Chapter 902 Awakening (7 810)

The branches of the tree hole were removed, and the snow fell from the branches and bushes.

Outside the tree hole, the limping little girl carefully swept away all the traces, stuffed the tree hole with a large bunch of leaves and mosses for warmth, and finally got into the tree hole.

Her face was covered with dried blood, but these bloodstains did not belong to her, but to an unlucky robber who stepped on the tripwire trap and was shot in the head by a shotgun hidden in the bushes.

Vika couldn't imagine why this little girl would make such a trap that only old hunters were proficient in, nor could she imagine that this little girl could withstand the crisis of life and death and lay these calculations.

If the old hunter was able to survive the shotgun because of the protection of his fur coat, then Vika would definitely die when those iron sand bullets exploded in her face.

If you insist, the girl was actually injured. The shovel that Vika swung recklessly when she was stabbed did hit her kneecap hard, which caused her to limp until now.

The little girl adjusted her posture in the tree hole and took out a piece of pink fresh meat from her fur coat. Due to the temperature, the surface of the fresh meat had been frozen.

The young boy had been in a deep sleep. He woke up once in the wooden house, but it was only a few minutes. The lieutenant colonel thought he was in a coma because of a severe cold and hypothermia, but the little girl knew that this was not the case. The little boy needed a certain opportunity to wake up, and this opportunity was a lot of energy.

The little boy needed meat, so she found meat, but the price was that her left kneecap was broken.

In the tree hole covered with leaves, the little girl used a dagger to cut pieces of meat rolls from the frozen meat, and stuffed each piece into the boy's mouth. Although the boy was still asleep, he subconsciously chewed all the meat into his stomach, and his snow-white face regained some color.

The little girl kept cutting the meat mechanically. The meat rolls were also very attractive to her, but she resisted the temptation of hunger and stuffed all the food into the boy's mouth, watching him eat it.

After feeding the meat, she grabbed a piece of snow and melted it in her mouth to feed it. After the boy's breathing and body temperature stabilized after eating a lot, she stopped and started her dinner.

The frozen moss and a few wild vegetables in the tree hole were the little girl's food for the next day. She lowered her head and grabbed the weeds that even cows and horses would not eat and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing and swallowing them in big mouthfuls. If she couldn't swallow them, she would eat a mouthful of snow.

If a normal person only ate these things, it would be impossible to survive, but the little girl was obviously different. Her physique was different from that of ordinary people. Her terrible endurance and cold resistance allowed her to perform superhuman actions countless times in this icy and snowy land, but that was all. When fighting against robbers and thugs, she was even so weak that she needed to use traps to kill them.

After the little girl stopped eating, the tree hole fell into a dead silence. She leaned on one side of the tree hole, looking at the sky exposed by the coniferous forest outside through the gap in the hole, and murmured in a barely audible voice, "Hold on a little longer. Hold on a little longer."

In the silent forest, the little girl also fell asleep while murmuring, and the little boy in the tree hole also slept peacefully. Eating a lot of food and drinking water made his complexion better and better, his cheeks became more and more rosy, and even the high fever faded silently.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and everything seemed to be really moving in a good direction.

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In the dark coniferous forest, a voice snapped the diary in the hand and raised the head, with indifference in the pale golden eyes.

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Like waking up from a nightmare, the little girl suddenly opened her eyes from her sleep, and she raised her head alertly, because she heard a subtle hissing sound. A familiar hissing sound!

Those hissing sounds came from far to near, wandering in the forest outside the tree hole, as if attracted by something to find it.

The little girl suddenly turned sideways, her ears close to the branches covering the tree hole, and after listening carefully, she found that she really did not hear wrong.

Devil.

It was that group of monsters, they actually found this tree hole where they hid.

But how could this be possible, she clearly cleared all traces before coming back, even experienced hunters would find it difficult to find her hiding place.

No, wait.

In the tree hole, the little girl reached out and touched her face. Her face was covered with frozen bloody filth. These things still had a strong smell after being frozen. Could it be that these smells attracted those blood-thirsty monsters?

There was no room for further thinking. The little girl quickly lifted the cover of the tree hole and climbed out. Just as she was about to turn back and cover the hole, she suddenly felt a chill on her back.

Turning her head to look over, the "devil" had quietly come not far from her.

A huge black figure, shiny golden pupils, a nightmare-like twisted face, it was wearing a black cloak like a nightmare of death.

The little girl was one of the few who knew the true face of these monsters called "devils" by the people in the wooden house.

Devil. Perhaps its real name is "Deadpool", but few people in the far east of Siberia know of their existence, because they should be active in other places unless someone deliberately brings them here.

This is something more terrible than the devil. Bloodthirstiness is their nature. On land, they are even more sensitive to blood than sharks in the ocean.

