Bug in survival game

Chapter 234 Dream: Encounter
"Want to play with us?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then you give us that... that doll in your hand, and we'll consider taking you to play with it."

"Huh? Then...that's fine."

"Stay away, let's discuss it first."

"Ok."

"..."

The sky was clear and cloudless, and the sun was shining brightly.

In a remote and abandoned small park, there were four or five boys around the age of ten. They gathered under a big tree and talked about it, leaving only one little boy who looked smaller. , stood up on the grass without shade, and looked at them from time to time.

The little boy's two small hands were tangled in front of him, his eyes were full of apprehension and anticipation.

"...Hahaha, he is just like a little girl, he only likes dolls." Under the big tree, a boy shook the doll in his hand and laughed mockingly.

Someone asked curiously: "Will he be teased and cry like a little girl?"

"Want to try?"

"I bet he'll cry in less than a minute!"

"..."

These children did not notice that a young boy was lying on a branch trunk of the big tree.

The young man was awakened by the movement below, opened his eyes with a worried face, and turned his head to look down.

"Hey, come here." The four or five boys all raised their heads, and the boy in the middle beckoned to the little boy very proudly.

Hearing this, the little boy trotted over. Just as he was about to speak, he saw his doll's leather case was cut by a boy with a knife.

The little boy froze in place.

"Tear~"

The dolls were completely torn, shattered, and then thrown on the grass. Every culprit stepped on them a few times in front of the little boy.

"Hahaha, he is dumbfounded! Dumbfounded!"

"Why didn't you cry?"

"Are you mad? It's been almost a minute? You haven't cried yet."

"Simple, beat him a few times until he cries."

"..."

The little boy froze in place, with watery eyes, only staring at the bunch of rag dolls on the grass.

That was the only gift his mother gave him.

……Gone?
Those little ghosts gathered around one after another, their faces were excited, and they were eager to beat people to tears.

"It's noisy."

The sudden sound startled these malicious little ghost heads.

"Who?"

"On top!"

"Why is there someone up there?"

Looking for the sound, the little ghosts looked up one after another, and met the boy on the tree.

The boy's tone was impatient, and his eyes were sharp and fierce: "Get away."

With just one glance, these brats who like to bully the weak and fear the hard will be stupefied.

Juveniles looked several years older than them, but judging by their height alone, they were already close to the normal height of an adult.

Facing adults, or children older than themselves, these little devils are obviously a little timid.

"Quick, let's go... we..."

"Walk around..."

"..."

Those little ghosts immediately ran away, leaving behind the little boy who was still standing there in a daze.

After a while, the little boy finally responded.

He walked over slowly, then knelt down, picked up the bits and pieces of doll cloth bit by bit, and held them in his arms.

No crying, no fuss.

The boy on the tree watched this scene silently.

In the end, the teenager watched the child's figure leave the small park in a daze.

The boy lay down again, closed his eyes, and sneered from the bottom of his heart.

A silly kid.

(End of this chapter)