Call Me God of War

When they rushed back outside the tent, they heard noisy human voices and the loud shouting of little boys.

Mo Qingqing is very strange: how can there be a little boy here?

She opened the curtain and saw an aunt covered with green algae similar to duckweed pulling the little boy desperately rolling around the house. The little boy twisted and shouted, "I don't care, I don't care, I want a chair, I want a chair."

Bed number 5 has a deck chair.

Mo Qingqing is very familiar with this reclining chair. During the month when her grandfather was hospitalized, she guarded her grandfather and spent the night on this reclining chair every night.

The little boy didn't even owe him a cold look.

Although this woman is lying down, it can be seen from her slender legs that her height is definitely not short.

Her skin is very white, and she is as good as Feng Qing who has been washed, and she is not uglier than Feng Qing. Feng Qingran's beauty belongs to the beautiful, charming and **** type, and the facial features tend to be delicate and delicate. This woman's facial features are very three-dimensional and deep, as if they were cut out on ice with a knife, and they belong to the cold and glamorous type. She has neat short hair and a diamond stud on her ear.

Mo Qingqing pretended to pass by, deliberately went to the other side of the woman and glanced at her other ear, and found that the woman only had one ear stud. Generally speaking, such people have more personality. When she saw that the woman wrote from head to toe that strangers should not come near, she didn't want to go over and make fun of herself.

The aunt made the little boy make trouble, so she walked over to the woman, put a smile on her face covered with green algae, and said, "Look at me, this made my grandson make trouble. The way is, if everyone is upset, I will lend him the chair to sit on, and I will return it to you in a while."

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The aunt's green face changed, and she yelled: "Why are you like this? How can you be like a child? What's wrong with sitting on your chair?"

The little boy rushed up and shouted, "I want a chair!" While speaking, he stretched out his hand to push the woman.

The woman raised her hand, a sharp scalpel appeared in her hand, grabbed the child's hand and pressed his hand on the chair, the knife in her hand chopped the little boy with force between your fingers.

The aunt shouted loudly, "Let go of my grandson." She raised her hand to grab the woman.

The woman suddenly looked up at the aunt.

As if frightened, the aunt hurriedly hugged her grandson and said, "We don't want chairs, we don't want chairs anymore." She reached out to break the woman's hand.

The woman let go of the child, turned around and took out a pack of wet tissues from the backpack next to her, carefully wiped her hands back and forth, and threw a sentence: "There is something wrong."

The aunt hugged the little boy and walked to the side.

The little boy seemed to be frightened before he recovered, and burst into tears.

Bullying, the child is small, he has suffered so much and suffered so much sin, what if he borrowed a chair.

A woman in her thirties began to persuade again, and two women came over to do ideological work, saying that it is so difficult now that everyone should help each other, the child is pitiful, let him.

One of the women also rushed to Mo Qingqing, who was standing beside him watching the fun, and said, "Little sister, do you think so?"

Mo Qingqing subconsciously thought of the meat in her backpack and Feng Qingran. If this child takes a fancy to it and asks for it, should she also give it to her? She said: "Yeah. Just like me, the things I brought here all the way through life and death, if anyone comes to ask me for something, I will definitely not chop my hands, just stab his eyes with steel bars, and go in through the eye sockets. Come out and stab him in the back of the head."

Feng Qingran shouted: "Little Mo."

Mo Qingqing answered and went to Feng Qingran's side.

Feng Qingran said, "Just be optimistic about your own things."

The woman raised her eyes and glanced at Feng Qingran and Mo Qingqing, then took out the instant noodles and half a bottle of mineral water from the backpack, hesitated, sighed, and put it back into the backpack inside.

Feng Qingran and Mo Qingqing discussed taking out both of their cloaks, one for the mattress and the other for the quilt. Tonight, they huddled together and slept together.

Mo Qingqing said, "Is the cloak enough for four people?"

