DC New Krypton.

"Oops!"

Ichimaru Gin's half-paralyzed body tilted uncontrollably, and the persimmon cakes he was holding loosened and scattered on the ground.

His thin body leaned out from behind the tree trunk, with a stiff and anxious smile on his face, at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, he regained control of his body, staggered and almost fell out from behind the tree trunk.

Before he could control his body to roll over and dodge, he heard the sound of stones ejected from Harle breaking through the air.

Another stone smashed through the air, passing across the face of Ichimaru Gin's body that was just regaining control, and a line of blood was drawn across his smiling face, and dense small drops of blood flowed from the face. The blood line popped out, formed a blood flow, and flowed down the face.

"Please don't move rashly, the next stone can shoot through your squinted eyes." Haier's voice was flat, another stone appeared at the junction of index finger and thumb in his hand.

Ichimaru Gin, who still wanted to dodge, stiffened his body, and stopped his preparations to dodge.

"He can shoot really well!"

Ichimaru silver has discovered that he can shoot very well.

The first stone was shot towards the sky. It looked ridiculously crooked, but in fact it hit the numb tendons on the back of his foot through ejection, causing him to fall out from behind the tree uncontrollably.

The second shot could scrape across his face while he was moving to control his body, leaving blood lines, it was not a miss, but a warning.

The stone-throwing skills of the person on the opposite side are astonishingly accurate. Of course, the most powerful thing is the prediction of his own actions and a series of psychological prediction actions to get himself out from behind the tree trunk.

The difference in rank was too great, and Ichimaru Gin immediately realized that surrender was the best choice.

"Don't throw stones, I surrender." Ichimaru Gin smiled, sticking out his tongue, the tip of his tongue lightly licked the blood from the scraped line on his cheek, and it smelled like blood.

Squinting his eyes to hide his shock at Harper, he raised his hands helplessly with a smile, expressing his surrender.

"I believe in your surrender." Hall threw away the stone in his hand, and walked towards Ichimaru Gin.

Three stones rolled to the side, making Ichimaru Gin raised his eyebrows slightly.

Haier's behavior of throwing the stone gave Shimaru Gin an illusion that he could fight back.

But he knew.

There is no danger of surrendering now, but if you really think you can fight back and attack, you will probably be killed.

It is difficult for anyone to tolerate the second surrender of others. The reason why tolerance is a virtue is that it is not possessed by most people.

Even though he didn't have stones in his hands, Shimaru Gin was still not ready to challenge this man at this moment.

Haier came to Ichimaru Gin, showed him a slightly ambiguous smile, then bent down to pick up the two persimmon cakes on the ground, patted the sand-stained persimmon cakes, turned around and walked in the direction of Ranju go back.

Ichimaru Gin looked at Har's back in surprise, and then at the four remaining pieces of persimmon cakes that fell on the ground. His eyes were narrowed to only a thread. Facing Har's back, he said:

"The persimmon cakes here are all yours."

Haier walked back to Luan Ju, and stuffed a persimmon cake into her mouth, she sucked it subconsciously, sucked it, the stimulation of the food made her wake up from the starvation dizziness, opened her eyes, felt When he saw the food in his mouth, his body became stronger, and he quickly bit it with his mouth.

"I said, you only need two pieces of persimmon cake." Haier also gently put the persimmon cake in his mouth, let the saliva soften the slightly dry and hard persimmon cake, and ate it bit by bit.

Hall only needed two pieces of persimmon cakes to survive this hungry moment, and there was no need to deprive Ichimaru Gin of his survival supplies.

He survived this time of hunger and hunger, and went to cities and villages. With his own ability, where could he not find food, and he needed to grab the children's cakes to eat?

Seeing that Luan Juhan was biting the persimmon cake and was about to eat it in big mouthfuls, Hai Er reminded: "Eat slowly, bite a little bit with your mouth. Don't starve to death, you will be swallowed to death."

"Uh-huh."

Luanju bit the persimmon cake, nodded like a hamster, and slowed down her eating movements.

Haier sat beside her, slightly biting the slightly sour persimmon cake, passing through his throat and entering his stomach bit by bit, filling his sense of fullness.

Ichimaru Gin squinted his eyes, watching Haier and Ranju holding the persimmon cake, his heart gradually relaxed.

He is not a heinous, unforgiving, unfeeling person, but the resources of Liuhun Street are really tight. Every day, people are beaten to death for one bite, and bullies and villains are rampant. He is a child, living in this kind of place , needs to be careful to survive all the time, and if there is a slight mistake, it will be the end of death, and he is not allowed to show kindness.

It is not easy to save a little persimmon cake.

Seeing that Haier and Luanju have no other thoughts now, and they still have four pieces of persimmon cakes left for him, he feels a little fond of them in his heart.

Ichimaru Gin wiped the tingling blood line on his face with the back of his hand, glanced at the blood on the back of his hand, looked at Haier who was eating persimmon cakes, turned his head, picked up the four pieces of persimmon cakes that fell on the ground, and slapped them away sand.

"Are you going to the village?"

Ichimaru Gin asked after seeing Harle eating half of the persimmon cake slowly.

Haier took the persimmon cake soaked in saliva out of his mouth, nodded and replied, "Yes."

Hearing Haier's answer.

Ichimaru Gin still had no expression, but still had a smiling face.

Luanju next to Haier stopped biting the persimmon cake, and looked at Haier blankly.

"The nearby villages... are not suitable for us children to survive." Ichimaru silver hesitated and said.

With a hamster-like face in his mouth, Ranju nodded knowingly, agreeing with Ichimaru Gin's words.

"What's wrong?" Haier asked as he nibbled on the soaked persimmon cake.

"The nearby village is occupied by several teams of bullies. They will capture children, and then train the children to steal and abduct. After training, they will take them to a bigger city and let the children make profits for them. There is no child Can come back. It is best not to enter the village." Ichimaru Gin reminded.

He believed that it was because of this that Luan Ju ran to the Gobi and was starved to death.

The village is too dangerous for children like them.

With a persimmon cake in his mouth, Luanju nodded in agreement seriously.

"Are they very powerful?" Hall asked again.

Ichimaru Gin thought for a moment.

"Just normal adults."

Those bullies said they were powerful, but they really weren't very powerful. It was the power of ordinary middle-aged men, but they had absolute power to suppress children.

Ichimaru silver feels that he has grown up, and he is not worse than them, but now he is only at a disadvantage because he is a child.

Even, Ichimaru Gin felt that the stones shot by Haer were a little bit more powerful than these adults.

"You follow me to find something delicious, or continue to wander back outside the village?" After eating the persimmon cakes, Hai Er stood up from the ground and walked towards the east, leaving them behind.

Luanju quickly swallowed the last persimmon cake, stood up unsteadily, and followed behind Haier.

Ichimaru Gin hesitated for a moment, held a persimmon cake, looked at the backs of Haier and Ranju, and followed.