Chapter 64 Buddha. Strong

"There should be someone inside." The sword in Jian Xiao's hand doesn't care whether there is anyone in front of him or not. Naturally, there is no reason for the sword clan to oppose this method. It is indeed a wonderful strategy to be careful. It is not that the sword clan has never encountered the boat overturned in the gutter.

The long sword stabbed straight, and the tip of the sword broke into the room. The sword in Jian Xiao's hand did not encounter any obstacles.

"No one?" When the sword clan saw the incomparable speed of Jianzhou's hand, they knew that the Jianzhang had stabbed an empty space. At this time, the Jianzu clan had turned behind another door of the dwarf house and knocked gently with his fists. The swordsman knocked for a long time and didn't see a dwarf opening the door.

"Let's go in?" Jian Xiao hid outside the door and hesitated.

"In this way, when the thing encounters an ambush, it is difficult for us to play in it at the height of the house." The swordsman looked sadly at the house only two arms high.

"We have to go in and borrow some food." Of course, Jian Xiao knows that what the sword clan said is a question worth discussing, but people are iron, rice is steel, you are the most awesome warrior, and you also have to eat.

"But I always feel that this room is weird." The swordsman said that he began to slowly squat down and look inside. The display in the house was in the eyes of the swordsman, and the swordsman saw the situation inside clearly.

This is the time in view of the caution of the sword clan, and Jian Xiao also squatted down to see the situation inside.

"What did you see?" After a while, Jian Xiao had stood up and asked Jian Xiao on the opposite side.

"Me? I saw a lot of things, but I didn't see any living people. Jian Xiao spread out his hand.

"So do I." After saying that, the sword clan began to squat down again, but at this time, the sword clan did drop a sentence: "I'll go in, uncle Xiao, you guard." After saying that, the swords have begun to enter the house. The height of the house is indeed a little lower than that of other houses. The height of the dwarfs I saw a few days ago is about two arms high. Looking at this house, it is very good to have 80 fingers.

(80 fingers: equivalent to 80 centimeters on the earth. Three arms and twenty-five fingers: equal to 1.75 meters on earth)

Such a height falls on the sword clan, a man with three arms and 25 fingers, which is indeed more uncomfortable than killing the sword clan. The swordsman walked hard in this low house, and the ice blade in his hand was only in one direction, ready to fight at any time.

Soon the swordsman found what they were looking for during the painful march, that was, the kitchen. The swordsman casually found a sack, kicked open the kitchen door again, held the sword with one hand, and packed things into it with the other hand. The sword clan is an eye-opener this time. Damn, there are a lot of ice fruits in this kitchen. Naturally, the noble swords have the deepest understanding of this thing.

"Who are you? How could you break into my house?"

There was a childish voice behind him. The swordsman reflexively inserted the ice blade under his left rib, and the action was extremely fast. At the same time, the swordsman rolled regardless of their own image, and the ice blade in their hands looked at the door once.

With a "when" sword clan stabbed out something. I saw all kinds of bones scattered in front of me. When the swordsman settled down again, the three souls suddenly lost their seven orifices. His sister is really unlucky, the white bone clan. The swordsman cursed himself secretly. The white bone race is one of the rare races in the subcontinent, and the knowledge of this race is also very limited. It is said that when the human soul cannot ascend to heaven or go to hell, the soul of the world will find a skeleton and engrave itself in the other party's head, so the immortal white bone clan appeared in the subcontinent.

And there is a white skeleton in front of him, but this height does make the swordsman a little stunned. The height of the white skeleton in front of us is really limited. It is only 30 fingers tall, and it is not as long as its own hand. According to reason, such a small skeleton must be an infant. However, they stand very standardly, and there is no instability at all, which makes the swordsman remove the judgment that the age of this white skeleton is a child from the bottom of their hearts.

Looking at the small skeleton of the chest ribs in front of him, the swordsman suddenly came to his senses: "What did you just say?"

"Why did you break into my house?" The mouth of the small skeleton closed, and a hoarse voice came from that mouth.

"Your home?" The swordsman deliberately pointed to the ground with the cold blade in his hand: "Is this your home?"

"Of course it's my home."

"Are you a dwarf?" The sword clan has always thought that the other party is also a white bone clan.

"I'm not a dwarf. What is that?"

The words of the small skeleton made the sword clan suddenly have no words. The sword clan looked at it again. The word of the small skeleton is indeed not high. It looks like 30 fingers. The normal dwarf clan should be 25 fingers in one arm, which is equivalent to 75 centimeters. In this way, my God, the height of the small skeleton is only half that of a normal dwarf.

"What kind of person are the dwarf outside that door?" While the swordsman asked questions, they did not put down their guard in their hands. The cold blade held it tightly in his hand and protected his chest.

