for the 'hand palm' of the wolf gambling."

Zombie said, "The waves in the Yangtze River push the waves, and there are new people for the old people, white deer, your hands and eyes are fast enough, and the courage is not small. It is a pity to die in the wilderness and die in the gambling. Snake Lord, okay?"

What else can the white deer say? Can only barely nod and say: "...good."

"well."

The snake smiled even more intensely, and his eyes became more and more deep. His eyes were like two barbed tongues, licking the face and hands of the white deer. "You know, what is the most important thing in the gambling house? ?"

The white deer shook his head and shivered.

"Technology and trust."

Snakes are soft, "Technology, the snake can teach you slowly, but you tell the snake, how should the two strangers establish the basis of trust in the shortest time?"

The white deer trembled more and more, and trembled: "I, I don't know."

"It's ok."

The snake went around the bed and reached out again. "You will know right away."

The white deer screamed and knocked out the snake's hand, almost not rolling down the other side of the bed.

The eyes of the snakes were cold.

Then, it heated up again and it was hot like a fire.

He opened the cabinet.

There was a sour smell of blood in the inside.

It is a whip wrapped in iron thorns, stained with layers and layers, and washed with blood stains.

Or, its owner never wanted to wash it, just like other **** instruments in the cupboard.

"It's called 'gentleness'."

The snake serges with a whip and is fascinated. "Trust me, you will be the best friend."

"gentle" is not gentle at all.

With only one whip, he took away all the dignity of the white deer, and the three whip went down. His thin shirts were broken, and the screams of weeping blood screamed and rolled under the bed.

"You are too ugly."

The snake master stepped on Simmons and walked over. He looked down at the white deer that was rolling around and smiled. "I have to practice well in the future."

He waved the fourth whip, but this time he was as dexterous as a viper, tearing off the fragments of the white deer, and the broken bandages, revealing a thin and pale chest.

Then, the snake stunned.

It seems that the viper, standing upright, was pinched seven inches by an invisible hand.

He saw his eyes.

Between the chest and abdomen of the white deer, about the location of the liver area, covered with a layer of folds, the size of the pigeon eggs, crystal clear eyes!

As he just said, most of the demons on the wilderness are born with some deformed variations, but one that grows between the chest and abdomen, with the eyes of infinite lightning, is also rare.

Not to mention, when he stared at the eye, his eyes stared at him, even from the white deer's chest and abdomen, and even the skin around him was tightened and raised.

It seems like -

Behind the eyes, there is a face, a pair of brains, all of which must be drilled out of the body of the white deer, open the mouth of the blood, and swallow him!

"It's now."

Brother screamed, "Resist the point, the deer!"

The white deer felt his liver slammed into a punch.

No, it was like having a shotgun against his chest and abdomen and fired a shot.

He couldn't help but scream and spurt blood from his mouth and nose.

In the heart, he gave birth to a fire of hope and saw the way to escape.

He knew that his brother had started.

At this moment, he suffered a lot of pain, and the target brain suffered from a lot of pain--this is the brother's "ability."

Sure enough, the eyes of the snakes suddenly spread a **** fog, and the nose, mouth, eyes and ears overflowed the **** road.

He was drunk, throwing his whip and dancing.

This is a manifestation of severe brain damage.

The big boss of the Sirius gambling house is really amazing. In the past, when faced with the embarrassment of the wilderness, when the brother started, the cockroaches were all silent and spurted to death. Now, there is only one goal, and the brother started. Once, I could not completely kill him.

So, my brother started another time.

The white deer felt that his internal organs had burned.

By the same token, the snake's skull should also be filled with the raging flames of brain waves.

The snake star looked straight at the white deer, but did not expect that this "little deer" would grow sharp antlers, reach out and want to catch the boy, but the white deer dexterously flashed - the snake's retina and optic nerve have burned It’s gone, it’s turned into a blind man, and you can’t see him at all.

The snake boy wants to scream, but the hot plasma is also sprayed out of his throat, and he can't make a half word.

"what!"

The white deer wraps around the snake, and he slams his heart and knocks the snake to the ground, pushing the cabinet filled with various instruments to him.

The snakes did not resist, and they struggled to become weaker and weaker. The blood and brains that flowed around their heads gathered into a thick stain.

"Successful!"

The white deer is sore and laughing.

The cold snake did not return to the light, and the nerves twitched his ankle.

"what!"

The white deer screamed, and the whole person was soft and almost fell to the snake.

The snake master grabbed his ankle in one hand, but the other hand instinctively pulled out the pistol in his boots and fired a shot.

A shot of death, no head, naturally did not shoot the white deer.

But the gunshots were passed outside, attracting the look of the Sirius gambling house.

"Hey!"

knocking.

"Pang Pong!"

The sound of the door.