If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Chapter 902 Awakening (7 810)

The branches in the tree hole were moved away, and snow fell from the branches and shrubs.

Outside the tree hole, the limping little girl carefully smoothed away all the traces, filled the tree hole with a large ball of leaves and moss for warmth, and finally got into the tree hole.

Her face was covered with dried blood, but none of the blood belonged to her, but to an unlucky robber who had the misfortune to step into a tripwire trap and had his head blown off by a shotgun hidden in the bushes.

Vika couldn't imagine why this little girl would make such a trap that only old hunters are proficient in, nor could she imagine that this little girl could withstand the crisis of life and death to lay out these plans.

If the old hunter could survive the shotgun attack because of the protection of his fur coat, then Vika would definitely have died when those iron sand bullets blasted his face.

If I had to say it, the girl was actually injured. The shovel that Vika swung recklessly when she was stabbed did hit her kneecap hard, which caused her to walk with a limp until now.

The little girl adjusted her posture in the tree hole and took out a strip of pink meat from her fur coat. Due to the temperature, frost had formed on the outside of the meat.

The young boy had always fallen into a deep sleep. He woke up once in the wooden house, but it was only for a few minutes. The lieutenant colonel thought that he had been sleeping because of a severe cold and hypothermia, but the little girl knew that was not the case. In this way, the little boy needs a certain opportunity to wake up, and this opportunity is a lot of energy.

The little boy needed meat, so she got it, at the cost of a shattered kneecap on one of her left legs.

In the tree hole covered with leaves, the little girl took a dagger and cut off pieces of meat rolls from the frozen meat, and stuffed each piece into the boy's mouth. Although the boy was still sleeping, his subconscious chewing movements were After swallowing all the meat into his stomach, his somewhat snow-white complexion regained some color visible to the naked eye.

The little girl kept mechanically cutting the meat. These meat rolls were also very attractive to her, but she resisted the temptation of hunger and stuffed all the food into the boy's mouth, looking at her Eat it.

After feeding the meat, she grabbed a piece of snow and melted it with water in her mouth. It wasn't until the little boy's breathing and body temperature stabilized after eating a lot that she stopped and started her dinner.

The frozen moss and a few wild vegetables in the tree hole were the little girl's food for the next day. She lowered her head and grabbed the weeds that even cattle and horses would not eat, and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing and swallowing them. If she couldn't swallow, she would take a bite. Snow.

If a normal person only eats these things, it is absolutely impossible to survive, but the little girl is obviously different. Her physique is different from ordinary people. Her terrible endurance and cold resistance have allowed her to do superhuman things in this ice and snow countless times. Action, but it only stopped there. When fighting against robbers and thugs, she was so weak that she even needed to use traps to kill them.

After the little girl stopped eating, the tree hole fell into dead silence. She leaned on one side of the tree hole, looking through the gap in the hole at the sky exposed in the coniferous forest outside, and murmured in an inaudible voice, "Hold on a little longer. Hold on a little longer."

In the silent forest, the little girl also fell asleep while murmuring, and the little boy in the tree hole also slept peacefully. A large amount of food and water made his complexion look better and better, and his cheeks became more and more rosy. Even the high fever subsided silently.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and everything seems to be really moving in the right direction.

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In the dark coniferous forest, a voice closed the diary in his hand with a 'pop' sound, raised his head, and his pale golden eyes were full of indifference.

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Like waking up from a nightmare, the little girl suddenly opened her eyes from her sleep. She raised her head alertly because she heard a subtle hissing sound. A familiar hissing sound!

Those hissing sounds ranged from far to near, wandering in the forest outside the tree hole, as if they were attracted by something.

The little girl suddenly turned sideways and put her ears close to the branches covered by the tree hole. After listening carefully, she found that she had heard correctly.

devil.

It was those monsters, they actually found this tree hole where they were hiding.

But how is this possible? She clearly cleaned up all traces before coming back. Even an experienced hunter would have a hard time finding her hiding place.

No, wait.

In the tree hole, the little girl reached out and touched her face. Her face was covered with frozen bloody filth. These things still had a strong smell after being frozen. Could it be that these smells attracted those bloodthirsty people? monster?

There was no room for further thinking. The little girl quickly opened the cover of the tree hole and climbed out. Just as she was about to turn back and cover the entrance of the hole, a chill suddenly rose up in her back.

Turning her head to look over, the 'devil' had quietly arrived not far from her.

A huge black figure with gleaming golden pupils and a nightmare-like twisted face. It is wearing a black cloak like a dying nightmare.

The little girl is one of the few who knows the true identity of these monsters, which are called 'devils' by the people in the cabin.

devil. Perhaps its real name is 'Deadpool', but few people know of their existence in the far east of Siberia, because they should be active in other places, unless someone deliberately brings them here.

This is something more terrifying than the devil. Bloodthirst is their nature. On land, they are even more sensitive to blood than sharks in the ocean.

