Fang Qi was tired and hungry, stinky sweat stuck to his body, and sat lonely in the pit. The surroundings are quiet, except for the sound of the wind is the sound of small insects.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that he is the only one left.

Fang Qi rubbed his rumbling stomach, his chest was so hungry that he pressed his chest against his back, and he couldn't help but start to complain and sigh. Why is there such a big difference between the male protagonist in the book and the actual one? He is obviously a weak, cowardly, skinny little pitiful worm, who is beaten and scolded and does not dare to resist, he only knows how to cry, and it hurts to think about it.

He looked at the child's wounds all over his body yesterday, and he didn't want to mention it in his heart, and he was thinking about how to take good care of him and make him stronger.

As a result, early in the morning, the little sheep was transformed into a cunning little wolf cub. It took only ten minutes before and after to send him into a pit.

The male protagonist was meditating on the edge of the pit, and he was still wondering for a long time, I don't know what the male protagonist meant, and now that I think about it, it is very likely that the little white-eyed wolf is waiting to see if he can climb up. If he climbs up, he's sure the male protagonist will kick him down without hesitation.

Also. The tiger father has no dog, and the male protagonist himself has no dim sum machine city, and it is impossible for him to become a god.

Fang Qi's face hurt, his heart hurt, and he sat on the ground thinking like a little old man with his waist bent.

This kind of deep mountains and old forests, it's impossible to expect someone to save it, and the male protagonist is even more unreliable, and if he doesn't fall into the well, he is very compassionate. Nowadays, there is no other way but to be self-reliant.

Fortunately, the pit is not too deep, and there is a place to climb with strength, so I have to think about it now......

Fang Qi moved his body uncomfortably, stopping his thoughts and looking down, he always felt as if something was pushing his ass.

This big pit has been deposited for many years, and I don't know how deep the fallen leaves have been deposited, and there may be some monsters buried in it...... Fang Qi jumped up like a burning buttocks, swished to the side, his back against the wall, and looked at the place where he had sat with great vigilance.

It wasn't an illusion, there was something there, the slimy leaves arched to the ground, making a 'rustling' squirming sound, as if something was about to break through the ground.

Fang Qi froze and looked left and right to find a weapon, but the pit walls around him were slippery, and there was nothing.

Seeing that the small mound was arching higher and higher, and the monster was about to come out, Fang Qi was in a hurry, bent down quickly, and held his shoes in both hands when he got up again, ready to shoot out at any time.

At this moment, he didn't know what to get out of front of him, there was a fire in the backyard again, Fang Qi felt that the back of his neck was numb and itchy, and something long was slowly crawling against his cheeks, straight to his ears.

Since he was a child, Fang Qi hated insects the most, and always felt that they would drill into people's noses and ears.

Fang Qi threw down a shoe like a fire, grabbed the back of his neck with his left hand subconsciously, pinched it in front of his eyes, good guy, a big centipede half a palm long!

The centipede grew fat and large, bobbing its head and tail in his hands, and countless pairs of feet glowed bright red.

Is it toxic?!

Ahh

Fang Qi got goosebumps all over his body, his hair exploded, and he was so anxious that he jumped on the ground. At this time, there was a familiar tingling sensation on the right side of his face, Fang Qi dropped his other shoe, and slapped his right hand on his face, and it was a big centipede again!

Fang Qi's face changed slightly, his hands flicked wildly, and the centipedes flew out one after the other.

Almost immediately, a flattened duck's beak popped out of the pile of leaves, followed by a hairy head.

The duck's beak leaned back, opened its beak to catch it, and accurately caught the flying centipede and ate it. Another centipede landed not far away, and the duck's beak crawled out of the ground in surprise, shook Yuan Dundun's little buttocks, clasped the moving centipede with two paws, stretched out his tongue and rolled it into his mouth and swallowed it.

Fang Qi: "......"

The duck's beak couldn't be dirtier anymore, with two broken leaves on its head, and a pair of round clear eyes looking at him longingly.

Fang Qi looked back silently.

The little monster is not much bigger than the mobile phone screen, like a chick, the body is round like a ball, the mouth is flat and long like a spatula, and a mouth is bigger than the head.

The little duck looked at him for a while, saw that he didn't react, shook his little head, and took the initiative to walk to Fang Qi. The hind paws kicked the ground, stood up, raised the two front paws, patted the paws, and slapped the mouth.

"Click!"

Fang Qi: "???"

Seeing that he still didn't react, the little duck beak took a few steps forward enthusiastically, raising his paws and slapping his mouth, "Click!

"There's nothing to feed you," Fang Qi said embarrassedly, "I'm tired of letting go, you're stepping on my feet." ”

Duckling's Beak: "......"

The little duck seemed to understand human language, and lonely lowered its front paws, hanging its head and looking at the ground.

Seeing that the duckling's beak had no lethal attack power, Fang Qi ignored it, put on his shoes, groped his way from the bottom of the pit, and turned out a few branches. The bottom of the pit was dark and damp without sunlight, and the branches had fallen in it for a long time, becoming soft and resilient.

He wanted to use a branch to try to scrape off the moss, but later found that it was still slippery, so he simply found a few more branches, peeled off the outer skin, broke the white branches inside, and applied them to the potholes to increase friction.

There are no tools at hand, not even a stone. Fang Qi first used his fingers to pick little by little, the speed was too slow, and finally the patience ran out, directly put it in his mouth and chewed, bit it and then spit it out.

When the toss is over, I don't know how long it has been.

After resting for a while, Fang Qi took off his shoes and socks again, and stuffed them into his shoes into balls. The laces were removed, and the two laces were tied together and hung around the neck.

