Cannon Fodder Through Books

Chapter 115 Did This Hand Touch It?
In the grass, there was suddenly a rough trampling sound.

Some unkempt vagrants came over with a large bag of empty bottles, clapping on their slippers, and stepping on the grass roots.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a while, and then showed a malicious smile.

"Kids, the sun is going to set later, why don't you go home, are you lost?"

The boy just hugged his knees, pressed his chin up, and remained silent.

And the girl next to him, reeking of alcohol, was obviously drunk and passed out.

So the tramp was even more convinced that the two children were easy to kill.

The evil thoughts in my heart suddenly popped up.

After looking back and forth for a while, I feel that although the boy looks delicate and looks like a girl, his physical structure is the same as his after all, and he has no interest in the same sex.

He looked at the girl, swallowed, threw the snakeskin bag in his hand, and walked towards her.

"Don't be afraid, when uncle finishes having fun, he will take you home later." The homeless man said shamelessly, standing still and pinching the girl's clean face.

When he was completely satisfied with the hand feeling, he sighed and then went to undo his belt.

But he didn't know if it was because he was too impatient or what, but he pulled the trouser belt back and forth a few times and it became a tight knot, so he had no choice but to concentrate and untie it.

Just as he lowered his head, a familiar nylon rope swung past his eyes and then strangled him around his neck.

The homeless man pulled subconsciously, but was horrified to find that the rope had already been closed, and there was no room for him to break free.

The neck was then tightened tightly, continuously squeezing out all the air in his chest cavity.

He wanted to turn around and knock the man behind the scenes to the ground, but someone stepped on his back, and the rope at his throat was pulled straight back.

When he was on the brink of danger, there was only one thought in his mind——

This murderer is simply well-trained!

The things in front of me are finally about to dissipate.

The homeless man's body gradually collapsed into mud, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

At the last moment, he suddenly got a chance to breathe.

The murderer let go of the rope and walked up to him.

He tried his best to stare, and finally saw the outline of this person clearly, but his expression was even more broken.

Unexpectedly, it was the boy who looked harmless!
The boy smiled suddenly, revealing a milky white fang, looking sinister and violent.

"Uncle, did you touch her with this hand just now?"

The homeless man's Adam's apple has long been damaged, and he can't speak clearly at all, he just wants to crawl backward in horror.

"what--"

Immediately there was a piercing scream in the weeds.

Nangong Yi looked at the broken arm under her feet, without any emotion in her eyes.

The homeless man kept crying for his father and mother, but he didn't get a single syllable right.

The foot on the arm suddenly disappeared.

He was overjoyed, thinking that he had a glimmer of life, so he was about to crawl away.

But the throat was locked again, and the treacherous voice was everywhere: "Uncle, you can leave now."

At the moment when he was completely in hell, the tramp only felt that this boy was more terrifying than Hades!
Not a moment later, his breathing finally stopped.

Nangong Yi let go and threw the rope to the ground, feeling a little disgusted.

Normally, he wouldn't do it himself for such a small guy.

It's just that I didn't let my subordinates follow me today, so I had to come by myself.

Thanks to the homeless man who brought a snakeskin bag so that he could collect materials locally, he simply took the nylon rope from it.

　I should still be able to code.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)