Their running speed on land exceeds that of cheetahs, their strength is comparable to that of brown bears in Siberia, and their explosive power is equivalent to ejecting venomous snakes. If they are targeted outdoors without enough thermal weapons, the end result will be death.

There is no chance of winning. Judging from the fact that a little girl has to sacrifice her left leg to fight against an ordinary adult man, the only outcome for her to face Deadpool is death.

The bullets of the earlier shotgun have long been used up. The shotgun without bullets is just a fire stick. Now there is only a Yakut dagger in the girl's hand. The black steel blade is stained with the blood of the bandit. It is held in the little girl's hand. His hands are undoubtedly stimulating Deadpool's ferocity all the time.

But the little girl couldn't retreat. Behind her was the tree hole, and her brother was hiding inside.

So she did a move that ordinary people couldn't understand. She put the dagger on her forearm, and then opened a bloody opening inch by inch.

The bright red blood was exposed in the air, like spreading deadly poison. The dead servant under the black robe let out a cry-like scream, which was a symbol of being overwhelmed by desire. The pair of snake-like golden eyes locked on the little boy. There is nothing more to a girl.

It took a step forward, and what cracked the snow was the sharp claws under the black robe, like the feet of a liger.

The little girl suddenly turned around and ran away, and Deadpool followed behind her like a ghost. Their speeds were really different. The lame girl's running was very funny, but it was half-hearted for Deadpool to catch up with her. Breathing time.

Just when Deadpool was about to capture the little girl, his tall body suddenly collapsed and became shorter. It wasn't that Deadpool became shorter, but that his foot missed the mark and his right foot sank deeply into the snow. middle.

accidental? coincide?

of course not.

Deadpool let out a wailing scream. It stepped on a half-meter-deep snow pit, which was actually densely covered with downward-sloping spikes. Each spike was sharpened by a dagger. The moment the waiter's right leg sank in and he subconsciously pulled it out, these spikes pierced deeply into the flesh, and black pus and blood like sulfuric acid overflowed!

The little girl kept a distance of less than five meters from Deadpool. She saw Deadpool falling into the trap but did not rush to hit him because she knew that this kind of trap could destroy an adult's mobility during the Vietnam War. Not worth mentioning as a monster.

Sure enough, Deadpool pulled out his right leg forcefully. What was revealed under the black robe was the lower limb covered by some scales. Most of the spikes were broken by the scales, and only a few of them were stabbed through the gaps in the scales. Go in.

Deadpool continued to run forward, but before he could reach two meters, he stepped into a pit again. The same spike trap as before, but this time it pierced his left leg.

The little girl continued to retreat steadily without escaping in a hurry. If Deadpool was smart, he would have discovered that the girl was retreating along an established route - this was the safe route for the entire trap area.

Around the tree hole, the little girl had already dug a large number of traps. No one knew why a girl of about ten years old was proficient in so many traps that only old hunters could understand. The trip lock trap that killed Vika was just one of them. The simplest one is that if Vika had really come to the tree hole earlier, I'm afraid the little girl wouldn't even have to show up, and he might have died in the snow.

——These traps were prepared by the little girl for the mysterious lieutenant colonel, but now it seems that the one who enjoys them first is the deadpool.

Deadpool kept trying to run forward, and kept falling into traps, not just spike traps, but after touching the trip wires hidden in the snow, disposable bows and arrows stretched with bamboo strips in the bushes would also shoot out sticky traps. The short arrows laced with snake venom stabbed Deadpool, but there was no doubt that these short arrows pierced Deadpool's body surface and could not go any further.

God knows how many holes the little girl dug here, and how many sharp thorns she sharpened with the curled dagger. These traps do not require high technical skills, only patience and enough endurance, both of which happen to be small. Girls' strengths.

After falling into the spike trap for the fifth time, Deadpool screamed and pulled out the right leg, and the bones were actually visible. The exposed muscles on the lower limb that he forcibly pulled out were all mashed, and black blood flowed from the piercing wound. The blood flowed out, and some of the scales even fell off due to the rotten muscles.

This kind of creature, which even elite hybrids are afraid of, was actually played around by a little girl. Both sides kept a certain distance from the beginning to the end. The little girl guided the monster step by step into her trap and consumed the opponent's energy. physical strength.

Deadpool's IQ is not high, but he is by no means a complete idiot, so after falling into the pit for the fifth time, he no longer sprinted forward mindlessly, but suddenly squatted down on all fours, which made the little boy who was originally preparing to retreat slowly The girl suddenly tensed up!

Sure enough, the next moment, the huge body jumped towards her like a python, and the dense wooden thorns inserted into the hind limbs were crushed by the contraction of muscles and flew away.

The little girl almost forced herself to "fall" to the right, dodging this terrifying blow by falling to the ground at a right angle. However, her waist was still heavily scratched by Deadpool's claws, and a huge slash was drawn out. Bloody mouth.

Deadpool hit the coniferous tree behind her before, and a large amount of snow fell from the tree. The little girl with severe pain in her waist struggled to get up from the ground and away from the snow without thinking, and then did not look back. .

