Bug Master In Doomsday

There are only three or five families in this sparsely populated village, and there are no more than a dozen people in total.

Several little fur boys who were fighting with runny noses and holding mud in their hands looked at the familiar and unfamiliar young supernatural powers. Several big ignorant eyes looked at each other, and then they ran on their short legs. To his side.

The fastest little boy, his linen-sewn sleeves were rolled up high, and his muddy cloth shoes stomped fast, "Uncle, you give me a piece of toffee, and I will take you to the old man with white eyebrows."

The little boy thought for a few seconds, carefully stretched out two fingers, sniffed for a while, and then put down another finger.

"Yeah, uncle, give me candy, and we will also take you to find Grandpa Baimei."

The few hairy children who were still wearing crotch pants leaned close to the legs of the young supernatural person, blinking their big eyes and recalling the taste of the toffee last time, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help drooling.

"Fruit." The young psychic was anxious, but in the face of this group of children, he had no choice but to take out a large handful of sugar-coated toffee and fructose from his pocket. Each child divided it into a handful. Only then coaxed them to jump for joy.

Fortunately, he bought these small candies at the market in the Gushan City Square. They are not worth a lot of money, and one silver coin can buy two or three catties.

"Uncle, did you think there are really unfinished candies out there? Are there big bones that have been roasted, the kind that sizzles oil on the flames..." he puts on his linen sleeves The little boy was chewing toffee in his mouth, and his eyes were full of longing looking at the face of the young supernatural person.

When the surrounding friends heard the little boy's words, they resisted the urge to swallow the candy, trying hard to imagine the pieces of oil, full of lean bones.

The young supernaturalist followed the group of lively children slowly towards the low mountain, watching them look forward to the longing, squeezed the corner of their mouth, rubbed the little boy’s shaved head, and said with a smile: "You eat The candy, the meat and bones you want to eat, you can buy as long as you have money."

"No! That's it!" The young ability person took out a shiny silver coin from his trouser pocket and handed it to the little boy.

"This beautiful silver coin can be exchanged for candy and fleshy bones. You can earn more than a dozen of these silver coins a day as long as you work hard outside."

"Dougi show me the silver coins." "No, I want to see them first." "Why do you want to show them, I have to be the first to see them. You are younger than me, go back."

The three Maotou children, who were only six or seven years old, stared at the silver coin in the dog's hand, and pushed each other around with their small faces wrinkled.

"Don't make any noise!" The oldest dog sniffed, holding the silver coin in his small hand, and reaching into the linen jacket with the other hand to pull out his reasonably clean shirt.

The shiny silver coin was carefully wiped several times with his shirt, before he raised his hand and handed it to the young supernatural person.

"Uncle, give this back to you. I will earn a lot of silver coins like this in the future, so that my mother will never go to the forest to pick mushrooms and wild vegetables."

There was a touch of sadness and determination on the dog’s immature face. His mother accidentally fell to her waist when she was digging wild vegetables two days ago. Now she is cooking and holding her waist and ribs frowning, and she still has some walking and work. It's not convenient.

The young supernatural person couldn't help but a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes. He gently rubbed the dog's head and cheered him up: "Come on! Uncle believes you can."