League of Legends: 700 Years Later

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Bow your waist, hug your head, bend your knees, and close your eyes!

This set of actions of the boy was extremely skillful, and obviously this was not the first time he did this.He contracted tightly into a spherical shape, and his physical instincts and past experience told him that doing so would minimize pain.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

Almost in the next instant, a dozen fists had already banged heavily on the boy's body. His original ragged clothes were immediately torn apart, and suddenly, black and blue scars were revealed from his arm and back.

These black scars should have existed long ago, and there are signs of dissolving now, but as the dozen fists smashed, the bruises began to turn purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, he kicked another foot directly and hit his head fiercely, but fortunately, the boy's arms had been protecting his head, so he only felt the pain in his arms, and his head was not a serious problem. .

However, due to this heavy kick, he could no longer maintain his balance, like an orange that dropped out of his hand and fell to the ground in a panic, rolling a big circle on the ground, with his blood dripping on the ground.

"Trash! I can't do things for you!" A slightly immature voice sounded, but the tone was fierce.

The boy did not dare to refute, because the teenager who spoke was called Deou!He also has an identity that he will never reach, a follower!

He didn't know what his followers were, but once saw this young man directly in front of countless people, killing an adult and no one dared to hold accountable, he seemed to understand vaguely. Followers are one This kind of existence can kill people at will without being punished.

"Snapped!"

Another person stretched out his foot and kicked it horizontally on the boy's elbow. The painful pain hit the boy's nerves again and again, but the boy still didn't say a word, let alone any resistance.

At the beginning, the adult died just because he refuted Deou...

Five minutes later, the boy no longer remembers how many fists and kicks he had suffered. He only felt his breathing heavier and heavier, and his eyes became blurry. The laughter of the children of the same age around him fell into his ears. But it made his heart colder.

"Forget it, this fool's house, after all, has walked out of a follower, although he has been missing for seven or eight years, but it is impossible to guarantee that he will not come back. Killing him will only increase trouble!" Deou said angrily, not looking at him. It’s hard to believe that this is just a teenager who is only about twelve years old.

The fist that came bombarding like rain finally stopped.

The children surrounding the boy didn't even pant for air. Obviously, they had excellent physical fitness.

"Let's go! Don't let my big cousin wait!"

Deou squinted half his eyes and said, watching those children quickly approaching respectfully, he couldn't help being a little secretly proud.

He learned this action from his big cousin. At that time, he was shocked and felt that this expression was too lethal!So he always used this expression from time to time to frighten the children who surrounded him.

Soon, Deou had gone away, but the boy had been on the ground for nearly twenty minutes before he stood up shaking.

The boy does not have a name, or he has a name, but he is deliberately ignored. Almost everyone calls him a fool except his mother, father and younger sister.

He is really stupid. There are always faults in his memory. For example, he has just been beaten, maybe completely forgotten in a few minutes, or if someone slaps the face, he may even forget it in the next second. Who slapped myself.

This situation makes anyone can bully him.

But for some reason, the fool didn't forget his mother, perhaps the person who gave birth to him after all, it was a kind of instinct.And Deou, he has not forgotten, maybe it was the bloody scene of Deou killing that he saw at the beginning that shocked him, so he always remembered Deou's name and the fear he brought to himself.

At this moment, the boy stood up, and he looked around in confusion, and before long, he chose a direction at will and walked staggeringly.

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"Boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door. The door was wooden, but the color was green. This green didn't look like it was painted, it seemed natural.

"The door is not fastened...Come in..."

Inside the house, a tired voice came from a man.

The door opened, and an old woman with the appearance of an aunt led the boy in, then pushed the boy in front of the man, and said bluntly: "Where are the biogas beads?"

"At the table, take it yourself..."

The man sighed, then stretched out his right palm, touching the boy's bruised and blood-stained arm with some regret, and said, "Does it hurt?"

The boy grinned and said, "It hurts...who are you? Do you know where my mother is?"

"Silly boy... I'm your father!" The man seemed to be happy, and said with a smile.

Seeing the man laugh, the boy also laughed. For some reason, he felt that his body suddenly didn't hurt so much.

The old woman with the appearance of the old lady turned upside down the green biogas bead she picked up from the table, showing a satisfied smile. After she glanced at the boy, she couldn't help but said: "Don't tell me, Ye Yongfan, you are a stupid child. Don't let him run around. I suggest you just lock it up. You will waste a bead of biogas almost every day, so why bother!"

Ye Yongfan kept a smile as always, without turning his face, and said lightly: "He is my son, not an animal!"

The aunt rolled her eyes and said, "You get it, it's up to you... You Ye family, it was defeated by him... It takes four hours to collect a biogas bead, and you and your wife will only take one day. Collected four, I met the marsh demon, and there was no harvest even for half a month. You wasted a dozen or twenty for him a month, and you lived in this fascinating swamp from the top households to the middle-level households, really... …"

"My son is going to heal and rest..." Ye Yongfan interrupted.

The old lady was speechless, curled her lips, and left.

As soon as the aunt and the old woman left, Ye Yongfan's eyes fell on the boy again, and he laughed and said, "Aunt Cassie, there is nothing wrong with her, but she can’t see that the people around her are better than her. I heard that her son was poisoned by the marsh. She will take care of him at home for a long time, suggesting that I keep you locked up, she must be afraid that other people will get the bargain..."

The boy looked dazed, as if he didn't understand.

Ye Yongfan seems to have been used to it a long time ago. After touching the boy's head, he smiled and said, "You can't learn from Aunt Cassie... Come... I'll give you medicine first..."

"Oh..."

The boy nodded.

Ye Yongfan immediately turned around to get the medicine, but there seemed to be something stuck in the armpit of his hand. Upon closer inspection, he actually did not have legs, but walked on two green logs with his arms stuck in his arms.

His body is a little thin, his face is straight, he is not old, he looks like thirty-seven-eight, but there is a calm breath all over his body, obviously Ye Yongfan's temperament is extremely good.

He took the medicine and smeared the boy's bruise, but soon the door opened again.

Then, a woman with some messy hair but elegant temperament walked in with a little girl carrying a crossbow on her back.