Blood of Mercury

War is maddening.

Gervano's clothes were tattered, and his small, muddy right hand was tucked into his sleeve, tightly holding a sharp and slender knife. And his left hand took his younger sister's hand and ran quickly in front.

He looked around with uneasy and wary eyes, and there was an expression of disbelief in anyone.

Yes, he doesn't trust anyone, he doubts everything.

While those gentlemen were still fighting with each other under the banner of justice and justice, Gervano had already realized that the country was on the eve of destruction.

Just as the rat always squeaked uncomfortably before an earthquake, his humble and humble character was often the first to realize the most terrifying storm.

The day before the battle spread to his city, he fled with his sister almost unpredictably. After hearing that it had become a dead city full of blood-sucking vines, he had little luck in escaping and ascending to heaven.

At that time, Gevano's first feeling was, "Ah, it's finally here." Then, seeing the city where he had lived for thirteen years being torn to shreds, he felt inexplicably relieved.

After all, it is the city of the noble master, the city of the Druid master, the city of the rich, the city of the beautiful lady, but it will definitely not be the city of his unworthy quail.

He is such a poor creature, one more is not much, and one less is not more.

When those well-dressed people walk down the street with smiles on their faces, no one will ever care whether a child like him, who is covered in dirt and mud, huddled in the corner and nobody wants, has had any drink today and does not smell bad of clean water, did you succeed in grabbing some crumbs from the wild dog's mouth?

All they care about is whether their wallets have been cut open by the knives these children are hiding in their arms.

That city has never cared about Gevano or Heroo. When it was destroyed, Gevano's first feeling was fun.

Indeed—really delightful!

Presumably now those noble gentlemen should be running around the streets in fear? They should fall down in panic, and then their legs are too weak to stand up, right? Will they be beheaded while wailing, hanging under the heads of the horses and staring at the dead eyes?

A thought here. Gevano felt very happy.

... Of course, he would be happier if he managed to escape the country.

"Brother...running too fast..."

He Luo was dragged by him and ran all the way, panting.

The little girl's cheeks, which had yellowed due to poor drinking and nourishment all the year round, were now flushed red. She was gasping for breath. The voice was trembling and subtle.

But Gevano heard the words that almost went with the wind.

He stopped quickly, and when he saw Hailuo who was out of breath, he panicked: "Hai, Hailuo! Are you alright!"

"It's okay...just...a little tired..."

The little girl gasped for breath, clutching her chest and frowning: "Brother... I feel more uncomfortable..."

"If you feel uncomfortable, take a break."

Gevano replied without hesitation: "It just so happens that I'm a little tired too."

But even Hero knew that he was lying.

It was obvious that he was pulling Hailuo all the way. Until now, his face was not red or his heart was beating, but after Hero said he was a little tired, he immediately said that he was tired.

Hero was very aware of Jevano's awkward concern, and a bright smile burst into her face, looking at Jevano's big brown eyes that almost gleamed.

"Why, why are you looking at me like this... Go and rest! We'll be on our way in a while!"

Jervano's face suddenly turned a little red, he didn't turn his head, dragged Hero to find a shady place and sat down.

Hailuo just smiled and let Gervano hold his hand, but as the blushing on her face gradually subsided, a bloodless paleness appeared on her face.

Hero is not Jevano's sister. In fact, they bear no resemblance other than being both outcasts.

Unlike the rough features and dark skin of the typical Carrar countryman of Gevano. Hailuo's face is quite delicate, her brown pupils are as clear and transparent as glass, her short light brown hair is slightly curly, and her skin is fair. Even if the clothes are worn out, you can see the nobility of her bloodline.

She looks more like a Suzer than a Caral woman. Many people suspect that she is a Kalar and Suzer hybrid, and some malicious people have been targeting her since a long time ago.

But fortunately, after the city was leveled by the war, those annoying guys also disappeared.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

At this moment, a cold and indifferent voice sounded from the side.

Jevano's eyes suddenly filled with the fierceness of a beast, and he turned his head sharply. He protected Hero behind him and glared fiercely at the stranger who made the sound.

After he saw that person's face clearly, his first reaction was "surely a suspicious person".

In front of him, he saw a man with light gray short hair. A little boy with bright red pupils stood in front of him.

The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a delicate face and elegant demeanor, but he wore an odd half-beak mask and a long black robe.

After realizing that this was just a child, Jervano was first subconsciously relieved.

And after he saw the boy's face and manners clearly. A bit of jealousy and a sense of crisis surged in his heart.

"I can heal you."

The gray-haired little boy didn't pay any attention to Jervano at all, just stared at Hero and said lightly.

His indifferent gaze stabbed Gervano again.

"No need! You go!"

He growled in a low voice, interrupting the little boy who gave him a great sense of crisis.

He wasn't worried about him killing himself - he was worried about him taking Hero.

I have nothing left... except for Hero, only Hero...

Gervano murmured in his heart, looking at the little gray-haired boy with even more disgust.

Hailuo stood behind him, looking at the two people back and forth at a loss, and wisely closed his mouth without saying a word.

"If you don't like me, you can come and beat me, or you can stab me to death with the knife in your right hand." Unexpectedly, the gray-haired boy opened his arms to Gewano without fear, "Come on. Ah, I won't fight back or hide, if you're worried that I'll take her away, come over and stab me like a man."

But when he heard the boy say that, Jervano was relieved and retracted his knife.

"coward!"

Gevano pointed at the little boy who was about his own age, but was neatly and neatly dressed, and scolded disdainfully, "I won't stab you to death! You have nothing, but I'm not the same as you!"

Dressed like a beggar, he pointed to the little boy wearing a delicate mask and a soft robe made of lamb's skin and said that you have nothing - this scene seems absurd, but the boy wearing the mask is stunned. a moment.

It took him more than ten seconds to react, and then for the first time, he looked at Gervano ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that kind of arrogant gaze made Gervano annoyed. But he still suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

"I admit, I misunderstood." The gray-haired boy nodded and said indifferently: "However, sooner or later, you will be glad that you didn't stab with your knife."

"Then go away!"

"Not urgent."

The gray-haired boy gave Heroo a deep look at last: "I will come back... But since it has deteriorated like this, when I make another move, it is no longer enough to use one person as a reward. You do Are you ready to pay?"

"I'll give you nothing! Liar!"

"That's very good," the gray-haired boy didn't care about the clamoring Gervano, "you remember, my name is Dodo. Dodo nerola. Tomorrow at the latest, you will be grateful for your attitude at the moment. Regret."

Having said that, Duoduo turned around and left without hesitation. (To be continued.)