The little man was all only fist big, but as soon as he climbed out of my navel, he saw the wind and sun grow, and suddenly he was like a newborn baby.

This little man's white-like little arm calf, fat beep, wearing a red belly pocket, eyebrows clear, the forehead nodded a red mole, looked back at me, I looked at it, my heart was suddenly shocked, can't help but shout out: "Mile?"

Yes, this little man who climbed out of my belly button eye actually looks like my girlfriend, Michael, for seven points.

Two more, but like me.

Some people here may ask me, saying that the doll climbs out of your navel, is it not painful?

No pain, really no pain, because the millet is not a entity, but a piece of nothing, like gas - just like when people fart, chrysanthemums will not hurt.

That millet climbed out of my navel, looked at me disdainfully, and then turned back, and threatened the dwarves of the low-lying mule.

It will not speak, it is only a baby-like humiliating language, and those small masters who have no brains will be afraid of this and will rush up directly.

The threat was invalid, millet slipped from my stomach to the ground, hands and feet moved, and somehow, actually tied those grass vines tied to me to a rarity, and I also regained my free body.

I was too late to see how the millet got it, because the first dwarf mule had rushed to me.

Hold on!

I have been holding the last core in my hand, and at this moment I have not hesitated to smash this dwarf.

Pung-Pong!

A bang, the core of the low master's brain, the grimace core into the head deep, then its breath ignited, a large ponton of flame rose, the rest of the situation, but also rushed to my side.

Millet seems to be afraid of this fat burning flame, and crawled up to my head and pulled my hair hard.

I rolled toward the side, to avoid this great flame, just got up from the ground, and suddenly saw a few dwarf mules running, their mouths squeaking, seeming very angry.

I can understand the anger in their hearts, and a guy who is being caught is now strong, and it is hard to figure out how.

I just don’t have any bones on my hands anymore.

Without the fruit core, how can I deal with these four or five dwarf masters by my own strength alone?

Just when my heart was wandering, suddenly, the millet in my head was suddenly slapped toward my brain.

I felt my body stiff, and I wasn’t myself.

Just when I was in a panic, a short man rushed to me, standing on the top of my head of the millet waved his hand, I also waved my hand like a puppet.

This seems to be very casual, simple.

However, I don't know what happened, this punch I waved, the movement track inexplicably bypassed the dwarf's claws, directly appeared on its left chest.

My fist, the middle finger bone protruded, and it hit hard there.

I felt the thick hair on the chest of the green-haired monkey, the hair was rough and the bones were strong, but where I pointed to the top of the bone, it was a little soft.

Is it a door?

I did not know, I saw this fierce dwarf master in my fist, but actually a cry, like a cannonball, swept over the flame of the body of the companion, fell into the dark grass, and then there was no movement.

Ah?

What is this, that looking at the ferocity is frightening, as if the invincible dwarf master, actually was so simple as my simple punch, it was directly solved?

Really fake?

There was a moment of surprise in my mind, and at this moment the rest of the dwarfs rushed up in an attempt to kill me here.

After all, this is the task given to them by the dwarf, and if it is not done, there must be no good fruit to eat.

The dwarfs were fierce, and the expressions on each face made people a creepy, but even if I was afraid to turn around and escape, my body could not help but move, squatting for a while, kicking the leg, and then waving my fist, a little bit like the feeling of radio gymnastics.

However, every simple action, as if the most perfect scheme, those short masters can not touch my body at all, and will hit my fist directly as an appointment.

Most of the time, they will hit their own key and cover door on my fist.

After a few rounds, there was no other short master around me.

I leaned against a tree and gasped, and the millet-like doll climbed down from my head in a sweat, looked at me with disgust, pointing to the low mules on fire, and then crawled in from my belly button.

As it all climbed in, I hurriedly untied my clothes and looked at my navel.

When I saw that it was intact, I took a breath.

At the same time, I finally came to the conclusion that the child in my stomach was a girl...

Girl, what is the name of the best name?

Just thought of this, I immediately returned to reality, called a name, as if she was very familiar with me, this little thing came out, I must not die?

But at this moment, I did not think too much, in accordance with the meaning of the little things, to pull out the grimace nuclei in each dwarf's belly.

In a vain effort, I made nine of them in the bodies of the animals, except for the three confiscated in the hands of the gnome, and one that did not know where to roll, but I could not care too much, and turned my head to look at the old man.

The old man had just fallen into a fantasy and fought life and death with a non-existent enemy, but when I had settled the dwarf mules in front of me, he found that he had already met the dwarf.

The old ghost's body is very strong, pay attention to a fast and flowing, like a knight in the TV, so fast that people's eyes can not catch.

He is great, and this dwarf who traps us is even more powerful.

The guy does not look at people, one foot can kick over the general, but he can use these plants and grasses on the ground, from time to time with frantic growth of the rattan bundles, and sometimes sprinkle some black powder, so that the old ghost can not be close to him.

After keeping his distance from the old man, the guy commanded the dwart master under his hand to launch an attack on the old man.

He commanded these short gentlemen, using a bamboo whistle containing in his mouth, whimpering, and the brutes seemed to be onslaught like chicken blood, not afraid of life and death.

Although the old ghost ate about a dozen so-called blood amaranth fruit, but in the end is still thin, and seriously injured, too late to digest these things, feel gradually in the wind, although also killed part of the dwarf mule, but the body added several scars, the face more and more pale, the whole people are somewhat languishing.

I can see that the old man is not going to be around.

Seeing that the old man was at a loss, my mood was tense, and I subconsciously wanted to turn my head and go, and quickly fled for my life.

However, when I stepped forward, I remembered the time I spent with him these days.

The scene made my step extremely difficult.

Can I go?

No, the old ghost in their own most difficult time, did not abandon me, how can I be hard to do this to him?

Thinking of this, I have a fire in my heart, since I can't escape, then fight, the so-called "dead birds face up, do not die for thousands of years", even a born little ass children dare to despise me, Laozi also made something fresh to give you these guys a look.

With the decision, I ran out of the woods, rushed to the neighborhood of the old ghost, took the core of the fruit without hesitation, and threw it over to the low mules that killed the red-eyed.

I don't know if I saw the millet, my fruit core was thrown hard.

Puff, Punk, Puff...

A clump of flames rose, and the old ghost who was struggling to kill finally found me.

His eyes turned red in an instant, screaming sharply.

This desolate cry should have been directed at the dwarf dwarf, but on the side I also heard a dizziness, vomiting, feeling the eardrums a buzz, and suddenly my ass fell and sat in the dirt.

And before I could react, the old ghost turned into a line and rushed directly to the dwarf.

Ah...

This time, it was the pygmy who cried out.

I endured a huge sense of inadequaescence, got up, and looked in the direction of the other side.

I saw that the old man was holding the dwarf together, and the two rolled down a few laps on the ground, followed by the frantic growth of the weeds to cover the two.

When I rushed to the front, I found that the weeds were slowing down.

When I came, I saw that the old man had bitten the dingy's neck three-quarters, and the man's head was shaved aside, and there was no breath.

I took a cold breath, no matter the dwarf, reached out and patted the old man's pale face, and shouted his name.

The old man did not react at all, as if he were dead.

My heart sank below, I don't know how to do it, and at this time, a few gunshots came in the quiet night, and the dwarfs around me fled, and I turned to look at it, but I was shot on the face by a few strong light-optical cylinders, and nothing was clear.

The strong light made me faint for a while, and when I came back to God, I was buckled with my hands and died in the mud.

There was a noise in my ear, and in the confusion, I heard someone say to another, “Dongzi Luo, I have found the ghost tree of Yu Qiang!”