"That's a thief who occupied my house more than 20 years ago." The voice from the mouth of the small skeleton is still hoarse and unpleasant, but the sword clan can barely hear that the dwarf in front of them should be a child who is only seven or eight years old.

Strange things happen every year, especially this year. Just like what happened in front of us, the sword clan can't believe that this is a dwarf who has been dead for more than 20 years.

"What about the people in your family?" Now that they have guessed the age of the small skeleton, the swordsman looked around alertly. At this time, if there is an adult dwarf, the swordsman can't guarantee that they can perform their martial arts with all their strength in such a small space.

"My parents have passed away a long time ago." The small skeleton turned around and walked to the closet. It was a red closet, and the contents were clear at a glance. Except for the two hammers in the closet, there was nothing at all that could provide any value.

The small skeleton walked to the edge of the closet and picked up two hammers. This action made the swordsman a little nervous, and began to calculate that the hammer fell into the hand of the small skeleton. If the small skeleton rushed over with the advantage of the short body at this time, his cold blade may not be able to withstand this blow.

What surprised the swordsman was that the small skeleton, holding two hammers, was connected to the wall next to it. The hammer was powerful, and the continuous tapping sound of "peng and fluffy" made the swordsmen focus their eyes on the wall. The tapping speed of the small skeleton is also getting faster and faster, and soon a big hole appeared in the wall.

What happened next made the swords quickly understand what the small skeleton was doing. Many bones fell out of the holes in the wall and scattered on the ground.

"Are these your parents?" The sword clan is not a cold-blooded race, especially under the influence of the moment. The sword clan has undergone many changes from before. And compassion is one of them.

The dwarf nodded: "It was also killed by the thief who occupied my house."

The swordsman walked to the side of the small skeleton and took the hammer from the hand of the small skeleton. Compared with the small skeleton, the strength of the swordsman was naturally not small. The true spirit in the Danchi was smashed away with a hammer, and the deafening crash sound stunned the sword flute outside, and the whole small house had collapsed.

"You're really not afraid that others will know we're here." After saying that, Jian Xiao glanced at the swordsquatting in the corner, and saw the cloth bag behind him. He quickly ran over and picked up the cloth bag and filled it with food for a long time.

The swordsman stood up depressedly. This house is too bean curd residue. Of course, such bean curd residue is absolutely not comparable to those projects in China in the previous life. Some of those projects in China can't even withstand a rainstorm. Now the houses of the dwarfs are actually quite strong. At least the hammer of the sword clan is exhausted.

The small skeleton came out from behind the sword clan, brushed, and the cold light flew by. The sword flute's long sword was on the throat of the small skeleton: "Who is this?"

Only then did the swordsman remember that they didn't know their names until now. On the contrary, the small skeleton looks much calmer: "I'm a dwarf Buddha. Hello, Mr. Strong. The small skeleton kindly stretched out its right hand bone, and the dry hand bone looked unique.

"I'm lowering the sword flute." Jian Xiao is not a rough man. He put away his long sword, stretched out his right hand, and then said to the swordsman, "Let's withdraw first." After saying that, Jianxiao grabbed the cloth bag on the ground, bowed his body, and flew quickly to the hillside.

The sword clan also suddenly heard a lot of opening the door. The sound of the collapse of the house was too eye-catching. The sword clan quickly took off its white clothes and packed the skeleton scattered on the ground. There must be a lot of turns in it. However, at present, the sword clan does not want others to know their whereabouts. The sword clan Hold the package and twist Fo Ke with one hand. Strong's arm, strode away in pursuit of the sword flute.

"Is he really a dwarf? Isn't it the white bone clan?" While rushing, Jian Xiao asked.

"I don't understand this problem either. Let's find a safe place to stop first." The swordsman could only answer helplessly.

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"It's really much better at night." Jianxiao ran casually looking for a small forest and stopped. The forest was only small and pitiful, with only three white trees.

The swordsman also stopped to take a rest. Jian Xiao was just a sigh of relief, and his eyes fell on the dwarf beside the sword clan.

"I always think he should be a white bone clan." Jian Xiao looked at it for a long time and finally said a sentence. The sword clan is not easy to answer this question of Jian Xiao, but just handed over the package wrapped in the scattered skeleton to Buddha. In Strong's hand.

"Mr. Jian Xiao, I'm a dwarf, not a white bone." Buddha can correct the words of Jian Xiao.

Jian Xiao: "But all the souls who died and entered the skull cover are classified as the white bone clan, and you are no exception."

Fco. Strong threw his package on the ground and pulled a bone from his ribs: "This body used to belong to me, and now it belongs to me."

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