After entering the infinite game, the full-level boss pretends to be new again

Chapter 324 God’s Prayer [2]

The surrounding area was blocked, only the corners and corners still had some air leaks, and the wind and snow from outside poured in, almost freezing the already cold air into ice, and everyone shivered into a ball .

Yan Qing sniffed, and she moved her fingers, feeling a little stiff. After barely sitting upright, she looked around calmly through the light coming in from the corner.

This is a small space, similar to the trunk of a train. Dozens of trembling children in only unlined clothes are curled up. Everyone looks young, and it is roughly estimated that the average age in the past was no more than ten years old.

The girl lowered her head to look at her hands. The chubby hands looked like children's hands. They looked dirty. There seemed to be a large area of ​​bruise on the elbow, and the wound was vaguely touched when she raised her hand. .

A timid child next to him sobbed softly, and someone immediately stretched out his hand to cover the child's mouth.

"Hush! Don't make a sound!" The child's voice was full of panic: "Do you want to recruit those people?"

The crying child was frightened instantly, covered his mouth by himself, bit his lips tightly and remained silent, fear and the threat of severe cold made him cold and hungry, tears fell down in big drops, he bit his lip Holding his fingers, he tried his best not to make a sound.

Yan Qing looked at all the children in the dim light, and then she casually looked away.

No.

The girl thought indifferently, there are no players.

Among these dozens of children, there is no player other than her.

"...You, are you okay?" A weak voice came from the side.

Yan Qing turned her head to look, she was a six or seven-year-old girl, trembling all over, and there was no trace of blood on her pale lips.

"I'm fine." Yan Qing said.

The player's physical fitness is much better than ordinary people. Even if he turns into a child, he is much more resistant to freezing than a real child.

"I'm so scared, where will we be taken?" The little girl curled up beside Yan Qing, she seemed to want to hug Yan Qing to keep warm like the people next to her, but she didn't dare to say it, so she could only hold Yan Qing I curled up into a ball, keeping my energy by talking non-stop: "Can I still go home...I want to see my parents..."

Yan Qing turned his head hesitantly. As soon as she moved her lips, a child next to her came over and pulled the little girl: "Tingting, what are you telling her? She escaped from the orphanage and was arrested. The child caught is an unwanted child, so she won't understand what happened to her parents."

Tingting sniffed. Before she could speak, she was taken to the other side by the wrist of the child next to her.

Yan Qing lowered his head thoughtfully.

Her current identity...is a child who escaped from the orphanage?
Then he was caught by this group of people who didn't know what to do to catch a child, and they were trapped in this trunk together.

The more you walk forward, the more Yan Qing can feel the severe cold, and everyone is packed in the trunk of a truck, walking forward aimlessly, the child's body is not resistant to freezing, not long Yan Qing felt unbelievably cold and drowsy, but she knew she couldn't fall asleep now.

The totem of thorns hidden under the thin clothes flickered for a moment, Yan Qing healed herself with skills, and the temperature around her body was kept at a comfortable balance point, she leaned against the iron wall of the trunk, intending to close her eyes take a break.

As soon as the eyes were closed, there was a suppressed exclamation from the side: "Tingting, what's wrong with you, Tingting? Wake up, don't sleep!"

Yan Qing opened his eyes and looked over, there were several children gathered at the place where the voice was made.

She stood up and walked slowly over.

The person who was hugged was a six or seven-year-old girl, her lips were pale, and her face had no blood at all. She had already closed her eyes, and her hands were hanging down feebly.

Yan Qing knelt down, and she held the little girl's wrist, before she could channel her mental power, her heart sank.

There is no more breath.

The movement of the trunk seemed to disturb the people in front. The trunk, which had been dark all the time, was illuminated by a glare of light. Someone walked over with a flashlight, smelled of alcohol, and rudely pushed the other children away. Come over, grab the wrist of the little girl named Tingting, and put her finger under the little girl's nose.

"I'm out of breath." The man turned his head and said to his companion.

"It's really weak, this is just the beginning." The man's companion waved his hand and said indifferently: "Throw her out."

The man responded, he grabbed the little girl in his hand like carrying a sack, and was about to walk to the side, but someone grabbed the hem of his trousers suddenly.

The man looked down.

"Where are you taking her?"

Yan Qing raised his eyes slowly, his tone a little indifferent.

This kid, obviously not long ago was still saying that he wanted to go home to see his parents.

But he didn't even have the chance to open his eyes again.

The man kicked the girl's hand away impatiently, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't care about."

The companion of the man next to him came over. He knelt down and looked at the child in front of him. He slowly reached out and pushed the hair next to Yan Qing's face to the side. The dazzling flashlight hit Yan Qing's face directly, and the girl subconsciously closed her eyes. .

"Don't worry, what you all want to do is a good thing." The man laughed lowly: "It's a pity, such a cute little girl."

He stood up, twirling the flashlight in his hand, and looked at the child in unlined clothes sitting on the ground with pity.

Unfortunately, there is no chance to grow up.

The trunk door slammed shut, swallowing the last of the light.

Yan Qing leaned against the corner and looked outside through a not-so-tight gap. It was a vast white world, and the cold wind kept pouring in from the gap. The girl stared at it for a long time, and finally retracted her gaze.

The dungeon is called, God's Prayer.

Perhaps, she can learn a little more.

Until the wind and snow outside finally stopped, the truck carrying dozens of fearful hearts finally stopped.

When the door was opened, Yan Qing was resting with his eyes closed, and something like a long whip hit the iron wall of the truck's trunk, making a deafening bang.

All the children were startled and stood up in panic.

A person next to him walked over with a smile, stroked the hand of the person holding the long whip, and looked at the children in the trunk with a smile.

"Ben, don't be so rude to them."

"These are all my guests."

(End of this chapter)