It was now the fourteenth day that Lin had been killed in the law enforcement tower, and outside the law enforcement tower, the old man and Yin Qiu had no spare time to take care of Lin Ji now, and the two of them deliberately curled up in a darker corner and began to complain.

"Brother, can't I call you a brother? You better be interesting, and now go to your sister to apologize! The old man looked helpless, and his words were even pleading regardless of the question of seniority.

This is not about the old man's so-called integrity, the key is forced by the current situation! Now Yin Qiu's own sister doesn't know what is crazy, and she is swaggering to practice on the peak of the mountain where the law enforcement tower is located, this is obviously not clear Yin Qiu is hiding here, it is strange!

As for Yin Qiu, who is the person concerned, is not in a state at all now, hearing the old man's words that he doesn't know whether to joke or tell the truth, he didn't react at all, he just fell into a deep thought that he didn't know how deep, nonsense, the key is that in addition to pretending to think now, can he do it?

He is also the most surprised one, saying that although this old lady is usually a little cruel to herself, but that time she didn't know her hiding place, where to care too much, and directly swaggered to catch herself, where would she be so muffled.

After thinking about it, I finally thought of a so-called possibility, and even affirmed in my heart, yes, my sister has changed, and she has become really scheming!

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A haughty and free soul, after a futile struggle, will eventually succumb to grief, hunger, fatigue, and fear, and become a taming tool for hunters to chase rabbits and birds. Anyone who has seen the tragic scene of boiling eagles will never forget it.

It was a newly-grown goshawk with a sharp, curved beak and iron-gray feathers, and powerful claws with sharp hooks, but its legs were bound by an iron chain.

On the first day, the hunter laid a rope net around the eagle, and the tender lamb and water were placed on the outside of the rope net, which the goshawk dismissed. From the moment it accidentally crashed into the trap laid by the hunter and was bound, the goshawk showed a violent and wild temperament, and the two strong talons kept scratching, shaking the chains, and letting out a burst of sad and desolate howls from its mouth. The hunter sneered outside the net rope. The eagle angrily pounced on him again and again, but each time he was pulled back by the chain and fell heavily to the ground. Hit in vain, the eagle's physical strength was depleted little by little.

As night fell, the late autumn wind carried a chill to the bones. The hunter lit a fire at the edge of the field, and in the light of the fire, the eagle's eyes were blood-red, glaring at the ill-intentioned hunter. The hunter's eyes were also blood-red, and he confronted the eagle.

The next day, when the first rays of morning light stained the eagle's feathers, it became even more angry and impatient. It faintly felt hunger in its belly, and the hunter diligently held the lamb in front of its eyes. The eagle violently opened its wings and pounced on the hunter. The hunter hurriedly dodged, but was swept away by the strong wind raised by the eagle. The eagle ignored the tender mutton, and only struck the chain with its beak, and there was a pop-pop-pop sound, and the eagle's beak was already drenched in blood, and the eagle seemed to be ignorant of the pain, and pecked as always. Blood, little by little.

Another night of standoff.

Two days and two nights passed, and the hunter wore out its wildness little by little in the process of confrontation with the eagle, consumed its will, and made it have a sense of awe for man. The hunter saw that after the middle of the night, surrounded by the boundless darkness, the goshawk's anger dissipated little by little, but the hunter did not dare to relax, he was afraid that the slightest carelessness would be wasted.

When the sun shone on the third day, the eagle's beak was already covered with black and hard blood scabs, and the blood even blocked the nostrils, the anger gathered in the eyes dissipated, and the weak body seemed to be unable to drag the heavy iron chains any longer, and the eyes full of golden luster were half-narrowed from time to time, as if they would fall asleep at any time. The hunter has a stick in his hand and keeps teasing it (which has kept him from sleeping for days and nights). Unable to bear it, the goshawk's anger suddenly condensed again, but it was no longer sharp. Its hoarse cry lacks confidence, less deterrence, more sadness and helplessness. When the autumn wind blows, the eagle's feathers look old and messy, and it can no longer find the expression of the proud son of the past - its strength and will are on the verge of collapse.

