The Principality of Gongca, located in the southeast corner of the Savage Continent, is not a land where humans can live, but a storm sea that floods three times a year. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the barren was thrown down, it was just in time for broad daylight, and a dozen hard-working Donetsk farmers were harvesting wheat in the fields. This small town in the Donetsk region bears much more military taxes than its surface area.

Old man Li hunched his back, bent over, and squeezed out a large piece of sweat on his bronzed back spine. As usual, they didn't have time to look up, because they were afraid that they would not be able to finish their work today. This year's harvest is not good, there has not been a single rain on a hot day, and the wells in some places are almost bottoming out. Therefore, for three days in a row, the farmers worked harder, for fear that if they were lazy and waved their sickles, there would be no seeds for next year.

This time, however, it was unusual.

All the peasants who were too busy to eat put their hoes on the ridges of the fields, and all looked up at the sky.

The purple auspicious cloud came from far and near, covering the sky and the sun, and everyone was amazed at how auspicious it was, revealing a human head as big as nine small hills in the separated clouds, and the timid man was so frightened that he peed his pants on the spot.

The nine-headed giant beast didn't know how long it was, and it had to be estimated according to the size of this cloud, and Old Man Li felt that he was facing a behemoth that was more spacious than a wheat field.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Old Man Li. He was scared: "What the hell is this monster going to do?"

That's what all the farmers in the room thought.

I heard "Go!" and the nine heads spat out human voices, like thunder, which startled Old Man Li's heart for a moment.

In front of everyone's eyes, a humanoid object slowly fell from the clouds.

The purple auspicious clouds came and went just as suddenly, and suddenly they drifted away.

At this time, a few farmers who were close to him had the courage to carry their hoes and surrounded them:

What kind of treasure did you throw down?

Before they got closer, along with the damp southeast wind, a violent stench came to their faces, and everyone couldn't help but cover their noses and pull away the half-human-high ears of wheat in front of them.

I saw a pink and shirtless guy lying on the ground, with black water lying on his body, and his snoring sound was earth-shattering.

And guess what? Spinsick, he vomited for a while, and before he could slow down, he fell asleep.

"Son of the Demon Beast!" This kind of abnormality really subverts the cognition of ordinary people.

I don't know who first gave the newcomer such a nickname.

"Quick! Tell the Lord!"

Old man Li shouted at his youngest son, the young man in his twenties and thirties was stunned, and before he could react to the words, Old Man Li went up and slapped him: "What a daze! Go and inform the city lord!" I don't know if this child is his own.

This sleep lasted for two hours, and if this was the norm for the Scorpion Ric to take a nap, then I'm sorry, they didn't even have time to go out hunting.

Just when Araku opened his eyes, he felt that the world around him was exceptionally cool, and the changes in visual effects directly affected the touch of his skin.

Jin Jing's eyes widened, and he painted a magical picture on his unique retina that had never been seen in his life.

The sky he saw was no longer just a blue background and white clouds.

The green, the blue, the purple, the red, the ...... that came out of nowhere. The delicate lines of more or less different colors danced as if they were alive in his sight, and they were distributed in a variety of shapes. For example, the cloud is 90% blue thread mixed with 10% of other colors.

And in the background, it's an endless amount of black.

Those silk threads are like marionettes inlaid in a pure black curtain, with countless forms, but they can't get rid of the glue stuck behind them.

Araku rubbed his eyes, "I'm not dreaming, am I?" This world is still this world, what he sees should still be seen by him, but the degree of discrimination and observation angle have undergone qualitative changes.

He had to sit up, and somehow an urgent and solemn thought crossed his mind: I had to figure out where I was!

"Ahh

"He's moving!" someone exclaimed at an inopportune time,

The lord pressed his palm back, and the man knew that he was out of shape, and lowered his head and remained silent.

Araku saw a kind old man walking towards him, and after about three or four paces away, the old man stopped and said something that made Araku confused.

"Lord Monster, on behalf of the people of Donetsk, I salute you, you are blessed.

Do you have any instructions for visiting this county?"

"Huh?" the absurd reaction was extremely fast, don't care about the strange title of "Demon Beast Lord", the old man seems to be the leader of this group, and his attitude is also very good, and "excuse me"......

Oh, then I'll answer you politely.

"I'm hungry and want to eat. Araku replied neatly.

……

The lord's own estate was planted with all kinds of roses, and the house he lived in was a three-story Gothic building, with a snow-white brick roof and arched eaves.

Zhen Mu's oval-shaped long table was full of cups, plates and dishes, and in order to put down the newly baked roast suckling pig, he removed the whole set of exquisite candlesticks.

I saw a pink guy gobbling up a large table of dishes alone, and the liquid food was directly picked up on the plate and poured into his throat, "goo dong" and "goo dong" so that he didn't sprinkle a drop. Four or five maids wearing white aprons and white hats took down the empty plates, brought the hot dishes, and waited for Uncle Huang to have lunch.

The old man of the lord was stunned in his heart: "Such a large amount of food, there are ten great young men on top!"

What else could it be if it wasn't a monster?

How can a man have such a big appetite?

The old lord wiped his sweat with a white silk handkerchief, "It's good that he wants to eat serious food, if he wants to eat people, it won't take a week, and I can't give it a mass grave in this Donetsk County?"

The lord glanced at the housekeeper, who was in her early thirties and had a lot of eyesight, so she had the courage to lean next to the barren and asked, "Immortal" (after the initial horror, now everyone calls him this in front of the barren, "demon beast", no matter how you hear it, it's not a good word.) "Is the food still palatable?"

Araku was holding the roast suckling pig in his two hands, and it was more appropriate to find out where to put his mouth: "En", he replied casually. "Ahh

The housekeeper looked at it and said that she liked to eat suckling pigs, and she was speechless and said, "Immortals love to eat roast suckling pigs?

Nodding vigorously, this suckling pig is roasted, smooth and delicious, the meat reaches the tongue, and before it is chewed, it first melts and slides into the throat. It's really enjoyable.