They run faster than cheetahs on land, their strength is comparable to that of Siberian brown bears, and their explosive power is equal to that of venomous snakes. If they are targeted outdoors without enough hot weapons, the only outcome is death.

There is no chance of winning. Considering that the little girl has to sacrifice one left leg to fight against an ordinary adult male, the only outcome for her to fight against Deadpool is death.

The earlier shotgun bullets have long been used up. A shotgun without bullets is just a fire stick. Now the girl only has a Yakut dagger in her hand. The black steel blade is stained with the blood of the robbers. Holding it in the little girl's hand will undoubtedly stimulate Deadpool's ferocity all the time.

But the little girl can't retreat. Behind her is a tree hole, and her brother is hiding in it.

So she did something that ordinary people can't understand. She put the dagger on her forearm and then opened a bloody wound inch by inch.

The bright red blood was exposed to the air, like a deadly poison. The deadpool in the black robe let out a cry of grief, which was a symbol of being overwhelmed by desire. The pair of snake-like golden eyes locked onto the little girl and nothing else.

It took a step forward, and the sharp claws under the black robe cracked the snow, like the feet of a lion or tiger.

The little girl suddenly turned around and ran, and the deadpool behind her followed like a ghost. Their speeds were too different. The lame girl ran with one foot deep and one foot shallow, which was extremely funny, and it took the deadpool half a breath to catch up with her.

Just when the deadpool was about to grab the little girl, his tall body suddenly collapsed. It was not that the deadpool became shorter, but that he stepped on empty air and his right foot sank deeply into the snow.

Accident? Coincidence?

Of course not.

Deadpool screamed and wailed. He stepped on a snow pit half a meter deep, which was densely covered with spikes tilted downward. Each spike was sharpened by a dagger. When Deadpool's right leg fell into it and he pulled it up subconsciously, the spikes pierced deeply into his flesh and blood, and black pus and blood like sulfuric acid overflowed!

The little girl kept a distance of less than five meters from Deadpool. She saw Deadpool fall into the trap but did not rush to finish him off, because she knew that this trap, which was enough to cripple an adult's mobility in the Vietnam War, was not worth mentioning for this monster.

Sure enough, Deadpool pulled out his right leg abruptly, and under the black robe, he revealed his lower limbs covered with a few scales. Most of the spikes were broken by the scales, and only a few pierced through the gaps in the scales.

Deadpool continued to run forward, but he stepped into a pit less than two meters away. It was exactly the same spike trap as before, but this time it pierced his left leg.

The little girl continued to retreat steadily, without running away in a panic. If Deadpool had wisdom, he would have discovered that the girl was retreating along a predetermined route - this was the safe route for the entire trap area.

Around the tree hole, the little girl had already dug a large number of traps. No one knew why a girl around ten years old could master so many traps that only old hunters could understand. The trip lock trap that killed Vika was just the simplest one. If Vika had really come to the tree hole earlier, I'm afraid the little girl wouldn't have to show up, and he might have died in the snow.

- These traps were prepared by the little girl for the mysterious lieutenant colonel, but now it seems that the first to enjoy it is the current Deadpool.

Deadpool kept trying to run forward and kept falling into traps. Not only the spike traps, but after touching the trip wire hidden in the snow, the bamboo strips in the bushes stretched into a disposable bow and arrow would shoot short arrows dipped in snake venom to stab Deadpool, but there is no doubt that these short arrows pierced Deadpool's body and could not go any further.

God knows how many pits the little girl dug here, and how many spikes she cut with the dagger with a curled blade. These traps do not require too high technical skills, but only patience and enough endurance, which happen to be the little girl's strengths.

After falling into the spike trap for the fifth time, Deadpool screamed and pulled out his right leg, and the bones were visible. The exposed muscles on the lower limbs that were forcibly pulled out were all crushed, and muddy black blood flowed out from the wound that penetrated, and even some scales fell off because of the muscle rot.

This creature that even elite hybrids fear is actually played around by a little girl. From beginning to end, both sides kept a certain distance. The little girl guided the monster step by step into her trap to consume the opponent's physical strength.

Deadpool's IQ is not high, but he is by no means a complete fool, so after falling into the pit for the fifth time, it no longer rushed forward mindlessly, but suddenly squatted down on all fours, which made the little girl who was originally preparing to slowly retreat suddenly tense up!

Sure enough, the next moment, the huge body leaped towards her like a python, and the densely packed wooden thorns on its hind legs were also broken and flew away by the contraction of muscles.

The little girl almost forced herself to "fall" to the right, and dodged this terrifying blow by falling to the ground at a right angle, but her waist was still severely scratched by Deadpool's claws, leaving a huge bloody wound.

Deadpool hit the coniferous tree behind her before, and a large amount of snow fell from the tree. The little girl, who was in severe pain in her waist, struggled to get up from the ground without thinking and moved away from the snow, then turned back and did not move.

