Ah Zheng hasn't been here for several days.

The food that was delivered before had been eaten two days ago.

The heavy snowfall for three days completely cut off Mulian's way to find food on her own.

God knows how she had survived without food for the past two days, but the vast amount of snow that had piled up at the entrance of the cave was now a large piece missing.

"This damn Ah Zheng, I know that he doesn't have any good intentions!"

Clenched her fists hard, and Mu Lian scolded bitterly in her heart.

When she was not hungry, what she hated the most was the thief.

If it weren't for the thief, he wouldn't be what he is now.

But now, what she hates most is Ah Zheng.

Say bring yourself food every three days, okay, I believe.

However, not long ago, I was told to deliver food once every five days, okay, and I agreed, after all, legs grow on the body.

Later, I said that it was cold, the road was too far, and food would be delivered once every ten days, okay, I also understood, after all, my life was in my hands.

But now it's fifteen days later, what about the food?

This bastard, Ah Zheng, really wants to starve himself to death?

Mulian gritted her teeth with hatred, if she could, she would want to kill Ah Zheng now.

Raising his foot and kicking the copper pot lying on the ground again, Mulian's stomach hurt uncomfortably.

Not long ago, she almost lost her life when she vomited up and down, and at that time, remembering her waste of food, Mulian wanted to strangle herself to death.

But not anymore.

Even if Mulian has this heart, she is already hungry and has no strength.

She lay on the ground, like a dead man, except for the rolling of her eyes from time to time.

Ji thief, Ah Zheng, the two of us, are not good things, as long as I don't die this time, I will definitely not let you go!!

Mu Lian, who had never been so desperate, couldn't help but grit her teeth and said.

Due to an unknown serious illness some time ago, Mulian has not recovered until now, and if she is hungry again, she will be even more powerless.

She blamed all this on the thief and Ah Zheng, if it weren't for these two guys, she wouldn't have become like this.

Looking up to the sky and sighing, Mulian hated her life for being unfair.

From beginning to end, I just want to live, it's just that simple, why, Ji Thief disagrees.

Why, Ah Zai gave himself hope to live, but pushed himself into despair.

The exhaustion of food made Mulian, who was strong and sick, desperate.

It's just that while she complains, she never seems to have thought about a problem.

If you want to live, you can, but the premise of living is that you can't deprive others of their lives at will.

Xing Mulian is used to being left and right, in order to live for herself, anyone is a tool in her eyes.

But what Ji Thief hates the most is such a person, and it is precisely like this that Mu Lian and Ji Thief are destined to be enemies all their lives.

On the white bone wasteland to the north of the eastern plains, the heavy snow for three consecutive days made the primitive people here miserable.

The Eastern Plains are separated from the Bone Wasteland by just one mountain range, but the Eastern Plains to the south of the mountain range are rich in water and grass, and there is plenty of prey.

On the contrary, the white bone wasteland to the north of the mountain range is barren and unobstructed.

Even though it is the season of spring and summer, there is no group of more than ten prey to be found on the White Bone Wasteland.

Here, the biggest prey everyone has ever seen, but it is only a wild boar.

But the fierce physique of the wild boar is not something that these natives can hunt.

The harvest season is already this field, let alone after the autumn harvest and winter storage.

Three days of heavy snow filled the whole land with a silvery white.

Many of the natives, who were simply strapped around their waists, came out of their dwellings one after another, rummaging in the snow for food to feed their stomachs.

Three days of heavy snow made the weather extremely cold.

If it weren't for three days without food, then these natives, who were poorly dressed and poorly armed, were not willing to come out and freeze.

Some of the children walked awkwardly on the snow, their bare feet frozen red from the cold frost and snow.

The vast land is full of scattered indigenous people of various tribes.

Using their previous experience, they rummaged in the snowdrifts and could not escape the heavy snow and the prey that froze to death.

However, even if there is a harvest, how many people's stomachs can be filled?

"Rabbit, I found the rabbit!"

A child, who looked to be only seven or eight years old, grabbed a frozen hare from the snow and cheered.

His body was covered with frostbite scars.

Next to him, there was an old man in his forties and fifties, and when he heard the child's voice, the first thing he did was to rush over and cover the child's mouth.

However, it was already late.

For the first time in three days, the child who saw his prey for the first time could not hold back the joy in his heart, and almost used all his strength to shout.

The sound echoed across the earth, and the primitive people of other nearby tribes rummaging in the snow stopped their movements when they heard the sound, and turned around with a pair of cunning and cruel eyes like wolves and foxes.

The old man grabbed the child in his headquarters with one hand: "Hurry up!"

Before the words fell, the clansmen of the other tribes had already rushed over, each holding their weapons, and shouted ferociously: "Put the rabbit down!"

For a while, there was chaos on the White Bone Wasteland.

A small number of primitive people with wooden spears in their hands became the overlords in the battle, and they held wooden spears to expel and attack those primitive people who dared to grab food from them, and only had some animal bones in their hands as weapons.

The blood-red flowers bloomed on the silvery white earth in an instant.

Hunting, kill the hunter first.

It's almost an unwritten rule in the Bone Wasteland.

Suffice it to say, every day, blood is shed on the Bone Wasteland.

Winters with harsh climates are even more brutal.

There are so many prey, it is impossible for everyone to eat them.

Listening to the painful cries of his kind, the child who first discovered his prey was frightened, and he trembled and pressed the rabbit under him, not daring to make any movement.

Suddenly, in a panic, someone grabbed his hand: "Follow me." ”

The child looked up and saw that it was the same old man of the same clan who had reminded and protected him earlier.

At that time, the child's face was overjoyed, and he jumped up, carried the prey, and followed.

The two fled the scene in the midst of the fight, and only after running away in embarrassment did the child breathe a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but sigh when he looked back and listened to the faint sound of fighting in the distance.

The old man of the same clan also couldn't stop panting and said, "Huh, it's safe here." ”

Hearing this, the child turned to the old man of the same clan and said, "Thank you, thank you, I'll give you a rabbit leg." ”

What the child said was sincere, and he was really grateful to this old man of the same clan.

If it weren't for him, not to mention whether the prey could be saved, even his own life would be a big problem.

The battle in the Bone Wasteland was arguably the most brutal, and the kid had every reason to believe that the battle just now caused by the rabbit in his arms would kill several people.

And he, as the owner of the prey, will not survive at all.

It is precisely because of this that he will express his gratitude to the old man of the same clan who saved him and allowed him to successfully save his prey.

It's just that before his words fell, he saw the kind old man of the same tribe on the other side, but looking at him with strange eyes.

At the moment, the child's heart was groaning, and he instinctively felt that the situation was wrong.

He was about to run, but he let the old man take a step forward, grabbed his neck with one hand and threw it back.

Lying on the ground with a plop, the old man took a step forward, grabbed a sharpened, primitive thigh bone in his hand, forced the child's neck, and sneered: "Hand over the rabbit, otherwise, I will kill it!"

The child was frightened: ",!"

The old man didn't care a lot, he had been hungry for three days, and he couldn't care about the friendship of the same clan, and the human bone in his hand stabbed forward.

With a snort, the child's pupils widened and gradually lost focus.

The old man threw the human bones, snatched the frozen hare from the child's arms, opened his mouth and gnawed on it.

Crunch, blood splattered.

The hare was frozen too hard, and the old man's teeth were not very good, and this bite was flesh and blood, and it was very infiltrating.