The next moment, Deadpool suddenly rushed out of the snow. The little girl stared motionlessly at the twisted face that came towards him. At the critical moment, she suddenly pulled off a hook line behind her and lay down on the spot.

At the end of the torn hook line, a short wooden stick tied up flew high, setting off a chain reaction. The bamboo whips wrapped around several small wooden stakes inserted in the ground violently twitched, releasing the huge power they had accumulated!

In the bushes, a rake-like crossbar filled with thick thorns was smashed out with a huge strong wind. It hit the chest of Deadpool who was flying towards him. The spikes on the crossbar with huge kinetic energy directly pierced him. It penetrated Deadpool's body, knocked him away completely, and landed in the bushes a few meters away without knowing whether he was alive or dead!

All this happened in a flash of lightning. The little girl threw herself to the ground, and the crossbar almost flew past her head. But fortunately, she made the right bet and used the final killing move originally prepared for the living. On Deadpool, it looks like the results are pretty good?

Deadpool's life or death was uncertain. The little girl climbed up from the ground and reached out to cover her waist. There was a wound where her intestines could almost be seen. She was trembling all over, but she endured the severe pain and walked towards the tree hole.

She did not forget to hide the tree hole before leaving, but just as she walked to the entrance of the tree hole, a wailing scream sounded from the bushes not far behind her.

The deadpool did not die. Its vitality allowed it to survive the high-speed impact of the crossbar. However, the crossbar still caused a lot of trouble to it. The spikes were deeply embedded in the gaps in his bones for a while. Unable to pull it out for a while, it struggled to push away the heavy beam that was piercing its body. The snake's eyes were fixed on the back of the little girl in the distance.

At the same time, more golden fireflies lit up deeper in the forest, and black shadows appeared layer upon layer, like a tide, countless in number.

The Deadpools finally arrived following the whispers.

“Sweet smell”

"Itchy teeth."

"Thirsty."

The shadows walked out of the forest. No one knew where they had been hiding in the coniferous forest before. But now, the little girl who shed blood was like a deadly drug. They were like bats smelling the smell of blood. They all agreed in unison. appeared and rushed towards the girl.

However, the little girl at the entrance of the tree hole did not look back to see the desperate scene, because she was staring blankly into the depths of the tree hole, staring at those bright golden eyes.

The little boy woke up.

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The usually sleepy boy in the dim tree hole opened his eyes and looked intently at the scarred girl outside.

The boy's eyes slowly stopped at the horrific wound on the little girl's waist, as well as the bloodstains and scars all over her body. He could sense that the girl was almost exhausted.

No matter how strong the bloodline is, it will fall into despair under hundreds of hours of hunger and cold, but the girl has squeezed her own bloodline to a point that even some super hybrids can hardly imagine.

Until finally the boy gave a strange scoff and said, ".Was it worth it?"

The little girl lying at the entrance of the tree hole looked at him, silent for a while, and finally nodded slightly.

"Things like memory are very fragile. People regard a life made up of a large number of memories as their personality, but the memory itself is just a memory. It can be forgotten or induced to be tampered with." The little boy looked at the dirty things. The Xixi girl's tone was calm.

"I know."

"My dear sister drove me away from you, and even seemed to have given you your 'self' again. But in this process, didn't she create your personality all over again?" the little boy His eyes met the girl's, "Do you really think that what you are thinking now is really your true intention? Don't you feel disgusted by protecting me, an enemy, at all costs?"

"I hate you." The little girl looked at the boy's face and whispered softly, "Please don't misunderstand Yelena, I hate you, I hate you to the core of my bones, and I will never forgive you. "

"Of course you should hate me. After all, I once 'killed' you, took over your body, and erased your existence." The boy chuckled softly, "But even so, you are still protecting me."

"No, I just want to protect my brother. That's all." The little girl said softly, covering the wound on her waist, "Matvi, he is the only thing in this world that I can prove that I existed."

"Then you are really stupid." The boy looked at the little girl and seemed to understand something. He laughed sarcastically and stretched out his right hand.

"In any case, you successfully bought time for me. I have helped activate Matvey's bloodline. Just do what you said and do what you should do now!"

".Go protect your brother and kill everyone who tries to harm him!"

"Can I really do it?" the little girl asked softly, looking at the arm stretched out in front of her, "the enemy is very strong."

"Of course you can. You can do everything Matvey can do, even better." The boy gradually closed his eyes, with a golden glimmer under his eyes. "After all, you are Matvey's sister." , the other of the twins who is destined to sit on the throne. The most perfect mixed-race monarch in history!"

The little girl reached out and grasped the boy's slender arm, put it to her mouth, and bit down gently with an indescribable solemnity. As her teeth gradually increased in strength, blood overflowed from her bright red lips.

The blood containing the spiral gene fragment was involved, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon and splitting its wings.

A cluster of flames gradually burned under the girl's dark eyes, burning more and more until it finally turned into the golden color of lava.