The soldier looked around and saw that the person who spoke was the chief instructor of these children.

Looking back and continuing to look at the new child, the commander had to admit that even if the child was indeed brave and knowledgeable, it would be meaningless if he could not condense into a demonic root. After all, under truly powerful power, the so-called courage is of no use at all.

But this child has no demonic energy.

He may really develop into a woman in the future.

If a child who has entered here has not yet condensed into a demon root after development, then he is lucky and develops into a male, and may be sent back to continue to be a slave. If he has not died during the training process, if he develops into a female, he will never leave for the rest of his life.

The commander of the soldiers had even begun to vaguely sympathize with the new child. After all, as a bastard, he actually had the courage to fight against these Jiumo children. The newborn indeed had the courage to become a warrior.

Next to the commander, the chief instructor couldn't help but look at the new child.

Yesterday, when the child was sent to him, he also felt that the child probably would not survive today, but the child survived without any danger. It is indeed a magical thing to be able to keep up with those children who are sensitive to the demonic energy even though they are clearly without demonic energy.

He turned around and left, but after all, having demon roots is the first step to becoming a recruit. If he couldn't do this, nothing would make sense.

In the next few days, some places between the children have changed slowly.

The new child still cannot have demonic energy in his qi and blood, but with his flexibility and intelligence, he can always survive. The number of children is still decreasing day by day, but he is always lucky to survive.

But for those Jiumo children, life has become difficult. I found that even if I bully them, the instructors would not care about it. After relying on the advantage of the number of people, the bastard children began to unite to grab their better food and occupy their better beds.

Before becoming Mora, the difference in status between Jiuma and the hybrid still existed. However, when the instructors completely ignored it, the status without force to support it is undoubtedly a joke. After all, Jiuma's existence is not because they are truly true and naturally noble, but because the bones thrown to them by the absolutely powerful and supreme Shura Emperor.

Those bastard kids, who began to really, realized this for the first time.

On that evening, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and fires lit up early around, and the fire was whistling.

The new child sat on the stone and looked into the distance. Niu Shiba and several companions who had obviously formed a small group with him were kicking hard around a Jiumo child. Around them, the other Jiumo children pretended not to see it.

This is a very strange phenomenon. When people can bully others and gain more benefits, they can easily form groups. When they are oppressed, unless they are forced to survive, it is always difficult to unite. This phenomenon seems to be the case from ancient times to the present, both at home and abroad.

Although the counterattack of the bastard against Jiumo's child was brought out by him, he was still the isolated one. Here, there was no partner or friend, and even the small group of bastards who began to gradually form with Niu Shiba, inexplicably excluded him.

The new child is naturally not surprised by this, or if he doesn't, he will be surprised instead.

With a bang, it started to rain in the sky not long after the meal.

This is a new child. The first time he saw the heavy rain in the Mozhu Realm, it seems that it is no different from another world.

The wind and rain were storms, and the surroundings of this barracks were filled with wild noise. Lightning flashed like a long snake in the sky, and the mountains in the distance suddenly lit up. The shape of the big drum-like peaks seemed sad between the heaven and earth.

In the middle of the night, after all the other children fell asleep, the new child, who called Xiaojiang, got up alone, passed under the narrow and rain-wearing eaves, and came to the abandoned shed in the distance, punching each and every punch.

This world is also full of things similar to mysterious energy. He is very sure of this. However, with his ability, he cannot analyze it and then contact and use it. This is an extremely strange thing. There must be some unusual things that go against the "common sense" of his world.

He punched him one by one, and he tried to allow the unknown airflow that permeated this world to penetrate into his blood through the acceleration of his qi and blood.

It was at this moment that he was there, a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth, and then slowly turned around.

Behind him, Luo Zhi walked towards him with a stick and a vicious and resentful face.

"You are crazy! Aren't you very good at hitting?" Luo Zhi grabbed the thick stick with both hands. It was this little bastard that destroyed his prestige. It was the first time in his life that he was threatened and abused by a bastard. It was this little bastard who led the head, so that other bastards no longer feared them.

"I think you can do anything else? I think you have any skills?"

The raised stick suddenly thrust heavily into the new and thin child, thrusting on him.

With a bang, the stick made a trembling sound and broke open.

Luo Zhi's face further twisted, and he grinned in a twist: "Is it scared now, right? I know now." Then he stopped.

In front of him, the thin child uncovered his worn-out clothes, looked down at the bloody marks drawn from it, and sighed: "It actually hurts quite a bit."

The next moment, Luo Zhi felt that in the dark night, more darkness was used for him. While planting back, the cold feeling was like the storm inside and outside his body, roaring in his ears, spinning, and everything was trembling.

He was so frightened that he wanted to scream, but his voice seemed to be in his throat, and he couldn't scream no matter what. He could not see anything. The darkness was like a cold craze, drowned every inch of his flesh and blood, and then penetrated into his lungs.

