Chapter 124: Ten. Little Exiles (1)

Want to let Roland live, regardless of politics and race. /Just with such thoughts and dim and thin guilt, Brenhill held his trembling body in his arms.
Bitten by a wolf.
In Brunshill's head, there was such a feeling that in reality it was not a four-legged canine beast that bit his hand, but a 5-year-old human boy.
During a short stay in Bode Village, this curious, daring, and at the same time well-behaved boy gave the elf girl the impression of being like a puppy that sticks to others, and at the moment the same person who bit her was only desperate and fiercely burning hatred. Crazy, like a dying beast.
It's the same as a wolf that fell into a trap and did nothing.
When he was young, he was scratched by a wolf with only the last breath. When he met Li Lin, he was also chased by the wolf. Brenhill did not know whether it was a horrible experience of childhood, or it was too painful, and he was an adult and a female officer. The elf cried out.
The heavily armed soldiers rushed in, and the second-class soldiers rushing to the front held up the buttstocks, preparing to hit the purple pupils that released the fierce light.
"Soldier! Stand upright!"
The boy stared straight at his buttstock, which was about to hit him, and flinched back. After shouting in an incomprehensible language, the elf’s malicious face became extremely upright, with a strangely shaped iron rod and wood. The block blend lifted the elf's chest after the crisp heel impact.
"Rifle! Shoulder!"
The serious and self-disciplined face was more confused, and the soldiers below the rank of the major still executed the order, and the rifle leaned on the shoulder. Beech stock butts and metal spears reflect the dazzling light in the sunlight leaking into the tent. The soldiers' killing intentions cooled down with daily training movements and a normal command system.
"You all go out, I will call if needed."
The order not to allow the beak was issued. The empty right hand patted the wooden box holster around his waist to signal that he had sufficient self-defense ability. Under the brute force of Brunshill, the soldiers would argue back and swallow the gun. After the ceremony, he turned and retreated.
The right hand that had finished the ceremony hung down. There was no further severe pain in the left hand where the blood was dripping. The masseter muscle of the 5-year-old boy will only exert the bite force that is suitable for age and body structure, and will not be brave because of the expression. His eyes are fierce and he can match the real carnivorous beasts.
Conversely, the mental bite caused Brenhill to feel a blocked chest more than the actual pain.
The boy closed his mind and contacted the outside world only with corpse-like silence and beast-like indiscriminate attacks. No longer believe what others have said, only use hatred to counterattack everything that is close to him, shrinking into your own darkness and refusing to survive.
For no reason, Brenhill felt that the scene had a sense of deja vu.
Where have you seen this child's temper tantrums? Wanting to search for related impression comparisons from memory, the feeling of pain and the whimpering of an injured beast remind her that it is not the time to do this kind of thing.
"Murderer--"
The scent of curse and resentment oozed from the repeated salutation. The boy's voice was calm, and the black emotional vortex surging under the same calm, beyond the limits of anger, deep hatred fermented from the purple pupil.
It turns out so.
Brenhill suddenly realized.
The boy's hatred was not directed against her. The turbulent emotion is to destroy everything [things related to Li Lin]. Unable to deal with and accept the tragic reality, transforming it into endless hatred of the initiators, uncontrolled spreading around.
It is impossible to forgive, it is impossible to make sense through reasoning. Even if only the teeth can cause a little damage to the enemy, they will try their best to bite and never loosen.
[As you directly under the colonel. In his eyes are accomplices and accomplices. 】
The purple pupil burning resentment, anger, and tears confirms Tyre’s judgment~EbookFREE.me~ The eyes that are about to cry but can’t release the flames that make the viewer’s scalp numb. From Brunshill’s point of view, that’s Extremely painful picture.
How miserable and sad.
Obviously only 5 years old.
It's still an age where even the meaning of the word future is ignorant.
Enjoy the naive age of tomorrow with no doubt and no hassle.
Facing a sudden tragedy, there is absolutely nothing we can do, and we have never been mentally prepared. Only a moment was forced to accept the cruel and heavy reality. I have experienced this, and at the funeral of the loved one, the sister who once held the tears was like a puppet who lost his soul. I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t know what to do. Brunshill could resonate emotionally.
The world is so cruel, stingy only give the gift of [death] to every subject equally. Although all creatures are desperately trying to survive in the harsh environment, death ignores and respects these efforts, takes away life arrogantly and unreasonably, and forces sudden sorrow to the survivors.