2432: Fight Back

Fight Back

Feng Ye fiddled with the fire. The leader of the devilry cultivators hadn't ordered him to be captured, therefore, the other devilry cultivators didn't do anything. He was just a child, no one took any notice of him. 1

Feng Ye sat by the fire and stirred the flames with a stick in his hand. The more he stirred, the bigger the fire became, and the fierce it got. It was just that they were roasting the game at this point, so they hadn't put the people over the fire yet. 

"Just wait, it will be your turn as soon as the game is cooked." One of the devilry cultivators said indifferently. He took a knife and stabbed the game above the fire and some blood flowed into the fire and made a hissing sound. 

The expressions of the mercenaries who were bound together in a pile changed suddenly in an instant, because they felt a pair of small hands moving quietly among them…

As the time passed, the game soon became cooked, and the rich aroma of the meat spread out. Feng Ye swallowed his saliva involuntarily and looked at it. 

"Uncle, I want to eat too." Feng Ye went to the leader of the devilry cultivators and watched him as he ate meat and drank wine. He couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, what does wine taste like?"

"You want to try it?" The devilry cultivator smiled at him slyly: "The little rascal wants to drink wine?"

"My Father wouldn't let me drink any at home, so I don't know what wine tastes like." He pulled the sleeve of the devilry cultivator with a greedy look on his face and shook it, and said in a childish tone: "Uncle, Uncle, just let me have a sip! I'll just take a sip!"

Perhaps it was because no one had ever dared to get this close to him, so he looked at the delicate and lovely appearance of the little rascal and listened to his soft and tender words, and the devilry cultivator handed over the wine bag to him. 

Feng Ye's eyes lit up. He hugged the wine bag happily and took a few sips. But after a few mouthfuls, his face flushed and he kept coughing: "Cough cough cough, it's so spicy!"

With his mouth open and tongue sticking out, he fanned his mouth with his hand. The surrounding devilry cultivators laughed at his actions. 

"Hahahahaha! Look at him."

The leader of the devilry cultivators also laughed, then he continued to drink his wine. After the time it took to burn an incense stick, there was a bloodthirsty breath in his eyes, and he shouted: "Come! Put them above the fire and roast them one by one!"

"Yes!" The devilry cultivators responded excitedly. They were about to step forward when the child who had a few sips of wine stood up suddenly staggeringly and began to talk nonsense. 

"Two heads? Uncle? Why do you have another head? Uncle, you…" As Feng Ye spoke, his body swayed and he fell into the arms of the devilry cultivator. 

The devilry cultivator's eyes deepened, and when he reached out to push the child away, he saw a cold light refracted and stabbed towards his chest. 

"Umph!"

Because he was unprepared, even if he had seen the cold light that refracted, he wouldn't have been able to react in time to avoid it, so he was stabbed with the knife. When he waved his hand and tried to strangle the child, he saw that the child had already retreated several metres away. 

He was stunned for a moment by that speed. 

"Kill them!"

The leader of the devilry cultivators gave an order to kill all the mercenaries as well as the two little rascals. But who knew, at this moment, when he shouted his voice containing spirit energy, he realised that something was wrong. 

"You drugged me!"

He stared sinisterly at the little rascal who had retreated to where the mercenaries were. Although his voice was gloomy and bloodthirsty, when he spoke, there was no doubt in his voice, only affirmation. 

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