Be a BUG in a survival game

Chapter 234 Dream: Encounter

"Want to play with us?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then give us that...that doll you have, and we will consider letting you play with it."

"Ah? Then... okay then."

"Stand away, let's discuss it first."

"OK."

"..."

The sky was clear and cloudless, and the sun was shining brightly.

In a remote and abandoned small park, there were four or five boys around ten years old. They gathered under a big tree and started discussing, except for a little boy who looked younger.

, stood up on the grass without shade, and looked at them from time to time.

The little boy's two little hands were tangled in front of him, his eyes were very nervous and a little expectant.

"...Hahaha, he is just like a little girl. He only likes dolls." Under the big tree, a boy shook the doll in his hand and laughed sarcastically.

Someone asked curiously: "Will he cry like a little girl when he is teased?"

"How about giving it a try?"

"I bet he'll cry in less than a minute!"

"..."

These children did not notice that there was a young boy lying on a branch trunk of the big tree.

The young man was awakened by the movement below, opened his eyes with a worried expression, turned his head and looked down.

"Hey, come here." The four or five boys all raised their heads, and the boy in the middle waved to the little boy very arrogantly.

Hearing this, the little boy trotted over. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that a boy had scratched the leather cover of his doll with a knife.

The little boy froze on the spot.

"Tear~"

The doll was completely torn, smashed, and then thrown carelessly on the grass. Each of the culprits stepped on it a few times in front of the little boy.

"Hahaha, he's dumbfounded! He's dumbfounded!"

"Why aren't you crying?"

"Are you so angry? It's been almost a minute? You haven't cried yet."

"It's simple, just beat him a few times until he cries."

"..."

The little boy stood there stupidly, his eyes watery, only staring at the ball of rag dolls on the grass.

That was the only gift his mother gave him.

...gone?

The little devils gathered around him one after another, with excited faces and eager to beat him to tears.

"It's so noisy."

The sudden sound startled these little devils with malicious faces.

"who?"

"Up there!"

"Why is there someone up there?"

Looking for the sound, the little ghosts looked up one after another and looked at the boy on the tree.

The young man's tone was impatient and his eyes were sharp and fierce: "Get away."

Just one glance frightened these little devils who like to bully the weak and fear the strong.

At first glance, the boy is several years older than them. Just looking at his height, he is already close to the normal height of an adult.

These little guys are obviously a little timid when facing adults or children older than themselves.

"Quick, let's go... let's..."

"Let's go, let's go..."

"..."

The little devils immediately ran away, leaving behind the little boy who was still standing there in a daze.

After a while, the little boy finally responded.

He walked over slowly, then knelt down, picked up the fragments of doll cloth bit by bit, and held them in his arms.

No crying, no fuss.

The boy on the tree watched this scene in silence.

Finally, the boy watched the child leave the small park in despair.

The young man lay down again, closed his eyes, and sneered in his heart.

A silly kid.

(End of chapter)