"Wang!"

A chin pointed at the dozen fist-sized, dark purple fruits on the tree in front of him, and the five-person team immediately pounced like a wolf.

I really didn't have the slightest hesitation!

One naturally eats with you.

After eating one was not enough, I went to pick the second one, and finally I was half-full, and the tree was empty.

The five people and one dog suddenly fell to the ground like a deflated ball.

Looking at his daughter's godless eyes and her thin face, Yan Haicheng was so distressed that tears were about to flow!

What kind of blood mold is poured here!

In fact, not only Yan Zhu'an, except for the one who can eat raw meat, everyone is almost the same, all of them are hungry, their faces are as white as ghosts, and they don't look far from starving to death.

It's been half a month since I escaped, and those damn poisonous spearmen are still in hot pursuit.

Except for the boring melon seeds, they have no time to eat, and the cooked food they brought from the earth has long been eaten.

There were still rice, flour, noodles, and a few pieces of bacon sausage and dried vegetables that they didn't like, but after so long, they couldn't find a chance to eat them!

Under the pursuit of that group of ferocious poisonous spearmen with spears day and night, not to mention eating a bowl of hot rice, it is not easy to drink boiling water at the end of the day!

After eating cooked food for a few days, at the end of the day, they can drink at most a little batter mixed with dried vegetables, and they don't have enough time to survive the porridge.

If it weren't for one of the natives to follow, from time to time to find some good things such as spiritual fruits to supplement them, everyone would have starved to death.

Those poisonous spearmen don't seem to give up until they die!

The five-person team had long been hungry and their eyes were green! Today, after running for seven or eight hours in a row, the group of poisonous spearmen behind them were tired of running, so they seized the opportunity to rest for a while.

Reluctantly, he gnawed and gnawed the core at hand until there was no trace of flesh, and then put it away in the bag.

It's not that you can't even give up the pit, but in order to avoid tracking as much as possible, the garbage can't be littered.

These days, let alone taking a shower and changing clothes, even if you and pee, you have to hurry up, and you have to let Dou Jiayan dig a pit and bury it when it's over.

After all, the water system ability can only be emergency in terms of cleaning, smelling the rancid smell on his body that can't be rubbed off with a water balloon no matter how English goes, Yan Zhuan rubbed the eye droppings in the corners of his eyes, opened his godless eyes, and muttered: "I really want to drink porridge, chicken porridge ......."

It would be better if there were a few mushrooms, preferably fresh mushrooms or shiitake mushrooms.

She would cut them into thin slices......

One sentence made everyone's tears come down, but they couldn't cry because of lack of water, so they could only mourn their faces.

Dou Jiayan didn't accept his fate as usual, and took advantage of the moment of rest to cook again!

Maybe those poisonous spearmen didn't catch up so quickly today?

Maybe there aren't any other poison spearmen nearby?

The people of this tribe are strong in combat and are not afraid of fierce beasts, so they do not live together, but scatter in groups from east to west.

On the way to escape, from time to time, you can see more than three or five simple thatched huts crowded together, and from a distance, they look like grass mushrooms that have just emerged from the grass.

I don't know if there is a way to communicate with each other, but whenever they drag down a group of poison spearmen and think they can catch their breath, a new poison spearman will chase after them with spears in a short time.

That feeling is like fighting with someone, the opposite wheel battle, people just want to scold their mother!

Fortunately, as they fled, the straw mushroom-like huts became more and more sparse, and they were probably finally out of the territory of the Poison Spearmen.

Carefully picking up a piece of land, Dou Jiayan almost used a pious attitude to condense a stone pot with a spell, so that after English put water in it, it immediately burned quickly!

These days, the speed at which he makes pots and cooks is getting faster and faster! All he does is a bowl of porridge!

Not only Yan Zhuan is looking forward to drinking a bowl of porridge, everyone is looking forward to eating some rice!

There is no way to do it, all their pots and pans are lost due to the Poison Spearmen's close pursuit, and if they want to cook, they have to do it.

They want to cry when they say it, it's not that they haven't tried to cook for a while, but no matter how they set the fire and cook it, they still have to cook it for a few minutes, even if the English soaked the rice with water in advance, it would take a few minutes from making the pot to the rice being able to eat, right?

