A bird flew into the vegetable field and spread its orange wings: "Brother Gege." ”

A three-yellow chicken, bigger than an ostrich, rummaged through the dirt in the vegetable field, picked up a piece of meat, and quickly swallowed it.

The piece of meat that was picked up was still very fresh, bright red flesh.

Li Zishu heard the voice and came out to see this big guy, its mouth was already a little black.

The cockscomb corns have become extremely huge, it looks at Li Shuwen, and Li Shuwen is also looking at him.

The chicken flew towards Li Shuwen, and its huge wings allowed it to fly briefly in the air.

I was going to bite Li Shuwen.

The fierce eyes, already with jagged fangs, were held by the throat of fate.

Li Shuwen knew that this chicken had eaten his flesh and blood.

Grabbing the neck of the chicken, the chicken fluttered, Li Shuwen didn't know why he reacted so quickly, and grabbed the throat of the chicken so accurately, but it all became like this, as if everything was not strange.

Slowly, the chicken became more and more weak, and Li Shuwen threw it on the ground, it seemed that this chicken couldn't pinch his throat like him and not die.

Li Shuwen didn't want to kill this chicken so quickly, maybe this chicken could bring him the answer?

The chicken was lying on the ground as if it was about to die, but Li Shuwen knew that this chicken had extraordinary vitality.

Maybe it's your own flesh and blood? Li Shuwen thought so.

Can you become like this if you eat my meat?

Li Shuwen took out the collar from the cleaned up utility room, it was a big black dog raised by his grandfather, but it was a pity that it was stolen by someone, and Li Shuwen also took him to work for the tiger in this small village when he was a child.

Grabbed the dead chicken and put the iron into its neck, Li Shuwen wanted to put it on its feet, and saw its mouth, black and shiny iron mouth and steel teeth, I was afraid that it would rot.

"I'll call you Tie Gong**." Looking at the chicken mouth like iron, Li Shuwen said with a smile to the chicken that was still pretending to be dead.

It's just that in an instant, the chicken head pecked at Li Shuwen's eyes again, as fast as if it was about to shake its head off, leaving an orange light and shadow.

Li Shuwen's head turned slightly, and a punch hit the head of the "Iron Rooster", soaring bright red blood, and tumbling out, only to be quickly pulled by the iron chain.

The eyes of the "Iron Rooster" have collapsed, and the blood can't stop flowing outward.

It turned up with difficulty and looked at Li Shuwen warily.

Li Shuwen didn't say anything and went back to the room.

Li Shuwen was very curious about how fast the chicken's recovery ability was, because he was only injured because he had been injured, and the cracking of these flesh was inevitable and irreversible, and because of this, Li Shuwen felt that he was getting closer and closer to death.

It would be good for a living creature that had eaten his flesh and blood to spend his short life as a pet.

After all, who didn't get into the second year when he was young, he also thought: "Go ahead!" Pokémon. ”

That chicken, very special, especially in that, if Li Shuwen doesn't kill it, it can live for a long, long time, Li Shuwen can feel the vitality in its body, it is its flesh, let it die, and let it live.

But it's still like not recognizing Li Shuwen's father.

The days passed like this, the place where Li Shuwen was located, was struck by lightning more than 300 times, the frightened chicken retreated, and the heavy rain continued to flood the house, Li Shuwen saw that as long as this world passed, then the wind and rain were smooth.

It seems that Li Shuwen is really a disaster.

The chicken was getting fatter and fatter, and after its eyes were deflated, it quickly recovered, and the process took three days, these days it was eating vegetables in the vegetable garden and eating Li Shuwen's flesh and blood insects, but one heavy rain after another destroyed the vegetable field, and the flowers that he had worked so hard to find from everywhere.

Li Shuwen really wanted to say: "Go. . . God! You it's. Just target me! Lao Tzu is going to die! Can't you settle down? ”

Li Shuwen didn't know how he would die, he knew that the old man was getting less and less powerful, and the thunder that hit him slowly couldn't even tickle, in fact, when the thunder hit his body, there was a very strange feeling, like pain, but like pleasure.

On this day, God stopped the rain, stopped the lightning, and the rain passed and the sky was clear, as if everything had passed like this, but Li Shuwen felt that this was a thief holding back.

Perhaps my death is not the time of my natural death, and the death of heaven allows me to die?

"Brother." Li Shuwen imitated the rooster's crow, ripped off today's split meat from his body, and threw it to the chicken to eat.

This chicken has been much more well-behaved since it was punched, but after the thunder split, Li Shuwen always wanted to come forward and peck it, and Li Shuwen regarded it as a fun relationship between the owner and the pet.

Li Shuwen got up and cleaned up the stagnant water with all his strength, he slowly got used to the pain, used to not eating, used to not drinking water, and used to not sleeping, and also used to looking at the moon at night, looking at the starry sky, watching the earth in the moon getting closer and closer, and the starry sky around him burst, moving towards the earth.

The sea rose again, but when the sea got here, "I" died?

How many creatures like the Iron Rooster will be born from my death? Inexplicably seems interesting, huh? Will I be as great as a whale fall, ten years, a hundred years and a thousand years, and still make the world change?

Of course, it could also be destruction, and among the creatures that have eaten Li Shuwen's flesh and blood, only this chicken has survived, so it is special.

Li Shuwen sat on the three-yellow chicken, now it was bigger than an ostrich, dragging the discarded wooden planks to clear out a small house on the ground, after all, in the next rain, the house should be a tower, and the yellow mud tile houses were scorched black by thunder and lightning.

Remove useful tools from abandoned houses nearby and throw them to the iron rooster on his back.

When night fell, Li Shuwen lay on the yellowed rocking chair, bearing the wind back and forth, shaking and shaking, shaking to Grandma's Bridge.

Time flies quickly, since Li Shuwen can't sleep, he doesn't want to miss the night, there is always beauty at night that can't be found during the day.

In the damp grass, there was the chirping of frogs, migratory birds flying high in the distance, the clouds were floating one by one, the night came from the black, blocking the moonlight, the insects chirping, the smell after the rain, full of vitality, I don't know whether to die or die.

At this time, the chicken is the happiest, there are always uneaten but unusually fat bugs, swallowed one by one into the stomach.

Leisurely taking advantage of the cold, nesting into a high lump, the ground was also thrown away by its increasingly sharp chicken feet.

A bowl of water, one night, one person, one chicken, a gust of wind, is enough.

The rocking chair swayed, the rooster crowed at dawn, and the night passed, but who saw the moment when the sun rose in the morning?

Tomorrow? You? I? Our sun? Will it still rise as usual? At that time, did I still have the heart to look at the sun and the moon? Can I still watch the sunrise, sunset, moonrise, and moon setting with my own eyes?

Can we see the sun and moon changing, the world is warm and cold, and everything is recovering?

Thinking of this time, Li Shuwen gently touched the unusually docile "Iron Rooster" cockcomb softly, and when he touched his neck, the "Iron Rooster" trembled slightly.

Li Shuwen smiled again, because the sun had already reached the sky, and another day, he saw the sunrise with his own eyes......