After eating the last piece of baked cake in the cage drawer, he rubbed his stomach with satisfaction, the big bamboo basket was so big, he was a stupid child, and there was still plenty of money in the basket lying flat. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Araku narrowed his eyes, so comfortably enjoying the rare shade under the sky of the autumn tiger.

The sun climbed higher and higher, and I didn't know how hot it would be by noon.

Hiding under the big bamboo basket, he felt that this place, this enclosed space, was all his own, and he felt very safe.

He rested his head on his arm and turned sideways, counting the stones on the ground without closing his eyes, and the fight had left the ground full of broken stones, and he counted them: one, two, three...... I really fell asleep.

In his sleep, the sun climbed higher and higher, and at noon, when the scorching sun was in the sky, the dazzling sunlight penetrated through the cracks of the bamboo basket, surrounding the pink and tender waste, and the scorching energy penetrated into his limbs through every pore of the waste, and the black and smelly liquid was replaced by pure energy and smeared all over the ground. In the dream, he was overwhelmed by fifteen or sixteen large cage drawers, all of which were sesame baked cakes that he couldn't finish eating......

Stretching a big lazy waist, he accidentally knocked the big bamboo frame into the air, and when it fell to the ground, it was already broken in half. Poor Desert was so sad that he found that his private space no longer existed, and he picked up the two halves of the basket and pieced them together mouth-to-mouth, but they couldn't stick to them.

He had no choice but to leave the two halves of the frame on the ground, and he looked around, he did not know where he could go except to stay in the basket and eat the pancakes.

The third ring road outside the Aryan city was already empty before the martial law order of the three-level warning was issued, and the people had already run out. There are no bustling crowds in the huge streets, no more bargaining noises, no loudspeakers shouting, only the sound of a desolate and powerful heartbeat.

"Knock!" "Knock!"

Instead of feeling much more at ease, the living environment of their Scorpion Rick tribe requires that, in addition to the necessary mating time to communicate with other members of their kind for the noble purpose of the race's reproduction, they spend most of their lives burying themselves in the soil, waiting for the right time, and catching prey.

In fact, Araku thinks that the faces of those overly enthusiastic shopkeepers are so ...... Disgusting.

He thinks that crowding is a very scary thing, because it means that the noisy flow of people will scare the prey away, and subconsciously he feels that there are too many people and there is not enough space for them to hide, which will cause him to not catch the prey and have no food.

Araku hates hunger the most.

He raised his head, his two dark eyes staring at the great sun in the sky without blinking, and the dazzling light made his black eyes coated with a blue halo.

Araku stretched out his hand to touch the legendary holy relics of the supreme Scorpion Lik clan in the sky,

But like several previous attempts, he failed, how could the people of the earth possibly touch the sun in the sky?

But Araku is not discouraged, although he is used to touching the sun that he can't touch every time he wakes up, and doing things that can't be done, but he still enjoys it, and still feels that he can't do it now next time, he still thinks

One day, he will be able to carry the relics of the Scorpion Ric in his arms.

The sun in the sky shone on the pink face, and the towering cheekbones and firm nose bridge were engraved on the face of this fool who didn't know how to write the word "surrender". The muscles full of willful explosiveness have clear lines, and the height of eight feet makes the overall feeling of Arabia very well-proportioned and slender.

Ara's stiff neck was stiff because of the stiff neck, and he was a little hungry again. Looking for something to eat.

There was not half a figure on the street, and the stalls everywhere before took everything they could take away when the stall owners fled, leaving behind any big pots that could not be taken away, the pancakes used to stall pancakes, and the carts for roasting sweet potatoes.

But this was not a problem for Ara, he had a good nose with a sharp nose, and he had just turned out a bunch of oily gluten from a pile of rubble with the scent. The boss steam the oil gluten at home for convenience, so that the guests only need to put it on the charcoal fire to heat and add ingredients to collect money, which is fast and not easy to eat dead.

Araku just picked up such a string of roasted oil gluten that had not been added, his nose sniffed, the taste of ripe saturated fatty acids was actually similar to the scorpion meat roasted in the fire, Araku determined with his nose, this thing:

It's definitely delicious.

No longer hesitated, he skewered the oil gluten into his mouth in one bite, and the long oil gluten was swallowed by him without biting it.

"Ah, it's delicious, but it's too little, it's not enjoyable. ”

His nose told him that there must be something good under the broken bricks and rubble.

It's full of organic scorched smells.

Ridiculous dreams of devoting themselves to the cause of finding food.

He picked up the broken bricks, removed the wooden blocks, and in a short time rebuilt the broken brick wall into a stone mountain in the style of the Scorpion Lik tribe.

"Isn't this the fox face who stepped on my neck and threw me a baked cake?"

The fox's face has been stoned and bloody, and his skull is seriously deformed, and he may not be able to recognize it even if he asks a friend to get to know him. His arms and legs were badly deformed and weirdly bent, and some of his bulging muscles were flattened and sticky under the big stones, and the whole person was like a skinned field chicken, lying flat on the ground and staring at people to buy it.

To put it simply, it doesn't look like a human being.

But the wilderness recognized him at a glance. Who made us have a good memory and good eyesight, and I haven't seen a few people in the civilized world of the Wild Continent when I first came to the Wild Continent?

And the initiator of this stall of minced meat is our wasteland himself, and there are no unusual things in the first few days of his life to develop his brain capacity, and it is better to remember this kind of thing clearly by kicking a person to death.

"Wow!

However, Ara's memory of this man is also stuck in: I know him because I kicked him. I don't know anything else, and I don't bother to care.

He was immediately distracted by the tantalizing aroma of barbecue.

"Wow! what a big barbecue!"

It turned out that the charcoal fire of roasting sweet potatoes was still hot in the cracks of the stones, and the stones on the sides were hot and hot.

The thigh of a chicken, which is probably a dead field chicken, happened to be supported by a stone on the charcoal fire, and the oil was dripping on the hot charcoal fire...... "Smoke ......,

"Suck ......" swallowed a mouthful of saliva, rubbed his palms, and then unceremoniously grabbed the piece of thigh, and ate it in a big gulp.