I created the Longevity Club
Chapter 802 Eavesdropping
I really don't know what the great witch said, "Due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, countless lives of the five continents were killed and injured, and the moon was red." How many lives were killed and injured at that time, and how many lives like his tribe were lost, so that the moon in the sky could be slightly red.
The coldness under my body became even worse. I don't know when someone's bucket was overturned and wet my pants. The turmoil ended, and I felt a little cold after the evening wind blew.
My mind was swaying, just like the flames burning around me, red, and it seemed to be the same color as the sunset not long ago, but what was different.
There were some calluses, but it could be seen that the little hand should not be many years old, as if it was possessed by a demon and stretched straight to the strange burning flame.
Swaying, rising, jumping, reflected in Baboyi's pupils, forming a tiny miniature, against the lifeless pupils.
"It hurts."
There were a few traces of expression in his eyes, unlike the empty and lifeless look before, but it was only fifty steps, and there was still no life.
The same magical power, the magical power of the demon tribe can beat the great witch priest, so is the belief of 03 that "the descendants of Pangu are invincible" a sincere statement? If so, why was his tribe swallowed up by the demon tribe little by little in the wailing and flames, when his tribe's people were obviously many times more than the local demon tribe. No one answered this question for Ba Boyi. The only sound that could be heard here was the continuous flames and the entire tribe that was burning with the flames. The flames left by the demon tribe's magical power were very bright and red, which made people easily think of the sun and the domineering fireball that once scorched the earth. This ball of flame was very close, shining on Ba Boyi's face. Ba Boyi suddenly sighed, why was this flame not a water mirror, at least it could let him see clearly what his face looked like now.
What kind of humiliated face does a human-witch hybrid who sat in one place from the beginning to the end of the turmoil, as if he was scared and incontinent, look like?
"Crack, splash."
Far away, not far away, the tribe is not big, not far away, but it seems that this distance is enough to protect himself from being discovered by the source of the noise over there.
Even if he is discovered, what?
Ba Boyi laughed at himself in his heart, relying on a human witch who is despised by his own witch clan and even the mortal enemy demon clan is too lazy to attack? He is still a child.
Throwing him here and letting him fend for himself is no problem. Not to mention taking action.
Suddenly, the source of the sound was the pile of ruins that no one could tell whose house it belonged to. As soon as they came in, two fire demons attacked with magical powers. No one reacted, and the two houses became a pile of ruins mixed together. But there were also some benefits, that is, there would no longer be any disputes between neighbors over the ownership of the doorway. Everything became a pile of ruins, and there was no need to distinguish between your house and my house. They were all dead souls.
A sneaky witch clan member sneaked out of the pile of ruins, his face covered with dust, but he was very familiar. Every tribe member in the tribe who helped his tribe member when he was in trouble, he remembered it according to his parents' teachings.
Naturally, this person belongs to the former, but he is not a very good former.
Sometimes the poet's favor is a good thing, but some people just can't do it, and there are many flaws. Some can even be more extreme, not only will they not let others remember your goodness, but they can even make enemies with others.
This person is the latter of the latter. His mother has half human blood, so her appearance is naturally much better than that of ordinary women who are all witch blood. It's not that most witch women are not good-looking, but because of the bloodline, they are divided into two extremes, either beautiful as a fairy, or... The outer body of the witch tribe is naturally indispensable for muscles.
So my mother is a standout in this tribe, but my mother always asks me to keep a distance from those women of the same tribe who spread rumors that she is "fickle" and have abnormally developed "chest muscles", and to be tolerant. A woman's virtue is that she has no talent. The witch tribe has its own innate magical powers, and "talent" is definitely not lacking.
Whenever I think about this, I always feel happy, but I will also be scolded by my mother.
Obviously, she is more beautiful than those aunts who are more "demon-like" than the "demon tribe". Of course, this male wizard who is still struggling in the scrap heap also thinks so, and naturally, he said so before.
But fortunately, my father is strong enough, otherwise I am afraid that the witch who was taken away by the demon tribe at the altar today would have the same fate as my mother yesterday.
It's not good to say this, but if my father wasn't strong, he would definitely not be able to catch up with my mother who was chased by almost all the wizards in the tribe.
Except for some brainless tribesmen, such as the one in front of me.
I am small and young. Although I can't compare with the adult wizards in terms of physical strength and power, not to mention that I am a half-human and half-wizard, but I also have my own advantages, that is, it is easy to hide my body shape and footsteps. Without a huge and overly strong body, it is naturally easy to hide my tracks.
It is also easy to touch the back of a defenseless wizard who thinks he has escaped and is looking around as if waiting for something.
I can't see his face, but it doesn't matter, I will see it in a while.
His voice was very soft, and he was saying something, but I was behind him, so I couldn't use lip reading. But at such a close distance, I didn't need to use lip reading at all. He was not as cautious as the Great Witch Priest. He even hid his diary in a place that no one could think of, unless you saw him hiding.
"Why hasn't the Lord come to pick me up yet?"
Lord? Pick me up?
Ba Boyi's little head was full of doubts.
The Great Witch Priest was dead, who could he call the Lord? Could it be the demon clan?
"The lady said that there were gold and silver, you wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
His tone gradually became a little suspicious, and a little... vulgar.
Ba Boyi was naturally not in a hurry. Since he was obsessed with his own affairs and didn't find me, then he didn't need to be in a hurry. He would just listen to what ivory he could spit out of his dog's mouth.
"Such a big sin of killing, you won't let me bear it, will you?"
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