The next moment, Deadpool suddenly rushed out in the snow, and the little girl stared at the distorted face that rushed towards her motionlessly. When the moment came, she suddenly pulled out a hook line behind her and lay down on the spot.

At the end of the broken hook line, a short wooden stick flew high, triggering a chain reaction. Several bamboo whips wrapped around small wooden stakes inserted into the ground twitched violently, releasing the huge accumulated power!

In the bushes, a crossbar with thick thorns like a rake came out with a huge gust of wind, hitting the chest of the flying Deadpool. The spikes on the crossbar with huge kinetic energy directly pierced Deadpool's body, knocking him up and falling into the bushes several meters away, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive!

All this happened in a flash. The little girl fell to the ground, and the crossbar almost brushed her head. But fortunately, she bet right. The final killing move originally prepared for the living ended up being used on Deadpool. It seemed to be effective?

Deadpool's life and death were uncertain. The little girl climbed up from the ground and covered her waist with her hands. There was a wound where her intestines could almost be seen. She was trembling all over, but she endured the severe pain and walked towards the tree hole.

She did not forget to hide the tree hole before leaving, but just as she walked to the entrance of the tree hole, a crying scream sounded in the bushes not far behind her.

The deadpool was not dead, and its vitality allowed it to survive the high-speed impact of the crossbar, but the crossbar still caused it a lot of trouble. The spikes were deeply embedded in the gaps of its bones and could not be pulled out for a while. It struggled to push away the heavy crossbar that pierced its body, and its snake eyes stared at the back of the little girl in the distance.

At the same time, more golden fireflies lit up in the deeper forest, and black shadows appeared layer by layer, like a tide, and the number was countless.

The deadpools finally came with the whispering sound.

"Sweet smell"

"Itchy teeth."

"Thirst."

The shadows walked out of the forest. No one knew where they had been hiding in the coniferous forest before, but now, the little girl with blood was like a deadly drug. They were like bats that smelled blood and appeared at the same time and rushed towards the girl.

However, the little girl at the entrance of the tree hole did not look back to see the desperate scene, because she was staring at the depths of the tree hole, staring at the pair of bright golden eyes.

The little boy woke up.

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In the dim tree hole, the boy who had always been sleeping opened his eyes and was looking at the scarred girl outside.

The boy's sight slowly stopped at the horrible wound on the little girl's waist, as well as the blood and scars all over her body. He could sense that the girl was close to the end of her life.

No matter how strong the bloodline is, it will fall into despair after hundreds of hours of hunger and cold, but the girl squeezed her bloodline to a point that even some super hybrids could not imagine.

Until finally the boy sneered strangely and said, ". Is it worth it?"

The little girl lying at the entrance of the tree hole looked at him, was silent for a long time, and finally nodded gently.

"Memory is very fragile. People regard their lives made up of a lot of memories as their personality, but memory itself is just memory. It can be forgotten and can also be induced to tamper with." The little boy looked at the dirty girl and said in a flat tone.

"I know."

"My dear sister drove me away from you, and even seemed to give you back your 'self'. But in this process, didn't she create your personality again?" The little boy looked at the girl, "Do you really think that what you are thinking now is really your true heart? Don't you feel disgusted to protect me, your enemy, at all costs?"

"I hate you." The little girl looked at the boy's face and whispered, "Please don't misunderstand Yelena, I hate you, I hate you to the bone, and I will never forgive you."

"Of course you should hate me, after all, I once 'killed' you, occupied your body, and erased your existence." The boy chuckled softly, "But even so, you are protecting me."

"No, I just want to protect my brother, that's all." The little girl covered the wound on her waist and whispered, "Matvey, he is the only thing in this world that can prove that I exist."

"Then you are really stupid." The boy looked at the little girl as if he understood something, laughed sarcastically, and stretched out his right hand.

"Anyway, you have successfully bought me time. I have helped Matvey's bloodline to open up. Just do what you said, and now do what you should do!"

". Go protect your brother and kill everyone who tries to hurt him!"

"Can I really do it?" The little girl asked softly, looking at the arm stretched out in front of her, "The enemy is very strong."

"Of course you can. You can do everything Matvey can do, and even better." The boy gradually closed his eyes, and a golden glimmer shone from his eyes. "After all, you are Matvey's sister, the other of the twins on the established throne. The most perfect mixed-blood monarch in history!"

The little girl reached out and held the boy's slender arm, put it to her mouth, and bit it gently with an indescribable solemnity. As her teeth gradually increased their strength, blood flowed from her red lips.

The blood containing the spiral gene fragments was involved, just like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon and splitting its wings.

A cluster of flames gradually burned under the girl's dark eyes, burning more and more vigorously until it finally became the gold of lava.