After sighing and exposing his knees to the air, and the cold wind reduced the pain in his knees, Liu Ming continued on his way.

"Fortunately, Lao Tzu has such a magical thing as a primary healing medicine, and if it is on the earth, I guess I will die of rheumatism and bone pain when it is spring. Liu Ming complained.

Simulating the current speed in my mind a little, I have only walked less than 100 kilometers this week, and if the direction is correct, I have already met the escort team and others.

Life is difficult, Liu Ming said sadly, and continued his journey.

When it was almost night, Liu Ming met the first demonic beast in five days, the Coiled Horn Goat, eating the shriveled grass with a few ethnic groups, and Liu Ming was moved to wipe the saliva from his mouth.

I'm dying of hunger

The horned goat seemed to sense Liu Ming's hostility, turned its head and looked at him fiercely, the fangs in its mouth were different from ordinary goats, sharper than lions, two layers inside and outside, its teeth were bent inward, and there was no possibility of breaking free when it was bitten.

"Sorry, I'm really hungry. Liu Ming gasped and shook his head, mobilizing the last of his strength to kill the Horned Goat.

This goat demon beast was obviously at the leader level, and with a scream, it scattered its own group, lowered its head, and its two coiled horns stood straight, rushing towards Liu Ming with electric light.

"Sleep" Liu Ming didn't expect this change, and temporarily changed direction to pass by the horned goat, and the clothes on his chest were scratched by the horns of the horned goat, revealing a long mark.

The horned goat stopped the car, turned his head and smiled contemptuously at Liu Ming, just when he was hungry, let's see who is the prey

Liu Ming was affected by the back-and-forth collision of the horned goat, and he couldn't attack, and in the process of dodging, Liu Ming remembered what Qin Hao said to him, and the shortcoming of his battle was the rhythm.

Improvisation is strong, but not a constant fight.

"My rhythm" Liu Ming muttered, seeing the time to fly on the horns of the horned goat, and took out a steel bow in mid-air to attack the horned goat, but was hit by the electric light emitted from its horns.

Liu Ming was not angry, and after landing, he walked in a leisurely manner, and consumed the Panjiao goat remotely.

I don't have much physical strength, so I use my soul power to maintain my movement as much as possible, and the benefits of having a body method are here.

Rhythm is not an attack routine, it is a grasp of the battle, suppressing the opponent on the momentum, this is called rhythm

Liu Ming beat more and more

The more agreeable he is, quickly thinking about what his next step should be, even if the horned goat is more physical than Liu Ming, it consumes most of it under the rapid attack.

Seeing that the timing was about the same, Liu Mingshan stepped forward, leaped over its head, and the steel bow hooked the two horns of the cross-horned goat, and used the strong attack skill to cut it off

The two horns are the source of the magic of the Panhorn goat, and after losing it, the whole body is weak, and it falls to the ground to be slaughtered by Liu Ming.

Seeing that his leader was knocked down by Liu Ming, the rest of the Panhorn goats fled in all directions with a sad scream, Liu Ming did not let it suffer too much, and shot through its skull again, and then lay down on the body of the Panhorn goat to rest.

I was too tired to fight with overdraft physical strength the whole time, but Liu Ming was very happy, and he had a new understanding of rhythm.

At the beginning of the battle, he was in a weak position, and he was able to win because he could bring about changes in the battle.

mutter

There was a cry from the stomach, and Liu Ming broke open the skin of the Panjiao goat and bit it down.

If you're hungry, you can't help it, so you can eat two bites of raw meat to satisfy your hunger

Liu Ming gulped down the raw mutton, choking on the sheep, but the meat of the monster contained power, and after a few bites, Liu Ming felt a sense of fullness, and his physical strength was also recovering quickly.

After digesting it, Liu Ming burped with satisfaction, folded his hands and recited the mantra for the horned goat, then peeled off its skin and dried it in the air to eliminate the smell of blood on it.

Picking up the two horns on the ground, there is still a faint current on it, Liu Ming's arm is numb for a while to get used to this feeling, it is too expensive to fight with a bow and arrow all the time, these two horns can barely be used as a melee weapon.

Liu Ming waved a few times, found his touch, cut off a few pieces of tender meat and hurriedly threw them into the backpack, and if it was cold, it was estimated that it would be a stone again.

"A week's rations, let's hold on for the first time. Liu Ming said, putting on a new sheepskin coat and continuing on the road.

A month later.

"Ha" Liu Ming pierced the pangolin-like monster with his horns, picked up its body of more than 100 catties with one hand, and slammed it to the ground, and the other horn was aimed at the throat of the monster, and blood splashed on Liu Ming's face.

Behind him, there were broken tents, living tools were scattered all over the ground, more than a dozen human corpses were eaten by half, there were women and children, from their skinny skinny appearance, it can be seen that they died of cold and starvation.

With several layers of cotton blankets around the child and the woman, and only thin clothes on the man's body, Liu Ming could imagine them waiting for death in despair, becoming more and more angry, tearing the body of the monster to shreds before relieving his anger.

This is the third tribe that Liu Ming has seen affected by the cold winter this month, and none of them have escaped.

Hungry monsters come across humans who have died miserably on their way in search of food, and they don't mind filling their stomachs with a delicious meal.

After wiping the blood on his face and wiping the blood on his face, Liu Ming laid out the human corpse and spent a lot of energy digging a pit to bury it.

Cremation is not prevalent in the grassland, their concept is to return to the grassland, and they also think that the corpse being eaten by the demonic beast is a kind of feedback, but Liu Ming has a hard time accepting this.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. When spring comes, nourishing this land can be regarded as a kind of reward. Liu Ming said, after burying the body, pack up some usable bedding and take it to the road.

Looking up at the deeper sky, Liu Ming took out the map he had made with him, with blood-smeared crosses on it, and bit his finger to draw it again.

"Based on the state of the body, it is estimated that it was just four or five days after death. The small tribes can no longer withstand the devastation of the cold winter, and the medium-sized ones are estimated to last a few days, and it is still too late to come to the rescue themselves. Liu Ming said anxiously, not wasting time and moving on.

According to Liu Ming's analysis, several tribes are not far from each other, and there must be some contact, so they can roughly judge the location of nearby tribes, and in combination with the water source found half a month ago, Liu Ming rushed to the next place non-stop.

It can be said that Liu Ming was quite lucky

In less than half a day of trotting, Liu Ming saw a wisp of flame swaying in the air, which looked like it would be extinguished at any time, and rushed up, the guards at the gate of the tribe were about to lose consciousness, and their cheeks were sunken.

"Hold on" Liu Ming slapped him the face, the system backpack called out warm water and fed it, and then stuffed the shredded meat to help him move his functions, and ran into the tribal camp to help others.

The food stored on his body was not much, but Liu Ming divided it as much as he could, dragged all the people who did not die in a tent, and the quilts and blankets collected before were put to use, covered them, and boiled a large pot of broth to feed them one by one.

Liu Ming's speed was fast enough, but he couldn't resist the speed of the Grim Reaper's harvest, and there were less than ten people who could survive, and the rest died in their sleep just after drinking the broth.