Chapter 1985: Human little cute (1)

The battlefield almost fled, and Xerox, who was outside the tent, squatted into the battlefield, which rushed out in less than a minute, and took him over.
"How come you come out so soon?" Xerox stared at the battlefield. He watched the battlefield into the tent until now. He hadn't had time to fantasize about it. Is this the Lord actually coming out?
The blush of the battlefield was hot, and Xerox was stunned, and his eyes were nervous and shy.
"..." What is this expression!
"What are you doing inside?" Xerox stunned the battlefield. If it wasn't a short time, he really thought that the battlefield had done something unspeakable, and he was so shy.
The battlefield hurriedly shook his head.
"I... I didn't do anything."
Xerox blinked and obviously didn't believe his words.
Nothing to do, blushing like a monkey's buttocks?
Shi Legang was prepared to torture the battlefield and there was a commotion in the camp.
The bonfire around the teenagers, I did not know that there was a small figure that attracted all attention.
It was a small person, a dark purple dress, petite hands clasped on the chest, a delicate little tender face covered with crystal clear tears.
"Where are the children?" Zhanye and Xerox rushed over and looked at the little guy who was not tall enough at their waist.
The little guy was surrounded by a group of teenagers, as if he was greatly scared, the small body was shrunk into a ball, the tears flashed in the big watery eyes, and the pitiful appearance made people feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, kid, who are you?" A teenager came forward and asked.
I know that this sentence just asked for an exit, the little guy wowed and cried.
"Wow..."
Smell the sad crying, let a group of teenagers panic, one by one in the same place, I do not know how to be good.
"You... don't cry! We are not malicious." As the captain of the Red Yan team, the battlefield immediately stepped forward, but the little guy was frightened and retreated. The battlefield immediately realized that his tall body is likely to give the little guy. Bringing a sense of oppression, simply squatting down and working hard to create a gentle and amiable face.
I have to say that in the battlefield outside the time of Shen Yanxiao, the IQ is still quite high.
The battlefield practice made the frightened little guy calm down. The little guy glared at the tearful eyes and looked at the battlefield, a small mouth slightly groaning.
That looks like it, watching the battlefield is a bit of a distress.
"What is your name? Why come here? Is it lost?" The battlefield is resistant to and warm.
The little guy took a look at the battlefield and didn't say a word for a long time.
Xerox stared at the little guy for a moment and noticed a strange look.
"The battlefield... this little guy, it seems...not the undead." Xerox’s voice was tense.
Not a dead soul?
All the teenagers were stunned, the closest to the little guy's battlefield, only to find that the little cute body in front of the eyes did not have the slightest breath of death, but it was filled with a very strange taste, full of vitality.
In the abyss of mourning, except for the undead are undead creatures, both of them will have a dead air, but this iconic breath is not distributed in this little guy.
Obviously, Xerox's guess is correct.
This little guy who accidentally broke into their camp is not their kind!