Whenever the meal was almost cooked, the dog* guys chased after them, and the five-person team could only abandon their belongings and run wildly.

Now they can only rely on Dou Jiayan to eat, in order to prevent picking poisonous branches, they don't even dare to use simple branches and chopsticks, and they all use stone spoons made by spells.

A few days ago, Dou Jiayan was still in the mood to make a stone bowl, and he struggled to make a set, but he was thrown down by the poisonous spearman as soon as the rice was served.

At this time, you can't pay so much attention to it.

With Yan Haicheng here, he is not afraid of lack of spiritual power, and he can operate it in various ways.

It is said that there is a great creation between life and death, and in the past half a month, Dou Jiayan's ability level has risen rapidly, and his control of spells has become more and more refined.

Looking at the white smoke rising from the pot and the frying rice grains constantly rolling, Yan Zhu'an's eyes moistened......

"It would be nice if this pot could fit in your bag!"

In that way, you can cook it again if it is not cooked at one time, or if it is cooked at one time and you don't have time to eat it, you can take it out and eat it directly during the next break......

"Not for the time being, you have to keep using mana to maintain it. ”

If you want to make a stone that doesn't change its properties, it takes a lot of spiritual power, and those artificial gems used to be made out of this, and he can't do it now if he wants to make this pot like that.

The pots and bowls he made would not be scattered without leaving his hands, but they must also be controlled by his spiritual power.

This break seems to be a little longer......

Yan Zhuan looked at the porridge in the pot, and when he was anxious, he went to find a way to speak:

"One, how long will it take to get out......?"

Before he finished a sentence, one quickly transformed!

He was already used to this kind of thing, and Dou Jiayan couldn't care about cooking porridge anymore, and a group of people quickly climbed onto one back!

Not only is Ichi's sense of smell more sensitive than theirs, but his sense of hearing is much better, and they have been able to escape until now, thanks to Ichi's cleverness!

Without waiting for them to sit down, one rushed out!

The stone pot lost Dou Jiayan's spiritual power, and immediately turned into a pile of black sand, and the white and fat rice grains mixed with the sticky rice soup were suddenly scattered on the ground!

"Ahhh

Lying on one back, the nose seemed to be still lingering with the fragrance of food, seeing that the porridge she was thinking about couldn't drink again, Yan Zhu'an's dry eyes actually squeezed out a tear.

The fruit just now is really indispensable!

Gently patting her daughter's back, Zhu Yucui carefully held the shield, ready to resist the rain of spears falling from the sky.

Everyone in this team, including one, wanted to kill them, but unfortunately, their strength was not good, and they could only be chased and beaten, and there was no way.

Because of the hatred of this pot of porridge, Dou Jiayan's spiritual power somehow went up again!

It can be seen that anger either makes people crazy or makes people stronger, and a good-looking person like him always has better luck.

I saw that although he had lost a lot of weight, his face, which could still be regarded as beautiful, was flushed, and after a while, the thunderous footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw that the poisonous spearman holding a spear high at the front suddenly turned into a cloud of black ash, and was blown away by the wind brought by the poisonous spear crowd, pounced on them all over the face!

Dou Jiayan's clenched fist waved violently, and the whole person was so excited!

This is the first poison spearman they have killed!

Finally!

He's finally up to the level of being able to take out the Poison Spearman!

“First blood！”

There were still tears on his eyelashes, Yan Zhu'an was lying on his back, tightly tugging on the fixed rope, but he laughed out loud!

Hearing her dubbing with a smile, everyone was enthusiastic!

Pity......

"I don't have enough spiritual power. ”

Dou Jiayan sighed regretfully.

If he kills such a person, his spiritual power is already empty.

"Don't be afraid!

That's a good start, isn't it?

Seeing that the group of poisonous spearmen behind him had turned into small black dots, they were about to lose sight, feeling the spiritual power that was slowly recovering, Dou Jiayan was high-spirited!

As long as he dares to chase, he will dare to kill!

Sadly, their joy did not last long.

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