If someone was nearby at this time, he would see that in the storm like the storm that was leaking from the sky, under the shaking canopy, beside the Jiumo child lying on the ground, the thin figure was expanding little by little, and the flashing lightning poured out bursts of shadows.

With both hands, I checked the body of Jiuma's child on the ground, and a strange airflow penetrated directly. Just like that, I don't know how long it took, then a man muttered to himself: "So this is what it looks like? It's really a bit troublesome. No wonder in this world, only men can have the 'demon roots'."

The child who fell to the ground could not hear his words. The coldness, despair, and the cold feeling was like the tentacles of a demon, which penetrated into every corner of his body, caressed everything, and then copied everything. It was a power from the depths of the soul. The child could not resist and could not resist, and then could only tremble in despair in the endless darkness.

Then there is a deeper dimness.

Early the next morning, before the sky began to shine, a scream came from afar.

The other children were awakened one after another and looked at each other. Among them, the new child slowly opened his eyes, and no one noticed when he returned here.

An instructor rushed to the direction where the sound came. The wet ground outside made a sound of footsteps, which was the trampling and impact of the soldiers' boots on the bumpy ground. The new child did not look outside curiously like other children. He was just lying on the bed, and the invisible qi was slowly rotating in the dantian below his abdomen.

During that day, the training continued. Despite this, the Jiuma children began to notice that one of them was missing. Although they realized who was screaming at dawn, no one dared to ask, or, although there was curiosity hidden in their hearts, no one really cared so much.

In the evening, when they came back from training, they heard the cry of children in a wooden house in the distance. They saw the only military doctor in the military camp, walking out of the wooden house, and outside the wooden house, three Moro warriors were chatting and laughing.

In the next few days, the Jiumo child who disappeared in the middle of the night did not return to them, but there were always crying sounds in the wooden house. The crying gradually became a little strange, sharper and softer from the original familiarity.

The new child is as indifferent to these things outside of him as ever. Here, he still has no friends or companions, but his demonic energy has begun to appear on his body. His performance has begun to become better than anyone else. Originally, he just leaned on his flexible body and hung the tail of everyone, and he rushed over without any danger every time, but now, he is always the first to complete the "special training" arranged for them.

"This kid is a natural Moro warrior!"

That day, the head instructor looked at the front of the children who were forced to climb up the iron net. The thinnest but also the most neat new child said with satisfaction.

At the back of the team, a child fell down, and blood was inserted into the sharp, long sword below, and was full of holes, but he couldn't even look at it.

Such days continue. One day, several Moro warriors entered the wooden house in the distance, with sharp screams coming from the wooden house.

The children were silent, no one spoke, no one cared. In fact, at this time, everyone already knew what was happening on that side.

But so what? No one cares about her, nor will her parents know what happened to her.

Niu Shiba looked at the newcomer in the corner among the children. In the past two days, the newcomer no longer trained with them. Every time, the instructor called him to the other side and explained other things.

He was about to have the magic roots and Niu Shiba's heart was filled with jealousy.

From a child who has no demonic energy, who no one thinks he will not live long in such a cruel environment, he has become the first recruit with demonic roots. This child who still looks thin is so enviable.

But he had no idea that this child was different from them. He did not have a demon root. What was in his body was just forged through the adjustment and change of the qi, and it was similar to the demon root.

On that stormy night, the boy was actually the only "boy" here.

Through the examination of the Jiuma child, the boy found that the children in this world were indeed genderless, but at some point below their navel, they had a completely different physiological characteristic from the other world he came from. It was something similar to a "flower bud". Before it really bloomed, it was difficult for you to tell whether it was about to bloom, whether it was a male or female flower.

For these children who are sensitive to demonic energy, the demonic energy that penetrates into their qi and blood flows through their undeveloped buds is like applying specific fertilizers. The demonic energy is absorbed, thereby secreting a different kind of blood. For most children here, this kind of demonic blood itself is very small, but under a huge crisis, the qi and blood stimulation can accelerate the absorption of demonic energy and secretion of demonic blood by the buds.

There is no physiological characteristic of "breeds" in the boy's body. In the world where he lives, the characteristics of men and women are innate, but the children in this world only have the third sex of "breeds". It is uncertain itself, and to a certain extent, it will be affected by the outside world. Just like Schrödinger's cat, the result can only be determined after the box is opened.

The so-called "demonic energy sensitive person" is actually a child whose buds can actively absorb demonic energy and secrete demon blood. The secreted demon blood is not permanent and will usually disappear after a few days as the body is metabolized. The so-called demon roots are to stimulate the buds through various methods, secrete more demon blood, and then in turn use demon blood to infect the buds, erode the buds, and use demon blood to ripen the buds to ripen the development of the buds.

The buds that rely on demon blood to ripen, are different from the buds that grow naturally and develop on their own. After blooming, they may not only produce virgin male characteristics or transform into females. However, the buds that are forced to ripen by demon blood will only bloom with male characteristics, which is the origin of the name "demon root".
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