Feng Qingran said: "I have to keep someone to watch the night, three people sleep in clothes, barely enough to cover."

It was dark in the tent and could not see clearly, Mo Qingqing turned on the headlight.

They drove the road for nearly a day with heavy backpacks on their backs. The road was not safe, and they couldn't stop to eat well. At this moment, they were so hungry that their chests were pressed to their backs.

The meat of the jackal is very hard and full of fishy odor. Mo Qingqing has the python meat that is roasted with all the colors and flavors. The only thing left is to dislike the meat of the jackal, so he gave it to the big stomach king Fengqing Of course. She used a dagger to slice the roasted python meat so thinly that she ate it without raising her head.

Lin Qianyun sat in the innermost part, burying her head in eating like Mo Qingqing.

Lin Runsheng was afraid of her choking, so she hurriedly said, "Eat slowly and drink some water." She handed Lin Qianyun her own water bottle.

Lin Qianyun took the kettle and took a sip of water before continuing to eat.

Lin Runsheng protected Lin Qianyun inside in a protective posture. She still did not forget to pay attention to the surrounding situation when she was cutting and eating meat. These days, she doesn't dare to relax for a moment, and it has become a habit to be vigilant at all times.

Also pay attention to Feng Qingran around.

She noticed that the people in the tent were divided into five groups.

The aunt with grandchildren is a group of seven women between the ages of 20 and 50, like neighbors from the same community. Looking at the meat in their hands at this moment, the little boy started to harass his grandma to eat meat again.

Across from them, a mother and daughter, the daughter looks to be in her early twenties, with a **** on her back, they are currently setting up a tent in their bed position.

The other four are like migrant workers, in their thirties and forties, with disheveled hair, ripped clothes, wounds on their bodies, and no supplies, huddled in the corner, There was panic in his eyes. They smelled the aroma of meat and kept gulping. When they saw Feng Qingran looking over, they quickly looked away.

The woman with the scalpel glanced at them, took out the instant noodles from the backpack, sprinkled some seasonings, and nibbled at the instant noodles expressionlessly.

Feng Qingran glanced at the people in the tent as soon as he entered the tent, and now he saw that the group of people with the grandchildren brought little food and stared at the meat in their hands. Light, I felt that it would definitely not be peaceful tonight.

The little boy's voice became louder and louder: "Grandma, I want meat, I want meat, you go get me meat, I want meat..."

The group of women whispered, and from time to time they seemed to be discussing. After two minutes, the grandmother came over with her grandson and a few others.

Mo Qingqing felt something was wrong, looked up at them, pulled out the steel bars beside the backpack, and poked hard into the cracks of the floor tiles in front of her. One end of the steel bar sank deep into the ground and stood firmly on the ground.

A woman in her thirties said: "Look at this little sister, we are only here to ask for some meat, why are we rough. You see we haven't eaten for several days, and the children are hungry , just divide us a little, we will be considered roommates in the future, and we should take care of each other."

Mo Qingqing gave a thumbs up, put down the meat, stood up, rolled up his sleeves, pulled out the steel bar with one hand and held it in his hand, and waved at them with the other hand, He said, "Okay, if you want meat, you can kill me and take all my meat."

The aunt with the grandson said: "Little sister, there is an army here. We will take some meat, not too much." As she spoke, she went inside to pick up the meat.

Lin Run stretched out her legs without making a sound, tripping the aunt and jumping forward as soon as she could not stand, and she was about to fall on the jackal pad. She pushed the aunt hard, and the aunt fell to the side.

The aunt shouted "Ouch" and shouted: "How can you beat someone? Ouch, my leg hurts, ouch, I fell on my leg."

A group of people suddenly exploded, shouting "how do you beat people?", while accusing, shouting to sue them, and some people rushed to grab the bag.

Lin Qianyun threw herself on the backpack, stretched her arms tightly around the backpacks, and shouted, "This is ours."

The little boy shouted, "I'll kill you little monster." He jumped on Lin Qianyun and pulled her hair, causing Lin Qianyun to scream in pain.

