A veiled woman holds something wrapped in black silk in her hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly!

The black silk wrap disappeared in the woman's hand.

The woman wore a veil and could not see her expression, but the anger erupting in her eyes was already obvious. The ring on his finger flashed, and the black silk bag appeared in his hand, smashing directly into the head of the man who was bowing in front of him.

"Idiot, something is fake, someone has been tricked."

The "plop" man knelt down and said, "Miss, the spirit pattern cloth can isolate the divine sense from detection, and the cheap servants below don't dare to open it to check, so ......"

The veiled woman kicked the man away and said, "So come and fool me." ”

Blood overflowed from the corner of the man's mouth, and he didn't dare to wipe it, so he hurriedly climbed to the woman's feet, and said repeatedly, "Don't dare, how dare the villain fool Miss." ”

"Get up, let those cheap servants hide for a while, although they are not afraid of Biluo, but the entanglement is endless, go out." The veiled woman frowned.

"It's Miss, what should we do with those who have been caught?" The man stood up and bowed.

The veiled woman was extremely angry, her willow eyebrows were upside down, her apricot eyes were wide, and she said, "Even this has to ask me, so what use do I want you?" ”

"Miss, it's very good to have a little guy among the people captured, but he killed two Jindan in the middle of the foundation building." The man's body was bent even lower.

"Oh, when am I going to wait until he's ready to summon?" The veiled woman said disapprovingly.

"Miss......"

"Huh? Do you want me to say it a second time? ”

……

"Hmm......"

Lu Ming woke up faintly, and it was wet as far as he could reach.

"This kid has finally woken up." A slightly hoarse voice rang out.

"My lord, my lord, that man is awake."

A gray-clothed man with "Jia Chen" tattooed on his chest walked over and said, "I'll take a look." ”

Jia Chen took out a bunch of keys, opened the cell door, and walked in.

"Boy, wake up." kicked Lu Mingdao, who was lying on the ground, with his foot.

"Hmph." The sharp pain coming from his body made Lu Ming snort.

"My lord, do you think you can add an extra bowl of porridge?" An old man with unkempt hair and dirty clothes rubbed his hands and said hoarsely.

"Well, when he wakes up, tell him the rules here, and tell him well, these newcomers are trouble." Jia Chen took a sip.

"Great, I can add food again."

The old man looked calmer and said, "Well, don't go too far, leave half a bowl of rice soup for this kid, it's not easy to come here, alas, ......"

"Knock knock" heavy footsteps came.

A gray-clothed man with a tattoo of "Ugly" on his chest led two unclothed young men, carrying a bucket, and walked in with great difficulty, looking at the struggling appearance, as if adding an extra straw could crush the two of them.

Everyone took out the bowl from the corner, and the old man took out an extra bowl from some of the clumps and put it outside the cell, no more, no less, exactly ten.

He glanced at it before he said, "How can I have an extra bowl." ”

The old man came out, pointed at Lu Ming, who was lying motionless on the ground, and said cautiously: "My lord, the new person has woken up, and the leader of Shicai Jiachen has already come to see it." ”

Only then did he nod and motioned for the two young men to start dividing the porridge, and everyone looked at the bucket with a longing expression, stirring the long-handled spoon twice, and staring at the spoon to scoop out a spoonful of porridge.

The clear porridge is clear and visible at the bottom of the bowl, and the rice grains can be counted on ten fingers.

The young man in charge of the spoon was cautious, for fear that he would spill a little bit of porridge water.

He nodded with satisfaction and led the two young men to the next cell.

Only then did everyone rush up, bring the bowl back, smell it, lick it, and then drink the porridge in the bowl in one gulp. staring at the bowl of porridge in the old man's hand.

The old man took out two small sticks out of nowhere, picked up the rice grains and gave them one grain to each person, and then gave everyone a small mouthful of rice soup, and then everyone slowly dispersed and hid the bowl.

Lu Ming had already woken up, but there was a sharp pain in his heart and a gravity ten times that of the Immortal Cultivation Realm all over his body, so that he had to lie on his stomach honestly, and it was very difficult to even move his fingers.

"What the hell is this place?"

The old man turned Lu Ming's body over, pinched Lu Ming's mouth open, and poured rice soup into it. There were two grains of rice at the bottom of the bowl, and he took out two sticks and picked up the grains of rice and stuffed them into Lu Ming's mouth.

"This is the Wasteland. After eating a grain of rice from you, I would advise you, don't think about escaping, you won't be able to live if you escape from here. The old man said hoarsely, his eyes were bright on his face that had experienced vicissitudes, and he seemed to see Lu Ming's doubts.

The rice grains melted in his mouth, and a warm current flowed through the limbs, and Lu Ming suddenly felt that the severe pain eased a little, and said astringently: "What is the wasteland?" ”

The old man grinned, very bitter, and said, "The wasteland is the world of desolate beasts. ”

"Wild beasts." Lu Ming read softly.

The old man nodded, not wanting to say more, but turned around and walked to the straw mat and lay down.

Lu Ming closed his eyes, he couldn't feel a little bit of aura, and the seeds in the dantian were also firmly bound by a ring of unknown material, without the nourishment of aura, the two lotus-shaped leaves were more verdant, more spiritual, and more cheerful.

……

In just two days, the body that was severely injured by the giant claw of the spiritual power of the Yuan Infant Stage recovered quickly under the magical spiritual meter, and Lu Ming moved his body in the cell with difficulty, trying his best to adapt to the tenfold gravity here.

Without spiritual power, even if the physique of an immortal cultivator is amazing, under the tenfold gravity here, it is not as good as a mortal in the immortal cultivation world, no wonder the physique of those desolate beasts is so amazing, even if they have no wisdom, they can't cultivate, and they don't have any natural supernatural powers, just instinct and physique can be a disaster.

Thinking about Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen, the two bloodlines with the gluttony of the desolate beast, it was so terrifying just during the foundation building period, Lu Ming's spell and Long Tai's fist hit it, like tickling, you can see how amazing the physique of the desolate beast is.

Lu Ming also gradually learned from the few conversations that this is a small space attached to the immortal cultivation world, the entire space except for the endless sea, is the desolate beasts, most of the islands are occupied by desolate beasts, there are only a few small islands, there is no aura, only people use the formation to isolate and collect the spiritual ore here.

All the mine slaves were looted and put on spiritual power locks, and Lu Ming was also put into the spiritual power lock in a coma and became a member of the "mine slaves" here.

"Presumably the other people on the ship have also become mine slaves, but I don't know if the steward Zhang of the Biluo Chamber of Commerce has escaped, and the Biluo Chamber of Commerce doesn't know if they can find us, after all, it is better to rely on others than on themselves."

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps, from far and near.

Jia Chen, the leader, opened the cell and dragged his tired body into it one by one.

"Boy, I didn't expect that your physique is not bad, since you are almost recovering, you will follow them to mine tomorrow." Jia Chen walked over and said.