The little duck tasted the bark that Fang Qi threw on the ground, smacked his lips, and picked up his left and right legs with a bitter face and kicked the bark away. Then he squatted on the mound, licked his mouth, looked at Fang Qi with blank eyes, stretched out his little paw and hesitated to hook Fang Qi's trouser leg.

Fang Qi was ready to go, at this time a small flying insect passed by, the little duckbill was flexible, turned around and twisted the waist, jumped, hooked the tip of the tongue, and ate with the insects.

By the time he finished eating, Fang Qi had already climbed out.

When you take off your shoes, it is easier to put your feet on the pit wall than when you put on shoes. Fang Qi fanned his sweaty hands twice to make them as dry as possible. Then the trouser pockets were filled with branch debris, and every time they climbed up, they were coated with fine wood chips at the next point of focus.

It's stupid, but it works. Fang Qi was full of energy, stumbling, and desperately climbed up, and his anger was about to break.

The head sticks out of the pit, and a large field of wild grass sways in front of him, and success is close in front of him. But when he reached out and grabbed it, he grabbed it and looked closely, and the weeds were 108,000 miles away from him.

The weeds along the pit had long been uprooted, and a small haystack had been piled up beside it.

Fang Qi: "......"

Fang Qi breathed a sigh of relief in his chest, he couldn't go up and down, and he almost choked to death. The details are in the hearts of the people, Hongyuan, a little cub, does not leave a way to live, and it is by no means a good stubble.

In the book, the disciples of the Feng Yao faction all act in groups, and he has no doubt that if these people dare to come to the back mountain, one or two people are alone, and the male protagonist is absolutely sure to kill them.

There were no weeds along the edge of the pit to borrow strength, Fang Qi stabilized his crumbling body, and struggled to pick out a shallow pit on the bare ground.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, pull at the shallow pit hard, and climb up from the pit.

By this time, it was almost dark.

The little duck at the bottom of the pit turned around anxiously, and the people above did not notice it, and it pecked at the wall twice in annoyance, and was about to cry.

Fang Qi was tired enough, lying on the ground and panting first, thinking that the little ancestor could really toss people, and if he didn't avenge him, he wouldn't be able to marry a wife. I didn't eat for a day and a night, and I faced the starry sky, and it took a while to recover.

Gathering all his strength to get up from the ground, the glowing ghost fire lit up all around, Fang Qi shivered, put on his shoes with his head bored, and walked on the road when he was bored, while walking, he always felt that there were people behind him, and there were people next to him...... He walked faster and faster, and finally he was running wildly.

The cave is not far from here, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk.

The journey was uneventful. Seeing the cave from afar, Fang Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he thought that there was a companion of the same kind inside.

He was not a good comer, kicked open the wooden door, and looked inside, but it was quiet, only the moonlight sprinkled on the ground.

Fang Qi was afraid of fraud, so he vigilantly picked up a small pebble outside and threw it in.

The stone 'clicked' and rolled on the ground twice, and Fang Qi waited for a while, but did not move.

Thinking of the male protagonist's situation in the Fengyao faction, Fang Qi's heart sank, and he didn't care about any more temptation, and strode into the grass house.

A small figure curled up on the broken bed, huddled against the wall. Fang Qi sat on the edge of the bed, his hand propped up on the straw mat, and both hands touched the sticky one at the same time.

This touch...... Fang Qi secretly said that it is not good, this is blood!

The child clung to the wall, hiding in the shadows and not seeing clearly. Fang Qi leaned over and hugged the male protagonist, the child turned over in his arms in a daze, Fang Qi hugged him tighter, and coaxed softly: "Obedient, don't move." ”

Not only did he fall into a coma, but he was willing to listen to him, and the child really didn't move.

Carrying the person to the moonlight, there were only two or three movements before and after, and the clothes on Fang Qi's chest were soaked with blood. Looking at him through the moonlight, the child turned into a bloody man, shrunk in his arms, his face was red, and his flesh was blurred.

Fang Qi's eyes were dark, he hadn't seen him for a day, how could this be?

The wound on Hongyuan's body was much stricter than when he saw it this morning.

Last night, he had a mixture □□of old and new wounds, and after a night of recovery, at least he was no longer bleeding. But looking at it now, his original scarred old wound was torn off by someone, revealing the newly grown tender flesh. There were fresh burns on his arms and legs, and the flesh was charred and heavily black.

There is no good skin on the whole body.

Fang Qi couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and rubbed the corners of his forehead, his eyes slightly hot.

He really can't imagine how the male protagonist has come over all these years.

How can anyone be so vicious that he takes pleasure in humiliating others, and does not have the slightest sense of guilt for the evil deeds he has done. On the contrary, it became more and more intense every time, as if he was taken for granted, he was ugly, so he deserved to be bullied.

What exactly is the mentality?

Fang Qi recalled that the entire book "Becoming a God" almost talked about the darkness and ugliness of human nature.

The perpetrators are brutal, and the bystanders are indifferent. It's strange that good people who grow up in such an environment can grow red seedlings.

Either explode in silence or perish in silence. Of course, the male protagonist will not die, he will become a god in silence and launch a crazy revenge on the whole world.

Fang Qi sighed, he had never longed for the ending so much as he did now.

The person in his arms struggled, Fang Qi came back to his senses, hugged the person with one hand, and hastily bandaged the big bloody wound. The child's hands were clenched tightly together, awakened by Fang Qi's movements, his eyes opened a thin slit, and he weakly flashed his fangs.