Lin Runsheng rushed up, grabbed the little boy and slapped him in the face, turned and threw the little boy out of the tent.

The tent fell silent for a moment.

The aunt shouted, "My grandson." She rushed out of the tent.

Lin Runsheng hooked the fire axe on the ground with his legs, lifted the fire axe into the air, caught it, and hooked the axe around a woman's neck, pulling the person forward.

The woman's neck was stuck by the fire axe, the sharp axe blade was in front of her, and the bladed edge of the axe pierced her face and cut her flesh.

Mo Qingqing held the tent in her hand, her palms sweating so nervously, she struggled in her heart: "Do you want to kill? I have never killed anyone? Is it illegal to kill? There is an army here. Will the guards shoot me?" She was a little undecided, so she asked Feng Qingran: "Feng Qingran, do you want to kill? Do you want to kill?"

Feng Qingran said in a cold voice: "It's not easy to get here alive, who hasn't had a few lives on their hands. The army has distributed relief materials, and they threw their lives in order to get some meat. It's not worth it here, is it?"

A woman hiding at the back shouted: "I don't believe they really dare to kill."

The woman who was hooked by Lin Runsheng's fire axe shouted: "Don't-" That "ah" was really a scream. When she opened her mouth to shout, a **** hole was pierced by a fire axe in her face.

The aunt with her grandson ran in from the outside with the little boy crying loudly. The little boy was thrown into the drain outside by Lin Runsheng, and was covered in mud.

The aunt roared: "I'll fight with you."

Lin Runsheng moved the axe in his hand from the woman's neck, swinging the axe to chop at the aunt.

Feng Qingran quickly grabbed Lin Runsheng's wrist and shouted, "Xiao Lin."

The fire axe landed on the aunt's head, the tip of the axe had touched her forehead, and there were red and green blood beads dripping down the aunt's forehead.

The aunt froze in place with fright, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her calf trembled. The crying little boy in her hand slid to the ground, and the cry stopped for a while, crying to the core.

When Mo Qingqing saw Lin Runsheng, she used an axe to fight, of course not to be left behind, she shouted: "This is going to be a group fight!" The steel bar to tie the troublesome little boy.

Feng Qingran shouted again: "Little Mo."

Mo Qingqing jumped in the air, and when she heard Feng Qingran's shouting, she put away the steel bar in her hand that was going to be tied to the little boy, and shouted angrily: "Do you want to call? Words! They all want to rob us, why not let me beat them? Don't say beat them back and beat them, you only taught me one trick, what you said is to stab them to death without giving them a chance to breathe."

Feng Qingran said: "Haven't they robbed them yet? Wait until you touch the bag and then fight, then it will be self-defense, so you can justify it."

Mo Qingqing suddenly realized, "Yeah." She quickly stepped aside and exposed the mountaineering bag, waiting for the group of women to grab the backpack, she is very hands-on. She thought that if she could only pierce her eyes, she might cause death, she was still a little scared, she asked Feng Qingran: "Feng Qingran, stabbing people's eye sockets into their brains is no different from stabbing those beasts?" She was very honest Said, "I'm a little nervous."

She didn't see Mo Qingqing nervous when she killed the jackal and helped the blue-scaled beast deal with the python. Feng Qingran glanced at Mo Qingqing angrily, and said, "Just pretend!" She moved the axe that Lin Runsheng was still resting on the aunt's head, and shouted to the group of women, "Don't leave? Really? Do you want to throw your life here?"

They didn't dare to make trouble, two women helped the aunt and walked back to the bed, the other woman hugged the little boy, the little boy kicked his legs desperately on the ground and cried: "I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat, wow …”

The woman shouted angrily: "If you cry again, I will throw you out to feed the beast." "Papa" slapped the little boy in the face, and the little boy's crying stopped abruptly , widened his eyes and froze.

In an instant, the world was quiet.