12. Growing up in the abyss of death

"I'm sorry...I...I dare not...but...I'm really hungry...No...I can't..."

ǎo Jin's arms were already purple, and he no longer had the strength to stand up, let alone get a sword. The child now had no arrogance as a prince. He looked at the cloaked man, and there was only prayer and expectation on his face.

"I really...can't do it anymore...If you want to fight...just...beat..."

This is not pretentiousness, nor is it lazy. It is indeed not possible. The cape man looked at the child who was almost tortured, and after thinking for a long time, he finally put down the stones in his hands.

"This week is your trial period. Every week after that, it's like this."

The cape man took out a water bag from his arms and handed it to Xiǎo Jin's mouth. After seeing that the child had no strength to open his mouth, he unscrewed the water bag and pointed the hole at his already thirsty cracked mouth.

Gudu-gudu-gudu-gudu-gudu-gudu-

Cool water represents the water of life...

The liquid entered the child's body, and finally, once again, saved his almost exhausted internal organs, allowing his blood to flow again.

"This is my last gift to you. Now you already know the rules I set. After that, you will not receive any gifts from others. If you still want to survive, it's up to you."

The voice is cold and there is no emotion.

Drinking the water, xiǎo ojin watched the cloaked man stand up, put down the kettle and a piece of dry cow, and turned around and left. When xiǎo ojin listened to these words, he nodded in great difficulty and drank water again.

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This is a rule and a loop.

First, the cape man will conduct three days of basic arm strength training on Xiǎo Jin, so that his hands can hold the sword.

Afterwards, the Scythe Cloak Man will spend one night to simulate battles with Xiǎo Jin, guide his fighting style, and tell him what to pay attention to and where to restrain.

On the next day, the black dragon will descend, which will shock the snakes, insects, rats and ants in the desert and catch them up. Xiǎo Jin will use this evening to prepare a week's food reserve. Because in the next six days, he will not have to get any chance to catch food. So this night is the most free, but also the most urgent. If you cannot catch enough food before the sun appears during the day, it means you will definitely go hungry.

The next day is the most terrifying day for xiǎojin. The short cloaked man holding a sword will appear and fight him to a completely different battle with the cloaked man in a sickle. It is a thorough actual battle. Each sword can bring pain. Each prick will indeed pierce its skin and skin, penetrate the bones, and finally kill itself until it is dying and faint.

On the last day, the same short cloaked man appeared. She would give herself the yellow xiǎohuā every time. Strangely, after eating this xiǎohuā, his body would heal quickly, and with her powerful stamina, she often recovered in one night. However, in fact, xiǎojin hoped to lie for a while longer, hoping that his injury would not heal so quickly. In this case, he hoped that he would not fight the cloaked man, but to lie over quickly.

However, such days still continued. Soon, two and a half months passed.

How is the wind blowing sand now? I don’t know. Maybe in the two and a half months of losing the prince, the bucks have become luàn?

However, this is no longer something that Xiǎo Jin can think about now. Compared to his own prince, he obviously has more important things to do now.

On the dunes in the dark night, a "person" was lying there.

He was a child about ten years old, but he was a little less like a child of ten years old.

His hair looked dirty because it had not been taken care of for too long, and it was very long and almost covered with shoulders. The originally gorgeous outfit on his body is now ragged, but under the cuffs of the luolu, two arms filled with muscles appeared.

He lay there.

Holding his breath, it was as if he had completely transformed into one with this desert. XiǎoSè's eyes are no longer as naive as they were more than two months ago. On the contrary, they are full of sharpness and accuracy, becoming a pair of hunter's eyes.

What is this child?

All the things are evident...

A second-level monster, a sand python, slowly crawled out of the sand in front. The monster was spitting out with excitement and looked around. It seemed as if it hadn't seen the human boy lying on the sand...

The sand giant python thought An Shi was squirming forward...

But at this moment, the child suddenly rushed up like a ghost! Without saying a word, he pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and accurately chā the body of the giant python!

With a puff, blood splattered, and the giant python made a slight sound. After that, the python raised its head angrily, turned to look at the child, opened its mouth and bit it, but the child raised his left hand in time, clenched into a fist, and bombarded the python's jaw. Taking advantage of the moment when its neck was tilted back, the child's right hand tightened the hilt, pulled it back, and directly broke the belly. But this was not over, and the sword blade in the air swept across and cleanly cut off the head of the giant python.

After the python's body moved for a while, it finally fell into a pool of blood.

At this moment, the child finally breathed a sigh of relief, took the sword back to his waist, then carried the python that looked a little bigger than him, and walked back. He walked back to a camp where the bonfire was burning, and began to cut the python's rou with the bones of other animals.

"It seems that you are trying to hurry up."

At some point, the cape man appeared in front of the boy again. He looked at his trophy and said slowly.

The boy smiled, roued his nose, and said, "Well, your training is too hard. If you can prepare more, just prepare more. Hello, kidnapper, do you eat?"

The boy cut off a piece of snake and handed it to the cloaker. The cloaker was not polite, so he borrowed it directly, skewed it with an iron sword, and roasted it on the bonfire.