Another day has passed, and the cold night has come. Under the carefully arranged field of the hunters, the howls of wild beasts rang out. The eagle tightened its feathers and cowered towards the fire, feeling helpless. The beast's howl approached, and the eagle began to tremble visibly. The hunter could clearly see a hint of pity flashing in the eagle's eyes. The hunter went into the net and took the eagle into his arms, stroked the eagle's head, and it no longer struggled to peck, allowing the hunter's fingers to slide down the top of his head and stroke down the slender neck to the broad back. The eagle stretched out tamely, its eyes shining with gentleness and obedience. At this time, the hunter held the tender mutton in the palm of his hand, and the eagle quickly put it in his mouth piece by piece - an eagle was boiled!

During the whole process, as the master of the eagle, the hunter will often stay awake for three days and three nights, and finally fall asleep, which is a struggle, no matter who sees it, it is just a fair and unfair struggle.

When the eagle reappears, it either crouches on the hunter's elbow or hovers low over the hunter's head, and when the prey flashes in the distance, it will strike with great speed...... When a hunter gets his prey, he graciously throws his intestines, liver, lungs, etc. to it.

A proud and free soul is gone.

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What the is this "boiling eagle?"? Just ignoring myself, deliberately staying up with myself, making myself anxious, helpless, suspicious, and psychologically unbalanced! The more I go, the more terrifying I become, and even the most exclamating thing is, my sister! You finally don't treat me as a human being!

Sad, merciful!

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Regardless of Yin Qiu's complicated psychological condition on the outside, Feng Chen, who was on Lin Ji's side at the moment, was in an extremely anxious mood! After all, more than ten days had passed, and Lin Qiu still had no sign of waking up, and no matter who he was, he was inevitably a little irritable and worried.

Of course, the real source of worry still came from the undulating dark red mist around Lin Ji at this moment, only to see countless dark red blood mist filling a radius of tens of meters, and the fog seemed to be extremely heavy and pressed on the ground, and even countless cracked fragments were densely covered.

What is this mist? Feng Chen's face was also blinded, and all he could know now was that his powerful divine sense allowed him to clearly perceive an extremely evil or terrifying power that was born in Lin Ji's body, and these blood mist seemed to be emitted by that kind of power.

A group of fierce beasts once again intruded into this maverick space, although through the visual influence of the fog, but the keen sense of smell made them obviously very interested in Lin Ji's fresh meat, one by one with ugly mouths pounced, but this switch was only Feng Chen's indifference, even indifferent smile.

They pounced quickly, very fiercely, regardless of the rush into the blood mist, and crossed a long distance in a row, they traveled very fast, until it gradually slowed down, and finally approached the moment when Lin Ji was less than a meter away, and the change was steep.

Their bodies burst open, only to see a spark in the blood mist, all the muscles, bones, and hair all dissipated into dust, and disappeared into the air, and finally only countless fresh blood was left through the blood mist, floating in the air, and then the red light flashed, all of which disappeared into Lin Ji's body.

Looking at Lin Ji, who was buried with a thin layer of ash on his body again, Feng Chen's face was as gloomy as ever, and he couldn't help but recall that in the past fourteen days, every day he would see a hideous and struggling face on Lin Ji's face again and again, and every time it seemed that Lin Ji was facing a desperate situation that was enough to kill.

And in the same way, every time Lin Ji got out of that situation, his body would burst out with this rich and uninterrupted black and red aura, which was a strange mist that could easily be contaminated with a little bit of the deepest and ugliest desires of human nature.

More importantly, why did such an evil mist emerge from that power? What was it that was being nurtured by Lin Ji's body? Now the sealing dust was completely like a headless fly, and for him, it seemed that he could only wait quietly for the final result.

During this period, he had repeatedly troubled the sleeping Shura in Lin Ji's body, but to put it bluntly, people just "ignored him" and was extremely depressed, and now the only thing worth reassuring is that when he recalled this, his eyes couldn't help but look towards something that Lin Ji's body was wearing.

The piece of Demon Swinging Jade Pendant, which was spent 1,500 contribution points by Lin Ji, seemed to be leaning quietly on Lin Ji's ventral side at the moment, a very ordinary appearance, but who knows. In the past fourteen days, the dark black mist produced by Lin Yan every day was not limited to what was in front of him, if it weren't for his existence, I am afraid that the blood mist would spread even wider.

The original turquoise of the jade pendant was dyed with a strange mixed red at this moment, which was extremely bewitching, giving people a seeping evil atmosphere. Feng Chen was a little worried, he felt that the generation of those blood mist was a great hidden danger for Lin Ji.

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