MTL - Picked up by the Protagonist of a Tormented! MC Novel-Chapter 22 chapter 22

The young people broke the reality that they had no blood relationship, and the two children were stiff.

Chino played the advantage of his own child and pretended not to understand anything, but he went two steps forward, if there is no place to block in front of Xiwei.

Xiwei had a hand behind his back, holding a dagger, and the other hand brought Chino back, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The young man has black short hair and dark eyes, and he smiles. "You can call me Hill."

Chino is desperately thinking back in his mind, who is Hill? Why shouldn’t such a show be a passerby, but there is no one called Hill from beginning to end, and the brain is getting anxious.

Xiwei licked his lips. "What do you want?"

Hill licked his forehead. "Actually, I am taking refuge. Can I let me stay for one night?"

Can be a bright and honest request to go to a stranger's home to stay, this person is not cheeky is strong, Hill is obviously the latter, Xiaoxi Xiwei has no possibility of rejection, the power of this man is beyond doubt, even the idea of ​​resistance can be exempted It is.

Xiwei has no complaints, this is the world, the weak meat is strong, Hill is stronger than him, so you can let go of the old George, you can ban him, you can even "take a place" in their home without sharps.

It’s amazing to have three people in a small ship’s cabin. Hill doesn’t seem to despise this simple environment. When he looks at it, he sits in the corner.

Since the "guest" has no objections, the two children have nothing to say, why should they do it.

Xiwei took out their last bit of food - a bit of a hard-baked pastry, then opened it, and one person swallowed it with cold water.

Hill has been quietly groaning, seeing that the two-year-old child has no complaints or dissatisfaction with such a simple food, nor any reluctance, a flash of smile in his eyes.

By the time they finished eating, Hill didn't know where to take out a fist-sized piece of beef and began to eat. The aroma of the beef was scattered around in the broken cabin, which was simply a crime.

And the abominable Hill still wants to speak. "When a child is a long-body, it is not good to eat such a thing?"

Xiwei is silent.

"It doesn't matter if you don't eat meat."

Xiwei is still silent.

"It won't be good to not eat vegetable skin."

Xiwei is still silent.

His uninteresting reaction made Hill feel sorry. How can young people have no blood and excitement?

Even though he thought about it, Hill handed the beef in his hand to the front of Chino. "Small, not to eat, it is much better than a cake."

The locusts in Chino’s belly were protesting, but the only remaining exercises made him turn his head to show his firm position.

Hill doesn't understand, "Don't eat?"

Chino was worried about his bullying of the protagonist. He heard Hill ask this question without hesitation. "You bite, I don't eat."

When Hilton was speechless, this little guy actually had cleanliness and didn't eat anything that others had bitten.

Chino does have cleanliness, but it is all about life. Jie Jie is sometimes related to the environment. When you are in a situation where you can’t eat enough, and you don’t have time to think about other things all day long, Who can still pay attention to the problem of cleanliness?

He was only at Ying Ying Hill, and Chino would not eat his things anyway.

Xiwei touched his back neck and expressed satisfaction.

The cold fingers made Chino squat and narrowed his neck.

Although Hill had no choice but to give up, he did not know where to take another good piece of beef and handed it over. "This piece has not been eaten."

Chino is even more this time. "You touched, I don't eat."

The so-called nothing to do is to be arrogant and arrogant. This Hill and their innocence, the motive is very suspicious, and he actually has space equipment, really envious of hatred.

Hill was completely speechless, and he felt that it was difficult to wait. He finally understood that this little guy was just singing the opposite.

Since he refused to eat his things, Hill could only communicate with them in a different way. He took out a wooden box and placed it on the ship's board. He waved at the two children with full warning points. "Today is New Year's Day. Is it true? Are you going to kill and kill people like this?"

This sentence is really cool and handsome, if you don't watch the scene, the brain is a horror drama!

Hill's legs are overlapping, and the back rests on the cabin wall, proposing a leisurely posture that is incompatible with the environment. "It's better, let's play the game."

Chino couldn't help but be a bit curious. He said that this Hill is really just a place to stay. Fools don't believe it, but for no reason, how can such a big man bend to come and find them to play games?

Has the protagonist's aura been so anti-invasive, so has begun to exert its enormous influence so early?