"There is only half a month left before the last time. When do you plan to challenge me? If you win, you will be free."

The cape man said while roasting the rou.

Jin mocked his nose and cut off a piece of snake and roasted it. After thinking about it, he raised his head, looked at the cloaked man, and said, "To be honest, the kidnapper, I am beginning to lose my goal. If it is to play with me, you don't need to take turns to none me like this, right?"

The cape man looked at the squeaking python rou, took it back, tried to take a bite, but no answer.

"I have also thought a lot over the past period of time. I thought of my father and my former life. I originally thought that if there was no opera house, no afternoon tea and nv maids in my life, I would have been unable to live this life. But I still live and live to this day."

ǎojin took back the python, opened his mouth, and took a bite. Because it was too hot, he sniffed a few times. After swallowing it, he said again: "At the beginning, I really hated you very much. But over the days, I found that you seem to have different intentions for everything I did. At least, you taught me to think, and no longer kept rushing."

"I'm not a fool, I'm already ten years old. I can see the changes in my body over the past two months. I know I've gradually become stronger. Maybe it's still far worse than kidnapping you, but I'm indeed becoming stronger."

Jin swallowed the python in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said, "The Killer Uncle, the Buck Empire has had several crises. Several of the crises were resolved, which seemed inexplicably strange. The most famous one was that the Buck was attacked by the Three Kingdoms coalition, but the last 100,000 troops were defeated by the attack of a group of undead soldiers, right? At that time, I was still xiǎo, but now there are many dramas that perform that battle in the song and dance drama. The song and dance drama describe our Buck being blessed by God. But now I can be sure that the reason why our Bucks can still exist is not that they are blessed by God, but that they are blessed by the kidnapped uncle, right?"

The cape man turned his head and looked at the child. The boy now smiled, with a hint of pride on his face.

"After thinking of this, I suddenly felt that I had become so bad all of a sudden. It turned out that I had been undergoing training under such people. You are really strong in kidnapping uncle. Even the Duke of Dailao and Goodes in the past could not be as strong as you, right? At least, he cannot command the dead soldiers."

The man in the cape ate all the python in his hand and stood up. He lowered his head and stared at the child with cold eyes.

"Making you stronger is just a means."

Hearing the cloaked man speak, xiǎo Jin hurriedly clapped his hands, no longer sat down, but stood up respectfully.

"What really needs exercise is your heart."

"A powerful mind can produce powerful power. A power without good maintenance will never be very powerful in the end."

The caped man said slowly -

"No matter what you say, after three months arrive, you will fight me. If you still can't leave a wound on my body, then it will be useless for me to keep you."

"I will kill you at that time. If you imagine me as a messenger of justice and understand what I have now as a word to scare you, then there is only a dead end to you. If you understand, then our lesson tonight will begin."

ǎo Jin knew that what the cloaked man said was definitely not a lie. He was serious.

For a person who can summon the army of death, his father's army is not enough at all. In other words, his value to this person is indeed at best at the very level of "for him to have fun".

If you don't want to die, then live.

This is a very simple requirement, but at the same time, it is also the most complex requirement.

Jin raised his sword, and now the sword in his hand no longer shook like two and a half months ago. The sword body was like cast iron in the air, still moving. He raised two swords with both hands, and the cape man now placed two huge iron pieces on the tip of his sword. Jin snorted, his hands still tightly clenched, without trembling.

But, at this moment...

"Um?"

A strange smell came from the air. The cloaked man turned his head and saw that there was a piece of dust rolling up on the other side of the sky.

"It's a sandstorm."

Jin turned his head and saw the sandstorm. In the more than two months in the desert, he had never seen a sandstorm, but he had never seen such a violent or terrible sandstorm scene. The rolling sandstorm was like crushing everything passing by, and quickly rushed towards this side!

"Uncle kidnapper?"

"Tonight's lesson is very simple, live through this sandstorm."

"ah?"

"If you can survive, it proves that you are stronger than me when I was ten years old. As long as you can live before the deadline comes, I will always find you. If you can't survive, then everything will end."

After that, the cloaked man whistled up to the sky. With this whistle, the black dragon immediately fell from the sky. Before Jin could speak, the cloaked man jumped onto the dragon's back and left.

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Jin held the sword in both hands, turned around, and looked at the overwhelming natural disaster.

Now he is no longer the child he used to be. His repeated battle experiences on the verge of death and almost cramming not only give him a strong body, but also give him courage.

The kidnapper’s uncle is right. The strength of the body can also bring peace of mind.

And the calmness of the mind can also bring more powerful power.

Faced with the rolling sandstorm, the child took a deep breath, closed his eyes... opened it!

Hu rumble rumble ―――――――――――――――――――――――――

The merciless wind swept across this desert of death, covering everything here with the power of destruction. The sand covered the child's slim body, and it seemed that it was not too difficult to crush this ten-year-old child.

Maybe, indeed.

Maybe, not.

Destruction and rebirth have always been the same. Since these sandstorms swept through, it can be described as a disaster destruction...

Then who can guarantee that after this sandstorm, it will not be a tiny but thriving seedling, the moment of rebirth?

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