Chapter 35 Evil Clip Sound
With his hair covering his body, you can vaguely see that his face is small, with delicate features, and looks very weak.
His clothes were torn and his trouser legs were torn to pieces.
The whole person was curled up there, a bit like the depiction of a weak and beautiful boy in those ancient sculptures.
He was trembling slightly and looking at himself timidly, his unique golden eyes moist.
As if he didn't dare to look directly, as if he was afraid of being left behind.
Weak and panicked, but dare not ask for help.
It seems that he has entered a state of stress because of this terrorist attack.
At first, Ai Zhe thought it was a girl, but after looking carefully, he confirmed that it was a boy.
The other person's silver-white hair was too long, sticking to his face and covering most of his body.
The boy curled up, looking at himself, trembling and quietly wiping away his tears.
The tattered clothes and pants he was wearing were even more tattered than those of all the other refugees here.
His injuries were more serious than those of other refugees, and he seemed to be one of the most seriously injured.
They should be the worst-off group of people.
Why didn't this person seek medical treatment in time?
Out of concern for fairness to the refugees, Ai Zhe walked over.
"Hey, little brother, how are you? Can you still stand? If you are injured, get on the medical cart immediately."
"We just arranged for the injured to get on the bus. Why didn't you come with us?"
"The medical equipment is still on. Hurry and get in the car so the doctor can check you out."
The boy was still shivering, his hair was too long and thick, falling down like a waterfall.
The whole person looked extremely timid, and his little face, which was difficult to tell whether it was male or female, did not show any aggressiveness at all.
Clean, harmless, and so soft as to be almost transparent.
"Are you an adult? Where are your parents?"
He doesn't look very old. Did he lose his parents?
Ai Zhe thought so, frowning...his expression was a little heavy.
"I'm an adult. My parents... were devoured by a ferocious alien species."
The boy raised his head and answered softly.
Strangely enough, the voice was unexpectedly not weak, but rather a baritone with some kind of low-frequency vibration.
Pure subwoofer, almost as rich as Aizhe.
Ai Zhe was stunned.
You can tell at first glance that his voice has been honed by male hormones.
Ai Zhe looked at him suspiciously. Could he not be as young as he thought?
As if he had noticed something, a subtle and panicked hesitation flashed across the boy's bright golden pupils.
Then he slowly raised his voice to make it sound softer.
"I, I just came of age..."
"I... I'm still a teenager. I just had my coming-of-age ceremony a few days ago... my parents were still alive at that time."
"I didn't expect that they would be gone today... I, I was even bitten on the leg by a ferocious beast."
As he spoke, he bit his lower lip and put his hand over his wound, seeming to be in great pain.
Extremely painful, but restrained and polite.
Ai Zhe didn't have any special feelings towards this weak-looking boy. He just felt that the lines on his face made it difficult to tell whether he was male or female, and he looked very weak.
Maybe the injury was serious.
The boy seemed unable to bear the pain any longer and began to tangle with his own torn pants. He looked around in confusion and panic, then raised his eyes like a kitten, looking at himself pitifully.
"Can you walk now?"
"I can't..." When the boy heard that someone was concerned about whether he could leave, he couldn't help it. It was as if something had exploded, and he looked like he was about to cry. It felt like his grievances finally had a place to go.
The injury was really serious and the leg was still bleeding.
"Can you stand up? Let me see your wound."
The boy thought about it for a moment, then shuddered as if frightened. He looked so pitiful and harmless.
Then he slowly pushed himself up to his feet.
After standing up, Ai Zhe was stunned.
This figure...
The boy was unusually tall and massive.
Although he was still taller, the other person's physique was already that of a mature male warrior, tall and strong.
His arm circumference is even bigger than Northam's. With a little more development and training, he will soon catch up with me.
It's already a very strong physique.
Ai Zhe frowned and looked around. His eyes were not as gentle as before, but there was no immediate expression of abnormality on his face.
The boy seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes became more moist.
He subconsciously shrugged and took a half step back to make himself look more harmless.
"it hurts……"
The boy gritted his teeth, spoke in a low voice, and his eyes continued to moisten.
The wound on the leg was breaking open and bleeding.
There was a deep cut, and blood was seeping down the trouser leg. It didn't look fake.
Ai Zhe was silent for a moment. He had just sent a message to Sting, asking him if anyone from the enemy camp had arranged undercover agents to blend in with the refugees recently.
Sting replied that this hadn't happened in a long time. He also said that if Ai Zhe saw any seriously injured refugees, he should rescue them first and then verify their identities.
No organization is capable of placing undercover agents among the refugees now, and everyone is too busy to protect themselves.
Ai Zhe nodded and glanced at the boy.
The other person's condition seemed to be quite serious, with more and more blood seeping out.
Some of them couldn't stand steadily and fell to the ground.
The wound on his leg had been completely torn open, and the boy looked helpless, as if he was embarrassed because he was injured despite being too tall. He lowered his head and blamed himself.
The injury is indeed not fake.
"Are you okay?"
"Do you need me to carry you? Or do you want a doctor?"
Ai Zhe moved closer and asked softly.
The boy shook his head, glanced at Ai Zhe, then lowered his head, looking shy and timid.
He really doesn't look very old... He looks like a timid teenager...
Ai Zhe looked at the other person.
"Sir, I'll stay here for a while. I'll go over there by myself..."
"I won't cause any trouble for you..."
The boy whispered softly,
With a soft and delicate feeling in the voice that is slightly raised.
But his original voice sounded particularly strange when speaking in this tone...
The boy bit his lower lip as if he was afraid that Ai Zhe would misunderstand.
There was a hint of guilt and embarrassment in his expression.
"Let me carry you over first."
Hearing this, the boy's eyes lit up and he looked up at himself.
The lines of that face were exceptionally smooth, as smooth and delicate as a peeled egg.
His golden eyes sparkled with a real, passionate light, bursting with unconcealable heat and paranoia.
Then, as if realizing something, he quickly lowered his head, continuing to maintain the appearance of a shy boy, biting his lower lip.
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