Chapter 472 Little Boy

Poor those children, they could still struggle and wailing at first, but after the blood flowed out, their faces turned pale and pale, until they lost their lives in unspeakable pain.

However, that's it, the strong men who slaughtered them still didn't let them go.

The corpses that had just died were still warm. Those strong men skillfully removed the flesh from their bodies piece by piece and stacked them neatly in another large basin. If there was blood flowing down again, they would carefully remove the blood. collected.

The whole process, indescribably skilled machinery, is like operating thousands of times, like an assembly line without any blockage.

When all the children in this group were dealt with, the strong men laughed strangely and walked towards the other children in the cage.

The children desperately shrank into the cage, screaming shrilly, trying to avoid this tragic fate.

But those strong men seemed to be very excited when they heard their screams, grabbed a little girl of five or six years old, grabbed her feet and lifted her upside down, and laughed loudly: "Look at the little girl The skin is tender and the meat is eaten after the blood has been drained, and the meat is roasted and eaten, it must be delicious in the world."

"I'm not bad either!" Another person grabbed the collar of a four-year-old boy, took off his clothes, and took a deep breath, "You look at thin-skinned and tender meat, used to cook soup, this meat It must be fresh and tender and delicious.”

The child who was caught by the two was so frightened that he cried and struggled, but in the hands of this group of strong men, it was like a chicken struggling under the claws of an eagle, there was no possibility of escape.

The brawny man who was holding the person laughed, watching the child struggling and crying, he seemed to find it particularly enjoyable.

But suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his calf, and then, the little boy who had been caught in the air by him was pulled back.

The strong man bowed his head angrily, and soon met a pair of fierce eyes like a wolf cub.

I saw that it was a boy of about eight or nine years old with ragged clothes and a muddy face.

Just now, it was this boy who bit the strong man's calf, and then took advantage of the strong man's distraction and snatched the little boy back.

"You bastard, you are impatient, and you dare to bite Lao Tzu."

The strong man raised his big fan-like hand and slapped the boy in the face with a slap in the face. With a loud pop, the boy was thrown into the cage, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

However, there was no flinch in his angry eyes, and he still stared at the strong man fiercely.

He also protects the three children behind him, with a fierce look on his face that is not afraid of death.

"Okay!" The strong man was completely annoyed by his eyes, and sneered, "Since you want to court death, then I will fulfill you and make you a mummified corpse first."

With that said, he squatted down and pulled the little boy out fiercely.

The three children behind the boy were crying "brother" and desperately grabbing the little boy's clothes, trying to prevent him from being taken away.

However, the strength of the strong man is not comparable to them. Soon, the little boy was carried out like a chicken.

"Stinky boy, soon you will know the fate of offending me... ow-!! stinky boy, you dare to arrest me!"

A bloody five-finger scratch appeared on the strong man's face, and bursts of burning pain came from his face.

The appearance of the strong man in a state of embarrassment attracted the laughter of his companions, "Chen Lao Si, you are really going back as you live, and you can't even deal with a little bastard!"

For Mao, when I write the three words for little boy, I always think of the sweet and sweet words: "Oli goes to school, what should the little boy do when he bullies Ollie? Or, I bully the little boy?"!!! Ha haha~~~~~~