However, the style of painting is not right, like what encounters the peerless high-ranking person at first sight, look at the protagonist, and then give the secret to let the protagonist go to the bridge of the hegemony of the world, the cliff is not Chino, if there is, then it is certain It is not the book written by the newspaper without sin. The purpose of the newspaper's innocence is only one word: abuse!

Xiwei did not refuse, he deeply understood the horror and strength of the people in front of him, even if he was the most powerful Nami he saw at the mercenary trade union, he could not do the snow, but for Xiaoxi Xiwei. Nami is already an unattainable existence.

Hill suddenly felt that this boy was more cute than that, and at least he would not try to hurt him.

The exquisite wooden box opens slowly.

Inside, neatly carrying a stack of wooden signs, about the size of a poker card, with complex and rich dark lines, carved up, looks beautiful, and even makes a fascinating light, as if The mind of the person must be sucked in.

Xivila was slightly farther away from Chino. These wooden cards gave people a strange feeling and were very uncomfortable.

Hill put his hands behind his head and said, "This is a small game that I have come up with. My friend named him Tarot. It can predict life, although it is not accurate, but this weather is used to pass the time. It's also very interesting, no."

Neither of the two children answered, obviously only Hill was interesting.

Predict life? Isn't it a fortune-telling? In the Red Moon mainland, there are people who can do it, but those are gods, but no **** is called Hill. Is he using a pseudonym?

Chino thought, trying to find out the true identity of Hill from the extremely small clues, but it is impossible to write a complete world view, and the expressions of those gods only mention several related to the development of the plot. So Chino got nothing.

Hill had already made up his mind, not speaking? That is the default, so I said to Xiwei first, "So start from you, young people, choose three of these thirty tarot cards and hand them to me in order."

If there is a sense of oppression in Hill, it is too strong. Xiwei takes a deep breath and follows his instructions. Hill has taken three cards in turn, thinking about it for a while, with a smile. "You are very good young people, your life will experience hardship first and then embark on the road, as long as you keep your heart, you can get achievements that others can hardly imagine."

Chino is stunned. He can't tell if this is a **** stick or a real prophecy. He said that he is a **** stick. He really said something right. It is a prophecy, it is too ambiguous, and he is on the road. It’s really not a joke. According to the current situation, the maliciousness of the author who can escape the future is still unknown.

I think Hill is estimated to be in the box, and maybe it’s just a game of Chino, and finally put the heart of the blind man down.

Without psychological pressure, you will wonder how Hill will prophesy himself.

The protagonist never believed in Hill from the beginning to the end. He did not respond to this, as if he had completed a common task of Nami.

Then Sivi picked up his shirt and revealed that the belly was not too wide and too deep. The old George's knife tip was sharp, the cut was smooth and neat, and Sivi's rusted toy-like dagger was not the same. .

Sylvia wiped the wound slightly with snow, and wrapped the wound with a black cloth strip.

Hill took the card of Chino and glanced at it. His expression became serious and he was no longer lazy. He sat up straight.

The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly changed.

Xiwei was keenly aware of this change, stopped the action of wrapping the cloth, pulled Chino a hand, and the muscles were tight and ready to deal with any action of this stranger.

There was no smile on Hill’s face. He faced Shi Wei. “Where did you get this kid?”

Sylvia spoke indifferently, "His mother gave it to me."

"So what about his mother?"

"I don't know, I am probably dead."

When Hill heard this answer, it seemed to be a little lost. He paused for a moment and stared at Xiwei’s eyes. He said in a confusing tone. "It’s dark, you feel very sleepy and tired, just want to sleep until dawn. I will never wake up before then."

Xiwei’s original clear and indifferent eyes gradually became confused, and then he fell down on the worn blanket and breathed gradually, and he really fell asleep like this.

Chino saw that Hill did this, and he was so anxious that there was an ominous premonition.

He shook Shiwei, and Sivi slept very well, but it looked like nothing unusual, and he was relieved.

Hill put Chino aside, not knowing where to get some white bandages and boxed ointments, and throwing away the ugly black cloth that Xivi wrapped around, throwing it away, then giving him medicine and bandages. Repackage it.

While doing this, while facing Chino, "little guy, you call him a slap, but do you know that he is not your father?"

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