"Please?" Long Xiaopeng’s small eyes wrinkled. "You are not eating without food. You are different from him."

"Where is the difference, I am also hungry by the fat man." The fat man whispered.

"His body, no murderous." Long Xiao fat said.

Murderous?

The night feathers glanced at the child, and did not wear a space ring on his hand. He turned to the side of the black wind and said: "Go to search for him."

In the dark wind, wipe the mouth and walk to the "robber".

After a while, the black wind took a cloth bag from the child's arms and immediately opened it. The black wind and the vertical eyes became a bit weird.

"Master." Black wind days handed the things in his hand to the night feathers.

Fat man, night wen, and black crepe all look over.

"Yeah?" The fat man's expression was exaggerated, and he turned to look at the child. "Brother, do you usually give this to your boss?"

The night feathers looked at the things that were handed over on the black windy day. The cloth bag was very small. Inside, it was full of heads. Some of the pressure had been flattened, and a small bite was also placed on it.

More importantly... half of this gimmick has grown green.

"Fat, go and untie him." Night Feathers threw the **** out.

The child looked at the night feathers and threw the **** out. The throat was moving, and there was a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

"I told you, don't want to run, there are so many things that you didn't ask, you have to dare to run, don't blame the fat knife and don't recognize people." The fat man threatened while loosening.

The fat man's action on the rope was very big, and the mutton that Long Xiaopeng put on his leg was swayed to the ground.

The child swallowed, and the innocent eyes were hungry.

"Eat, the feeling of being hungry is very uncomfortable." Long Xiaopeng took the baby a water bag and looked at the lamb that had been covered with sand. He had to kick the meat aside.

"Don't, don't throw." The child finally spoke.

The dry palm carefully lifted the mutton from the ground, gently licking the sand above, and the lips squirmed: "Throwing is wasted."

In the silent attention of the people, the child grabbed the mutton with both hands and swallowed it, and did not care about the sand that was still stained on it.

"Hey." Long Xiaopeng handed him the water bag.

"Thank you, thank you." The child glanced at Long Xiaopeng.

"You, shouldn't be a robber." Night Feather stares at the child's face, but a little bit of tender face reveals a rare vicissitudes.

The child continued to be silent.

"Yes, Shi Qing is gone, and another hobby gourd." The fat man looked at the child without saying a word, looked helpless.

A piece of lamb was quickly wiped out under the gorge.

"Yeah." The night feathers handed the roast leg to the child and looked at it: "Is that your weapon?"

The child nodded and looked at the mutton in the hands of the night feathers. The throat was moving and there was a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

"Eat, there are a lot." Night feathers whisper.

"Grab" the roast leg of lamb in the hands of the feathers, and the child continued to gorge.

"What is your name?" Night Feather took the opportunity to ask his information.

"Mallo." The child's voice was a little hoarse.

"This thing, it should be a tool." The black wind day is playing with Marlow's broken weapon.

Tools?

The night feathers turned to look at the black wind, "Do you know this?"

The black wind nodded in the vertical direction and raised his hand to indicate: "In the past, in the town of Black Wind, when I was a child, I often went to the mine to play. The workers used mining tools to use similar tools."