The thirteenth time trapped in the stone prison, the boy knew Tao Ning/was changed, and Chi You showed his ambition

(2) Gong took a deep breath and slowly stood up against the cave wall, the sharp pain in which he broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't feel the heat that was constantly bubbling down the small hole. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, fixed his shaky body and shaking legs, and looked out with his eyes on the hole.

It was another wide and tall cave, in the center of the cave was a large pile of burning firewood and hay, the dancing flames were faintly mixed with something, because the distance could not be seen clearly, the black smoke rising from the top of the fire rushed straight to the top of the cave, just rotated into a small hole at the top of the cave, and then was swallowed up by the black hole like a beast with a big mouth open, and from a distance, it seemed as a black smoke column connected from the bottom of the cave to the top of the cave......

A middle-aged man with a **** body, stained, skinny, disheveled, and unshaven beard walked busily on the edge of the fire, adding firewood and grass to the fire from time to time, and the scorching temperature in the cave made his whole body covered with beads of sweat, a piece of wet crystal, he did not have feathers on his body, and he was not from the feather people.

"Uncle, uncle, water, water......" Bow shouted with all his might, and the staccato sound echoed through the cave.

The middle-aged man was startled by the cold voice, and looked over in surprise to see a pale, frail young man stretching out his trembling arm from a small hole between the two large holes.

The middle-aged man hesitated, picked up a pottery bowl from the ground behind him, and walked towards the young man.

Gong took the clay bowl with water from the man's hand, put it between his lips eagerly, and drank it in a big gulp. It may have been drunk violently, the blood in his chest was surging, and a wave of dizziness made him faint again, the pottery bowl slipped and shattered, and the man's shouts vaguely sounded in his ears......

When Bow woke up again, he was back in the darkness, cold as ever.

A wisp of meaty aroma penetrated his nostrils, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking that it was a dream, but the smell of meat continued to waft around, not a dream. So, I fumbled around, and my hand touched something, a large plant leaf, on which was roasted beast meat, and a large pottery bowl of water beside it.

It was as if his guards had entered the cave to bring him food and water, and when they found him fainting at the end of the cave, they dragged him back again.

The empty belly gurgles, no matter what, eat it first. Bow struggled to sit up, gobbling up his first meal in prison.

For several days, there was always a feather keeper who opened the closed door of the cave on time every day, bringing food and water for the bow, and sometimes some mashed healing herbs. The other party never spoke, even if he asked him, he would not answer. Always put down his things, pack up yesterday's, get up and leave, never say a word, like a dumb person.

By the glare of the door as it opened, the bow saw that it was a long, curved cavern, and that the door was narrow enough for one person to enter and exit, and that it was sealed with a thick stone slab. When he was alone, the bow tried to move over and pushed with his hand, but it didn't move, and it seemed that something must have been used to resist it outside.