The little girl stared at the twenty or thirty embracing and leaving Myanmar men until their disappearance disappeared in front of them.
Except for the little girls, the other group of children just kept crying.
Some children are okay, standing in the same place, tilting their heads to the sky, crying and howling.
Generally, when they come to an unfamiliar place, disobedient children are like a group of puppets looking for a mother. As long as they are placed in a sufficiently spacious place, they will flee everywhere.
No, there are fifty children, both men and women, just like looking for a mother. They flee wildly from east to west and north and south, running, and heading towards the sky, screaming like a headless fly.
One of the fastest children has come to the coast of the island, and rushed into the sea frantically.
"I'm looking for mom! Take me home! I'm looking for dad! Whoa! Whoops! I ..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As the child rushed and cried while coming out of the sea, three gun pistols shot suddenly.
The three shots hit the head, heart and thigh of the child who ran to the beach.
After a second, the child suddenly disappeared and fell to the ground.
Although the children were young and didn't know what death was, all the children instinctively stopped and closed their mouths when they saw this scene.
"Papapa!"
At this time, applause came from the side.
The person in charge of the island who just talked to the twenty or thirty Myanmar men smiled and came to the center of the group of children.
"It's a group of cute children." The person in charge laughed, then lowered his head slightly, looked at the group of children, and said suddenly:
"Know, my name is J. You can call my name directly-J."
A group of children were close together, blinking, not understanding their current situation.
"J, don't scare the children." A tall man with a big beard and a western-looking man walked beside him.
"Hehe." J laughed and stepped aside.
The man with the beard face now came to all the children, suddenly extended his arms, and made a welcome gesture:
"Welcome everyone to Dark Soul, I'm your instructor, just call me Czech."
After Cecilia finished speaking, he suddenly clapped his hands.
Immediately someone handed a string of number plates to the Czech Republic from the side.
Czechoslovakia put the number plate on his hand: "Now let's play a game. I have a number plate from 1 to 50. The number plate you get will be your name.
After the Czechoslovakia spoke, the number plate was issued.
The Czechs squinted as they watched all the children earnestly watching the number plate on their hands.
"Czechla, what the **** are you doing?" J walked to Czejla and grinned fiercely.
"Brother, I'm helping you." Czech pulls a hand on J's shoulder and sneaks his mouth to J's ear.
"The children have just arrived here, of course, they must have a welcoming ceremony. The real game will start tomorrow."
After that, Czecha patted J's shoulder again and walked away with a smile.
Just now, in a group of children, came to an unfamiliar place. Contrary to other children, the little girl who didn't cry or make trouble took her number plate and glanced at it.
The number plate is simple, just made with very ordinary materials.
The little girl glanced at the number plate at a glance, the number of words representing her name-